บททั้งหมดของ CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Aurelia's point of viewThe west wing was supposed to be sealed off. No one was allowed here unless someone opened the gates. Who could have done that? Definately, someone who wants me dead badly. I reached for the drawer where I had hidden a small silver dagger, a relic I had kept since I left Grayson’s pack. My fingers grazed the hilt just as the door slammed open.My breath hitched as the door was left wide enough to peek through the darkness. There were two figures in dark hoods rushed into the room. They smelled rogue and I knew they meant trouble. So, the first thing came ot my mind was to protect my kids at any cost."Kael! Sara!" I shouted, throwing myself in front of the bed. I couldn't let anything hurt my kids.But they were fast. Too fast. They blocked our way to escape and grinning like a devil. I was panting, thinking of the ways to fight them. the dagger remains tight in my grasp.The first attacker lunged for me. I slashed the dagger upward, catching his shoulder. He g

Silas's point of viewThe scent of charred wood still clung to the air, a sharp reminder of what had transpired mere hours ago. I stepped into my office, expecting destruction, overturned furniture—anything that would suggest the rogues had come for the Alpha's seat. But everything was untouched. Not a single page out of place, not a drop of blood on the floor.My jaw clenched.Whoever orchestrated this chaos didn’t care about me. They didn’t want my office, my position, or my power. They wanted her. Aurelia. And worse, they had taken my daughter.The silence in the room was deafening. I stood behind my desk, palms pressed against the oak surface, trying to still the whirlwind in my chest. My wolf paced furiously beneath my skin, snarling for retribution.A knock at the

Alisha's point of viewI paced my room like a caged wolf, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. The silence of the night was unbearable, yet it was the only thing that kept me from screaming. My hands trembled with rage as I replayed the scene in my mind where Silas holding her. Holding her. That pathetic excuse of a woman. Aurelia.He was supposed to be mine.I had spent years weaving my life into his. Quiet loyalty, gentle smiles, well-timed touches. I supported his pack, soothed his wounds, and played the perfect role. And what did I get in return? Her. The ex-mate. The broken, sobbing mother who somehow still held his heart like a cursed relic he couldn’t destroy.A sharp knock snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I whipped around as the door creaked open. One of the pack messengers stood there, eyes lowered, hands trembling as he held out a folded note.“From the usual,” he muttered before disappearing down the hallway.I snatched the paper, my heartbeat quick

Aurelia's point of viewThe corridor was quieter than usual. The smell of smoke still clung to the air, faint but lingering, as if the very walls hadn’t yet recovered from the night of chaos.I walked slowly toward my chamber, feet dragging. Every muscle in my body ached, but none of it compared to the hollow gnawing in my chest. Every second that passed without Sara felt like another stone added to the weight pressing down on me. I didn’t know how I was still standing.As I neared the door, I noticed someone standing by it. Arms folded, spine stiff, mouth tight in a practiced expression of sympathy.Alisha.Of course.She was leaning against the door like she owned the whole damn wing. Her eyes landed on me, and she pushed herself off the wall w

Silas's point of viewI stood by the long window of the war room, hands clasped behind my back, watching the wind stir the trees just outside the Blackfang compound. The scars from the recent attack still lingered burnt edges of the east wall, the faint scent of smoke in the wood but the real damage wasn't to the stone or soil.It was to the trust.There was a knock at the door.Dalton stepped in, his tone clipped. “He’s here.”I nodded once. “Let him in.”The door swung open, and in walked Roderick Vale, the one man who managed to make my blood simmer just by breathing the same air as me.He came dressed to impress. Charcoal suit. Shined shoes. Slicked-back salt-an