All Chapters of CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Silas’s Point of ViewThe call came early in the morning, just as the light began creeping through the blinds of my office. I was still nursing the sting of seeing Aurelia walk away the night before, and I hadn’t slept a minute.Dalton entered quietly, holding the phone. “It’s from the council. They said it’s urgent.”I didn’t hesitate. Within minutes, I was on the line with one of our allied alphas. A disruption in the treaty. Skirmishes breaking out along borders. Accusations. Tensions rising faster than we could mediate.“I want the details sent to my desk within the hour,” I ordered. “And tell the other alphas I’ll be there by sundown.”After hanging up, I turned to Dalton. “You’re in charge of the pack until I return.”Dalton nodded without protest. He knew the weight of what this meant. He also knew I wouldn’t be going alone.I sent word to my Delta, Mason Wang. A quiet, disciplined man who spoke little but watched everything. When he arrived, we packed what we needed and left b

Aurelia’s Point of ViewI thought maybe I was being unfair. Silas was trying to hold his world together, he was managing the pack, protecting the children, navigating the politics of Alphas and councils and somehow, he still wanted to build a future with me. I should have appreciated that.So I decided to swallow my pride and go to him. Not for love or apologies. But for the truth. About the sigil. About the magic that ran through my veins like wildfire and everything I had been too scared to say out loud.I stepped into the corridor leading to his office, the scent of paper and musk growing familiar. My fingers hesitated on the doorknob, but I didn’t turn back. However, I should have because when I pushed the door open, I froze. Silas was inside in his office and in his arms, wrapped around him like some fragile thing, was Alisha.My body locked. Every instinct screamed to lash out. Her head rested against his chest, her expression the perfect blend of vulnerability and poison. I saw

Aurelia's point of viewKael stirred in his sleep, murmuring something about monsters and wolves. His cheeks were still stained with dried tears, and a faint bruise darkened under his left eye. I leaned over, brushing his soft brown curls away from his forehead, kissing the skin just above his temple.“You’re safe now,” I whispered, though the words felt hollow. The ache in my chest had only grown worse since the day began.Sara lay curled beside him, her small hand clutching the edge of his shirt like a lifeline. I didn’t want to move them, but I had to. The rage still simmering in my chest demanded action, not silence.I stood up, tucking the blankets tighter around them both before slipping from the room. I didn’t bother looking back. If I did, I might stay. And I couldn’t. Not tonight.I wasn’t going to wait for justice. I was going to drag it into the light.Alisha.That name alone tasted like ash in my mouth.I stormed down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls

Alisha's point of viewI saw them laughing together. Him and her. That woman who never seems to die no matter how many times life tries to chew her up and spit her out. And Silas! foolish, blinded Silas was smiling as if everything was suddenly right in his world just because she dared to glance at him with those storm-colored eyes. My eyes burned as I watched them from the window of my chamber, hidden behind the velvet drapes like some pathetic ghost haunting the edges of my own dream. My fingers trembled against the glass, not with sorrow. No, sorrow was for the weak but with rage, with that seething kind of fury that coils in your gut and promises to explode if not unleashed. That was supposed to be me beside him. That was supposed to be my life. My throne. My place as Luna. But instead, she still stands tall, untouched, unbroken, and once again, he chooses her. Every single time. He chooses her.I turned away from the window with a scream caught in my throat and hurled the nearest

Aurelia's point of viewThey moved me to a new room near Silas’s quarters, perhaps to ensure Kael and I stayed close to someone who could shield us if anything else went wrong. I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the strength to. The walls of this room were different. They were clean, polished, freshly scented with lavender and something stronger, something magical but no matter how many times I blinked, I could still see the faint tracings of those cursed symbols that had been carved into the walls of Sara’s chamber. They weren’t truly here, not physically, but in my mind… they haunted every shadow, every flicker of light, every closed eyelid. The image of them etched in fire and pain replayed like a loop I couldn’t shut off.Kael was with me, sitting on the edge of the bed with his little legs dangling, swinging, his toy clutched tightly in one hand. His face was pale, his energy dimmed. He kept glancing up at me with those wide, questioning eyes that mirrored his sister’s. “Mama,” he ask