All Chapters of Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

RAVEN“What if all of this is just a ruse, Rowena?” I asked, my voice barely holding itself together as I stood by the window, arms folded across my chest, eyes watching the shadows stretch across the compound like they had answers I couldn’t reach. “What if there’s no attack coming? What if we’re bracing for something that might not even happen?” I turned to her, my voice rising slightly with that familiar ache of doubt that had been gnawing at the back of my throat since Lucian had given the warning.“I mean… we’re putting everything on hold—our plans, our movements, everything. And for what? Maybe? A whisper in the wind?” I didn’t realize how much I was trembling until I tried to hold the cup of water on the table beside me and it clattered slightly as I lifted it. “What if we’re wasting precious time?” I repeated, more to myself this time, softer, the weight of uncertainty pressing on my shoulders like bricks.Rowena didn’t even flinch. She just stared at me from across the room,

RAVENI looked at Rowena, her arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the old wooden beam, her brows furrowed in that way she always wore when she knew something wasn’t right but couldn’t yet find the words. I took a breath and finally said it.“Kieran asked me to lead the men in the fight that’s coming. He didn’t say much, just that he needed someone with eyes that weren’t clouded by fear or loyalty. Said I was the only one who fit that description.” I paused, waiting, but Rowena didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes were locked on mine like she was searching for something deeper in them, maybe a crack or a hesitation. I added it quickly.“I haven’t given him an answer yet, not really. But I needed to tell you.”Rowena pushed herself off the beam, a slow shake of her head accompanying her every step as she walked toward me. “Raven… you know what kind of man Kieran is. You know this.” Her voice wasn’t raised, but there was a sharpness in it, one I hadn’t heard in a while.“H

RAVENI sat there, my fingers trembling slightly as I clasped them together under the long table, trying my best to hide my nervousness. Rowena sat beside me, her face stoic as ever, but I could feel her tension. It was in the way her jaw kept tightening every few seconds, the way she didn't blink as often as she usually would. Across from us, Lucian paced slowly, his hands behind his back, that all-too-familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, the kind of expression that said he knew more than he was letting on."We have a problem," he said, his voice calm but laced with a kind of fire that made my heart knock against my ribs."There’s someone else. Someone who’s been feeding Kieran little pieces of the puzzle, and sooner or later, he’s going to put it all together. You two need to be ready for when that happens.""Wait, what do you mean there's someone else?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly though I tried to mask it with a cough."You said the circle was tight, that no

RAVENWhen I saw Kieran, standing there like the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders, I felt something shift in me. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was strategy, or maybe I was just tired of being so damn careful all the time. Either way, the moment our eyes met and he nodded at me like he was grateful—genuinely grateful—I knew what I had to do.So I turned around and went straight to find Rowena, my feet dragging only slightly because I already knew how this conversation was going to go. She was sitting in that dimly lit corner of the hallway, flipping through some documents, probably cross-checking our last intel, and the moment she saw me approaching, her eyes narrowed like she knew something was off.“I’m going to help him,” I said, point-blank, no hesitation. “I told Kieran I’d help him and his men fight.”She blinked, once, slowly, then lowered the papers like they suddenly didn’t matter anymore.“You did what?”“You heard me,” I said, folding my arms, trying not to

RAVEN I already knew Kieran was starting to suspect something was wrong with Selene, more than just the regular fainting spells or the occasional headaches she liked to brush off like dust on her sleeve. The way he’d been hovering lately, peering over her shoulder when she sat to eat, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowing slightly at every little cough she gave or wince she made—yeah, I knew the signs. But he didn’t know half of it. Neither of them did. What they didn’t know, what they couldn’t even begin to imagine, was that I was the one making her sicker, inch by inch.Every time she grumbled about those stupid snacks she was always asking for—the honeyed ones with the sugared nuts—I made sure she got them. Just the way she liked. Only, mine came with a little extra: a carefully measured dusting of wolfsbane mixed into the coating, just enough to make her body rebel, just enough to keep her weak. I didn’t want her dead—at least not yet. I wanted her to suffer first. That was the po