All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 101⸻Selene’s POVRonan’s hand shot forward, catching Mirella’s wrist just as she was about to leave.“Don’t go,” his voice cracked, strong yet trembling, like a man caught between two storms.My heart twisted painfully. Don’t go? Those words weren’t meant for me. They were for her.I stepped forward, anger boiling beneath my ribs. “Why, Ronan? Why are you stopping her? Do you want her here that badly? Do you…” My voice broke before I could stop it. “Do you like her?”The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut me in half. Mirella’s eyes widened, and she shook her head quickly, but Ronan’s gaze turned to me — steady, burning, and heavy with a weight I wasn’t ready for.“You think I like her?” His jaw clenched. “Selene, how little do you know me?”“Then explain!” I shouted, my chest rising and falling fast. “You hold her back when I asked her to leave. You defend her more than you defend me. Tell me why, Ronan! Or should I believe what my eyes see — that you would rather

Chapter 113 – Doubt and Advice (Ronan’s POV)The hall was empty, save for the flickering light of the torches that lined the walls. I sat heavily in my chair, fingers drumming against the polished wood of my desk. My mind was anything but steady. Normally, this night would have been different—this night would have been about planning the Luna ceremony, officially presenting Selene before the pack, solidifying her place by my side. But tonight, I could not think about tradition. I could not think about duty. My thoughts were tangled, chaotic, like a storm I could not control.Selene had returned. She was safe. She was in my house, in my arms. And yet… I couldn’t focus on her. I couldn’t focus on her because of Mirella.Her face, her calm composure, the loyalty in her eyes—it haunted me. Not in a possessive way, but in a way that made my heart ache. She had risked everything for Selene, for me, for the child growing in her womb. And I couldn’t ignore the feeling that I was… drawn to her

Chapter 115 Selene’s POVThe pain hadn’t eased, no matter how I shifted or groaned. My body felt heavy, as if it were betraying me from the inside. Every movement, every heartbeat sent sharp, twisting cramps through my stomach. I had tried to hold myself together, tried to breathe through it alone, but the agony grew unbearable.And then… Mirella appeared.She moved softly but with confidence, kneeling beside me. Her hands were gentle but firm as she supported me, helping me lean against pillows. “Selene, breathe with me,” she murmured, her voice calm and steady. “We’ll get through this.”I hated her for being so… composed. For knowing exactly what to do. For not flinching at the sight of my pain. My chest ached—not from the cramps alone, but from the knowledge that she, the woman who should have been my rival, was here, helping me.She didn’t just sit there. She instructed the guards she had sent for the healer, making sure they moved quickly but quietly. “Bring water, herbs, and an

Chapter 117 – Home AgainRonan’s POVThe moment the palace gates came into view, my heart began to race. My hands were tight on the reins, my mind spinning with a thousand thoughts, all of them centered on Selene. I had left her in the palace, weak and alone, trusting Mirella to watch over her. But now, all I wanted was to see her—my mate, my Luna, the mother of my child.As I entered the hall, my boots echoing against the marble floors, I caught sight of her immediately. She was lying on the chaise, pale and exhausted, but her eyes were alive, her fingers clutching something small and delicate. My chest tightened so sharply I thought I might collapse right there.A tiny, perfect bundle rested in her arms—a cry, soft and fragile, but enough to make my heart pound with relief. Our child. My child. Selene was holding our baby. My mate, my child… alive. Both alive.I barely noticed Mirella at first, standing quietly beside Selene, her hand gentle on Selene’s shoulder, her face calm but a

Chapter 119- My BabySelene’s POVThe soft cry of my baby filled the chamber again, and my arms tightened around the small bundle resting against my chest. I was still weak, my body aching as though I had been broken into pieces and then stitched back together. Sweat clung to my skin, my hair messy and damp, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the little child in my arms.His tiny face was scrunched, lips moving as if searching for me. I lowered my head and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Warmth spread through me, a strange mix of joy and fear that I had never known before.“You’re mine,” I whispered, rocking him gently. “No one will ever take you from me.”My heart squeezed as I said the words. Because deep inside, I already knew the dangers. The palace was not safe for me. Not with Mirella still here. Not with the way Ronan’s eyes softened when he looked at her. And not with Lucien, who never failed to remind me of my mistakes.The baby whimpered again, an