All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven - A Storm Inside MeRonan’s POVThe wind was quiet when I came back.Too quiet.The trees didn’t sway like before. The birds didn’t sing. Everything was still—like the forest itself knew something had gone wrong.I had only stepped away for a moment. Just one moment. Selene had smiled at me, sweat on her face, her hands bruised from training, but she said she was fine. I believed her. I should have stayed. I should have never left her alone.But now… she was gone.The first thing I saw was the ground.The flowers we had walked over were crushed. The place where we sparred was scattered.And then I saw it—blood.Fresh. Red. Right beside the old training stone. My heart dropped. My chest tightened. My hands clenched.“No…” I whispered to myself. My breath started coming faster. My mind raced. A thousand thoughts ran through me.I looked around wildly. I called her name.Nothing.Only the forest. Only silence.My legs moved on their own. I searched every corner, sniffed th

Chapter Thirteen: The Man I Almost LostSelene’s POVThe door creaked open, and my heart dropped.Blood.It was the first thing I saw.Ronan stumbled inside, his steps heavy, uneven. His shirt was torn, soaked in red. Cuts traced his arms, and his eyes—those storm-gray eyes—were barely open. His body swayed like he would fall at any moment.“Ronan!” I screamed, rushing forward.Lucien was behind him, breathing hard, his own clothes a mess, but he looked less wounded. He held Ronan by the waist, struggling to keep him up.“He wouldn’t stop until he got you back,” Lucien muttered, his voice hoarse.I didn’t hear anything else.I dropped to my knees as Ronan collapsed into my arms.His body was hot—too hot—and trembling. His pulse was faint. My hands pressed against his chest, trying to stop the bleeding from one deep wound near his ribs.“You’re safe,” he whispered, his voice barely there. “That’s all I need.”“Don’t you dare talk like that,” I cried. “You’re not going anywhere.”Lucien

CHAPTER Fifteen : The Fall After the StormSelene’s POVI didn’t know how my legs carried me. I didn’t know how I made it down the stairs, through the courtyard, past the voices that had once called me Luna.I only knew that something inside me had cracked.And once it cracked—it wouldn’t stop breaking.Ronan didn’t come after me.Not when I opened the door.Not when I looked back one last time.Not when the tears blurred my vision so much I nearly missed the step.He just stood there, holding a ring he once said was for me.But it wasn’t.Not anymore.My chest tightened as the words from Sasha echoed louder in my skull:“You were always temporary.”“This life was mine.”I stumbled into the forest, not knowing where I was going—only that I had to go.I had to leave before I collapsed in front of them all.Before the proud Luna turned into the broken girl again.I fell once, my knees hitting the dirt.I didn’t rise immediately.I stayed there.Crying.Sobbing.Tearing at the grass like

CHAPTER Seventeen : Her Tears, My CurseRonan’s POVWe ran like our lives depended on it.Lucien was ahead, his nose to the ground, following Selene’s scent. I was behind him, panting, my heart pounding harder than ever. Every breath I took felt like fire.“She’s close,” Lucien said suddenly. “I smell fear.”My chest tightened. Fear. Selene was afraid.We pushed harder. Branches hit my arms and face, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except getting to her.ThenA sound.A cry.My heart nearly stopped.We crashed into the clearing.And what I saw made the world stop spinning.Selene.On the ground.Tied.Her eyes wide. Terrified.Kade was over her, yanking at her dress, trying to rip it off. His dirty hands on her skin.No.I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe.“You came late already, this one, I am going to have something with her”I attacked.I tackled him so hard we hit the ground with a thud. I didn’t give him a chance to speak. My fists found his face, again and again. I couldn’t st

CHAPTER Nineteen: The Bargain of BetrayalRonan’s POVThe scent of herbs filled the air—mint, crushed moonleaf, and a hint of lavender bark. I stirred the steaming brew slowly, watching the swirls rise like ghosts from the teacup. Lucien said she hadn’t been sleeping. Said her hands shook when no one was looking.And she wouldn’t let me near her.So this… this tea was the only thing I could give her now. A coward’s offering through someone else’s hands.I poured it into a clay cup, the rim still warm from the fire. My fingers lingered on the handle. I closed my eyes and imagined her taking it—her lips brushing where my hand had been. Maybe it was stupid. Pathetic, even. But it made me feel close to her, even when she wanted nothing to do with me.“I see you still make tea the same way,” a voice said behind me.I stiffened. I didn’t have to turn to know it was her.Sasha.She stood in the doorway, bold as ever. Her hair fell in long waves down her back, her stance steady—too steady. Th