All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 121 – The Return of the Alpha (Ronan’s POV)The road back to the palace seemed longer than usual. The wind whipped against my face, carrying the sharp scent of the forest and the faint aroma of smoke from distant fires. My horse’s hooves pounded the earth, each strike echoing the storm raging inside me. I should have been calm. I should have trusted the pack. But my mind would not rest.Every thought led back to Selene. Every memory dragged me into the past few days—the desperation in her eyes when I left, the chaos of Evric’s palace, the fear that had clutched her heart while I was away. And now, my guards had just arrived ahead of me with news. Something had happened while I was gone. Something I feared even to imagine.I slowed the horse as I saw the group of guards waiting at the edge of the clearing. They looked tense, their hands resting on their weapons, their eyes shifting nervously between each other and me. My chest tightened. Something was wrong.“Alpha,” one of the

Chapter 123 – Returning Home (Ronan’s POV)The streets of the pack territory were eerily quiet as I rode, my horse’s hooves echoing against the stone path. Every heartbeat was a drum of tension, every breath tight in my chest. I had left to deal with matters I couldn’t ignore, but now, every instinct screamed for me to return. To Selene. To my child.The guards at the palace gates spotted me first. They rushed forward, bowing low, faces pale and tense. “Alpha… Alpha,” one of them said, voice trembling. “We… we need you… Selene… the baby…”I didn’t even hear the rest. My mind was already racing, my wolf growling deep inside me, restless and impatient. My legs urged the horse forward, faster, faster, until the wind whipped against my face and I felt the world blur around me. Nothing mattered except the thought of Selene—fragile, exhausted, alive—and our child.The gates loomed closer, and my chest tightened with a mixture of dread and anticipation. What had happened while I was away? Ha

Chapter 125Ronan’s POVThe night was quiet, but not in a way that brought me peace. Selene had fallen asleep on the bed, our newborn resting in the crook of her arm. The baby’s soft breaths filled the room, tiny chest rising and falling, his little fist curled against Selene’s nightdress.I stood by the window, staring out at the moon. The silver light spilled across the floor, but it only deepened the storm inside me. Lucien’s words replayed in my head like a cruel chant: “The child is yours, Ronan. You’re just looking for a problem that isn’t there.”I wanted to believe him. I wanted to bury my doubts and forget the shadow of Evric’s face when I returned. But the image of Selene and Evric standing together before I disappeared—close, too close—kept twisting like a blade in my chest.I turned back to look at Selene. She was peaceful, unaware of the battle in my mind. She had no idea that I was pulling away from her, even if just a little. I still loved her—Gods, more than my own lif

Chapter 123 – The Tension Between Us (Selene’s POV)The palace felt heavier than ever that morning. Every sound—the faint clatter of dishes, the soft rustle of the guards’ footsteps, even the distant wind—seemed louder, sharper, more intrusive. I gripped the edge of the balcony railing, staring at the courtyard below, my heart pounding in ways I didn’t want to admit. My hands shook slightly—not from fear, not from cold, but from the storm of emotions swirling inside me.Since giving birth, I had thrown myself into caring for our child, every waking moment consumed by the fragile, perfect life I had brought into this world. And yet… Ronan had grown distant. Not cruel, not neglectful, but distant enough to make my chest ache. He spoke softly when he did speak, his eyes sometimes clouded with thoughts I could not read. He lingered near Mirella just a little too long, smiled at her in ways that set fire to the jealousy in my veins.I had tried to ignore it at first, convincing myself I wa

Chapter 129Ronan’s POVI was sitting alone in my study, staring at the fire that burned low in the hearth. My mind was heavy, like a stone I could not carry. I had told myself I would stay away from Selene tonight. I needed the silence. I needed the space to breathe, or so I thought. But even here, alone, I could still hear her voice, see her face, and feel the storm of doubt inside me.The door creaked softly. At first I thought it was one of the guards or Mirella, but then I caught her scent—sweet, warm, familiar. Selene.She stepped in slowly, her hands twisting together as if she was afraid of me. My chest tightened. This was not the strong, proud woman I had known. This was a woman carrying fear, pain, and something that broke me to see—tears glistening in her eyes.“Ronan,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “Please… don’t shut me out.”I clenched my jaw, looking back at the fire instead of her. “You shouldn’t be here right now, Selene.” My tone came out sharper than I meant, bu