All Chapters of Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KIERANI stood by the window of my office, the curtains barely shifting with the breeze that fought to sneak past the heavy wooden frames. My hands were clasped tightly behind my back, the tension in my shoulders giving away more than I wanted it to. I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on me—like I was standing at a crossroad where each path led to something uncertain, something heavy. The silence in the room screamed louder than any war cry I’d ever heard. I’d been Alpha for a long time.I’d survived betrayal, war, blood, and the kind of grief that makes a man question everything, including his own soul. But nothing had prepared me for this. Nothing had prepared me for the kind of decisions I’d have to make now. And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure what the right move was anymore. I closed my eyes, let the air press into my chest, and whispered to myself,“You don’t get to break, Kieran. Not now. Not ever.”A sharp knock came at the door, and I didn’t turn. I knew w

KIERANI sat on the edge of the ridge, watching the mist roll down the hills like ghosts retreating into the earth. My fingers dug into the soil, grounding me. Everything felt so still, but inside me, the storm churned. I knew, I just knew—that soon, time would tell where we’d all stand. Whether beside each other or on opposite ends of the line drawn by blood, betrayal, and destiny. And the closer that time came, the more I could feel it in my bones.Dorian approached from behind, his boots silent on the damp earth, but I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to.“You’re unusually quiet,” he said, voice low, like he didn’t want to interrupt whatever was boiling in my chest.I sighed and finally looked over my shoulder. “Quiet doesn’t mean calm, Dorian.”He nodded, stepping beside me and crossing his arms. “I figured. You've had that look since the council meeting.”“That meeting,” I exhaled, shaking my head. “They speak peace, but I hear cowardice. They talk about unity, but I feel them pulling

RAVENI looked over at Rowena, her face half-hidden in the dim light, and I asked quietly, “Have you heard anything new from Lucian?” I tried to keep my voice neutral, but there was a bite in it I couldn’t quite mask. She shook her head slowly, the corner of her mouth twitching in that way it always did when she was holding back. “No,” she said, her tone clipped, “and even if I had, Raven, there are some things better left unsaid.” I frowned, leaning a little closer. “Better left unsaid?” I repeated.“Since when do we start keeping things from each other?” She met my eyes with that cold, knowing look that could slice through anyone. “Since we’re talking about Lucian,” she said firmly.“He’s not like Kieran or the others. Lucian is… unpredictable. Temperamental. It only takes one wrong word, one wrong move, to make him explode. And when he does, there’s no undoing it. You can’t treat him like the rest. You’d need someone who knows how to twist him, how to pull the right strings without

RAVENI could feel it, the subtle prickle at the back of my neck, the faint change in the rhythm of the air behind me, the way my instincts kept urging me to turn around. But I didn’t. I just kept walking, my boots crunching lightly against the gravel path, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my coat, my face calm as though I hadn’t noticed a thing. Still, every part of me was aware, hyper-aware, and when I finally let my eyes drift ever so slightly to the side, catching the reflection in the faint shimmer of a shop window, my lips almost curled. Alpha Kieran. Of course it was him.“Well,” I muttered under my breath, just low enough for only me to hear, “this should be fun.” I tilted my head forward and kept walking, pretending to be lost in thought, though my mind was already calculating the quickest way to get him exactly where I wanted him. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of catching my glance—oh no, that would ruin the game. Instead, I slowed just enough to make it look like

RAVENI glanced over my shoulder for what felt like the tenth time in less than a minute, my brows drawn low, because honestly, I couldn’t wrap my head around why Kieran was still there, still following me like some stubborn shadow that refused to disappear. “You do know,” I said, letting my voice drip with the kind of warning that should’ve made any sane man turn back, “that I might be walking you straight into a trap, right?” He didn’t even blink—just gave me that infuriating half-smile, the one that made it look like he knew more than he was letting on.“Yeah,” he said simply, “but if it’s a trap, it’s still better than sitting around and wondering what’s out here.” I let out a sharp breath, almost a laugh but not quite, shaking my head. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” I muttered.“Not when I think the person leading me knows something I don’t,” he shot back, his tone laced with something between challenge and curiosity. I stopped for a moment, narrowing my eyes at hi