Todos los capítulos de Luna by Contract, Mother in Secret : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Fractured TrustThe rain had slowed to a drizzle as Aria followed Caden through the dense woods, Rollan cradled tightly against her chest. His small, steady breaths were a fragile comfort against the storm of uncertainty raging within her. Caden led the way, his broad frame cutting through the undergrowth with purpose, his blade still drawn and glistening with rogue blood. Kael trailed behind, supporting a groggy Rosalie, who leaned heavily on his uninjured arm. The group moved in tense silence, the weight of Aria’s revelations hanging like a shroud.The keep loomed in the distance, its black stone walls a stark silhouette against the storm clouds. Aria’s heart pounded as they approached, her mind racing with questions. Would Caden truly protect Rollan, or was his promise driven by duty rather than love? Could she trust him with the full truth about the prophecy, about the mark that made her son a target? And what of Kael, whose loyalty seemed torn between his Alpha and the secrets he

The Breaking PointThe trek back to Darkfang Keep was a tense, silent march through the mist-shrouded woods. Aria held Rollan close, his small body a fragile shield against the fear gnawing at her heart. Caden led the way, his broad shoulders rigid, his blade still drawn, its edge stained with the blood of Victor’s rogues. Kael limped behind, his chest wound seeping through his torn shirt, his face pale but resolute. The air was heavy with unspoken accusations, the traitor’s shadow looming over every step.Aria’s mind churned. Victor’s attack on the safehouse meant he was closer than she’d feared, his knowledge of Rollan’s mark a ticking bomb. The prophecy Rosalie had revealed—Rollan as either a savior or a destroyer—hung over her like a storm cloud. And Caden’s fragile trust, strained by her secrets, felt like it could snap at any moment. She glanced at Kael, his loyalty a question mark she couldn’t resolve. Was he truly her ally, or was his devotion to Caden a mask for betrayal?The

The Old Oak’s ShadowThe mist clung to the ground as Aria, Caden, and a small contingent of Darkfang warriors moved toward the old oak, a gnarled sentinel standing alone in a clearing sacred to the packs. Rollan was nestled in a sling against Aria’s chest, his tiny body warm but quiet, as if sensing the danger. The mark on his arm pulsed faintly, a beacon in the pre-dawn gloom. Caden walked ahead, his blade drawn, his broad frame a shield against the unseen threats lurking in the fog. Kael flanked them, his wounds slowing his steps but not his resolve, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Victor’s rogues.The old oak loomed closer, its twisted branches clawing at the sky like a warning. Aria’s heart pounded, Victor’s note burning in her memory: "Bring him to me at the old oak by dawn, or I’ll burn the keep." The deadline was here, and the air crackled with the promise of violence. She glanced at Caden, his face a mask of determination, but the sting of his earlier words— I’ll n

Shadows of RedemptionThe keep’s healer’s quarters were a sanctuary of flickering candlelight and the sharp scent of herbs, but the air was heavy with tension as Aria stood by Kael’s bedside. His chest rose and fell shallowly, bandages wrapped tightly around his wounds, the healer’s hands glowing faintly with magic as she worked to stabilize him. Rollan slept in a makeshift crib nearby, his mark dim but still visible, a quiet reminder of the prophecy’s unresolved weight. Caden stood at the far end of the room, his arms crossed, his icy blue eyes fixed on Kael, though they flickered occasionally to Aria and their son.Victor’s death at the old oak had ended the immediate threat, but the cost was etched into the silence between them. Aria’s shoulder ached from the rogue’s claw, but she ignored it, her focus split between Kael’s labored breathing and Caden’s unreadable expression. The traitor, Marcus, was locked in the cells, awaiting judgment, but the prophecy and Rollan’s mark loomed l

The Ruins of FateThe ruins loomed before them, skeletal remains of a forgotten era thrust upward from the earth. Crumbling stone pillars, draped in thick vines and moss, stood like silent sentinels, their surfaces pitted by time. The air was heavy, saturated with the rich, loamy scent of damp soil and the faint rot of decay. It pressed against Aria’s skin as she stepped into the clearing, a cloying shroud that made her breath catch. Beneath her boots, the ground yielded, soft mud sucking at her soles with each careful step. The faint light of dawn struggled through the dense canopy overhead, splintering into long, wavering shadows that danced across the uneven stones. Beside her, Caden moved with purpose, his longsword already drawn. The blade gleamed faintly, catching the dim glow like a shard of moonlight trapped in steel. His icy blue eyes swept the surroundings, sharp and predatory, missing nothing. Behind them, his warriors spread out, their figures dissolving into the swirling