All Chapters of Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KIERANI stormed into the kitchen that morning, my footsteps echoing across the tiled floors with enough force to make every servant within earshot freeze mid-task. The clatter of utensils died instantly as I pushed the double doors open, my eyes scanning the room until every last one of them turned to face me, a mixture of confusion and fear etched across their faces. “Everyone, stop what you’re doing,” I barked, my voice sharp, unwavering.“All of you. Come forward.” They shuffled closer, some wiping their hands on aprons, others simply standing still, clearly unsure of what was going on. My jaw tightened. I didn’t care how confused they were. I had had enough.“Listen closely,” I said, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “From this moment on, Raven is not to serve my sister, Selene, anything. No snacks. No fruits. Not even water. If she so much as offers her a napkin, I want to know about it. Is that understood?”There was a murmuring of assent, a few nods, but I slammed my ha

KIERANThe clatter of forks and knives against ceramic filled the dining room as we sat at the long polished table, the usual soft hum of conversation weaving between bites of roast and sips of red wine. I didn’t feel much like eating, honestly—my mind was still wrapped around the last heated exchange I’d had with Vee before she was dragged off to the dungeons. I stabbed at a piece of meat absently, chewing with a blank stare at the flickering chandelier overhead, when Dorian cleared his throat and leaned in just slightly, his voice low but firm."Kieran," he said, nudging his glass to the side, "are you really planning to leave Vee down there much longer?"I didn't even look at him at first. Just wiped my mouth slowly with the cloth napkin and gave a long exhale before answering."Yeah. I am. She needs to learn her damn place. You saw the way she spoke to me. Like I was one of her subordinates. Like I was some... some fool."He nodded slightly, his brows tightening with caution, and

KIERAN“I’m telling you this for the last time, Kieran,” Dorian said as he stood across from me, his eyes sharp with quiet frustration.“You keep her here any longer and you’re going to push this whole thing off the edge. Vee’s not just any prisoner—you know that. She’s not going to break the way others do. And when she does snap, if she does, we’ll have a bigger mess on our hands than we can clean up.”I sat back in my chair, fingers drumming against the armrest. I didn’t look at him right away. I just stared ahead, jaw tight.“So what, I’m supposed to just let her go? Walk out like none of this ever happened? You think she’ll just forget how she barged in here, insulted me, acted like I’m beneath her?” I finally turned to face him.“You think letting her go now makes me strong? No, Dorian. That's a weakness.”“It’s not weakness,” he said, more gently this time. “It’s wisdom. There’s a difference. You’re not bending to her, you’re protecting your own back. Do you know how many people

KIERANI sat by the window, arms folded, eyes locked on Selene from across the room as she sat up and reached for her water. There was a softness to her movement that gave me hope—like her bones weren’t aching anymore, like the endless fatigue was slowly fading. Day by day, she was healing, and I could see it, damn near feel it in my chest. But I couldn't celebrate it fully. There was a bitter taste in my mouth, one that came from suspicion I couldn’t shake.It kept gnawing at me—the thought that her recurring illness wasn’t natural. That maybe, just maybe, Vee had been giving her something. I didn’t want to believe it at first. Vee had always seemed... dutiful, loyal in her own chaotic way. But too many things weren’t adding up, and my gut kept screaming. Every time Selene coughed herself to sleep, every time she fainted for no damn reason—I should’ve looked closer, should’ve asked harder questions. Now that she was getting better, now that Vee had been gone for a while, things just

KIERANI didn’t even know what the hell came over me. One second I was pacing around in the Alpha’s quarters pretending to read some patrol reports, and the next I was making my way toward the servants’ wing like a man possessed. I had no damn business being there. No excuse. No plan. Just this stupid, impulsive urge to see her. Vee. I told myself I was just checking in, maybe making sure everything was running smoothly—but who was I kidding? The moment I turned the corner and caught sight of her, standing there near the washroom with a folded sheet in her hands and that confused look on her face, I froze. Dead. Like some dumb deer caught in headlights.She blinked. Once. Twice. And I could feel the silence between us grow into something loud and awkward. My mouth parted slightly, but no sound came out. I was the damn Alpha, what the hell was I doing just standing there like an idiot? I wanted to say something. Anything.“Hey.” “How are you?” “You look tired.” Hell, even “Move along.”