Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna’s Return: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chapter Sixty Two : The Weight of a Crown I Never WantedSelene’s POVI was still in bed when the knock came. A soft, firm knock. Not urgent, but not casual either. I sat up slowly, my fingers pressing into the blanket as if I could disappear into it.“Come in,” I whispered.A guard stepped in. He didn’t look me in the eye. “The Elders request your presence in the Council Hall, my Lady.”My Lady.I wasn’t used to that.I wasn’t anyone’s lady.I was just Selene—lost, broken, still grieving Ronan. Carrying his child. And hiding behind thick walls of silence.I nodded slowly. “Alright.”He left without another word.I rose from the bed, changed into a simple blue gown, and tied my hair back. My stomach felt tight—not from hunger—but nerves. Something didn’t feel right.As I stepped out of the room, the hallway felt colder than usual. My footsteps echoed too loudly. The palace had always felt too big, too polished. I wasn’t used to this world of royalty. I didn’t belong here. I was only h

Chapter Sixty Four: His Words Found MeThe moon was full that night.Everything in the palace was quiet, too quiet. The servants had all gone to prepare for the next day—the big celebration. Evric had announced that he would reveal something important. Everyone already guessed what it was.Me.He was going to introduce me as his Luna. The mother of his heir.I should have been resting, but I couldn’t sleep. The walls felt too tight. My chest felt heavy. My thoughts wouldn’t stop.So I got up.I didn’t bother to wear a cloak. I just pulled on a thin shawl and stepped into the cool night. The air outside was different. Softer. Free.I walked through the garden slowly, breathing in the scent of the flowers. I touched the petals of a blue lily. It reminded me of Ronan. He once placed one behind my ear and told me I looked like magic.That was before everything fell apart.That was before he disappeared.That was before my life became a prison.I didn’t know where my feet were taking me, b

Chapter Sixty Six : The Empty RoomLucien’s POVThe celebration drums had started long ago. I could hear them pounding from the courtyard—the rhythmic beat that echoed through every stone and wall in the palace. Everyone was already gathered at the mating ceremony. The air smelled of wine, roasted meat, and burning wood.But my chest was heavy.I couldn’t join them. I couldn’t pretend.Not when I had something more important to do.This was the night we had waited for. The night of distraction. The one chance we had to leave. To disappear. No one would look for us—at least not until the next day. And by then, it would be too late.I took the back path toward Selene’s quarters, moving quickly but carefully. The corridors were quiet. Most of the guards were at the celebration, which made my steps even lighter. The moonlight poured through the windows, guiding me like a silent companion.I reached her room.My heart was pounding.I knocked once—softly.No answer.I knocked again, this ti

Chapter Sixty Eight ; The Shadow King’s GameEvric’s POVThe night was loud with drums, lights, and fire. The celebration had started. From the tall windows of the East Hall, I could hear the laughter of wolves. The beat of the mating dance echoed through the stone walls like a call to the wild.But I was not celebrating.I stood before the large mirror in my chamber, adjusting the black silk around my collar, watching my reflection. Calm. Cold. Perfect. No one could read my thoughts—not even Selene. Especially not Selene.Soon, she would be mine completely. Not just in name. Not just for the sake of the elders. But truly.I picked up the crystal pendant that hung beside my robe. It shimmered with the enchantments I had ordered from the mountain seers. Spells of memory suppression… obedience… fear cloaked in warmth. All for her. All for Selene. All for the child growing inside her womb.The child of Ronan.I clenched my jaw.The boy—or girl—didn’t matter. What mattered was the prophec

Chapter Seventy : A Room That Isn’t MineSelene’s POVThe celebration was over, but my heart was heavier than it had ever been.People cheered, danced, drank, and clapped like it was the happiest day in the kingdom. They called me Luna. They smiled at me. They looked at my stomach and smiled even more. But inside, I was wilting. I had smiled too — the kind of smile that a prisoner forces when her chains are wrapped in flowers.When I finally stepped into my room that evening, I shut the door quietly behind me. My hands rested on my belly as I exhaled, long and shaky. The silence was a relief. It was the only thing that didn’t pretend.I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around at the room that still carried faint pieces of Ronan. No one else could see it, but I did. I saw him in the corners, in the space between the curtains, in the blanket that still held a thread he once pulled. My fingers curled around the edge of the mattress.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “I