All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Seventy One: Almost HisSelene’s POVIt had been a few days since I moved into the new room. The old one felt too small, too cold, and maybe that was why I agreed when Evric suggested I move. I told myself I didn’t want trouble. I told myself it was just for the baby’s comfort. But deep down, I knew I was tired of fighting.The room was warm, far more elegant than I was used to. Thick carpets covered the floor, golden curtains hung beside wide windows, and the bed… it was so large I could stretch without touching the edges. It felt like something meant for a queen. For a Luna.And that’s what they had started calling me.The guards. The maids. Even the elders. They all looked at me with strange eyes now—respect, some with jealousy, others with quiet pity. But no one saw me for who I was. They only saw the Luna. Evric’s Luna.I didn’t correct them anymore. I didn’t tell them the child wasn’t his. I didn’t argue. What was the use?Each day, Evric visited. Sometimes in the mornin

Chapter Seventy-Three: “Stay Hidden”POV: LucienI didn’t know how I managed to get Ronan out of that area without him causing a scene. His eyes had gone wild the moment he caught sight of Evric’s mansion. His body wanted to move. His heart was screaming for Selene. But I couldn’t let him go there. Not yet.Too many things had changed.Too many truths would crush him.And he wasn’t ready.I brought him deep into the woods, a place only I knew. A tiny cottage covered in moss and leaves, hidden far from the royal roads. It was the place I used to escape when the pressure of my duty was too much. No one ever came here. Not even guards.I opened the creaking wooden door. Dust hung in the air. Cobwebs in corners. But it was still safe. Safe enough.“Sit,” I told Ronan.He didn’t speak. His face was pale, his jaw clenched. He looked like a ghost who had come back from the dead.He sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking. “Where is she, Lucien?” His voice was broken. “Where is Sele

Chapter Seventy Five ; The Scent of MemorySelene’s POVThe day had dragged like most days did now. Slow. Quiet. Too perfect, too calculated.I needed air.My body had become heavier lately—not just from the pregnancy, but from everything. From secrets. From silence. From guilt.I wrapped a thick shawl over my shoulders and stepped out into the garden. The moon was half full, casting a soft silver glow over the courtyard, brushing the world in a dreamlike shimmer. The palace guards bowed as I walked past, their faces unreadable, their thoughts locked behind loyalty.I ignored them.All I needed were the moonflower petals. They bloomed best at dusk. Their scent calmed my nausea, soothed the baby’s kicks, and somehow grounded me to reality.My slippers crunched softly on the gravel as I walked toward the far edge of the garden. The old part. The forgotten part. It had always been my escape, even before… before everything changed.I bent slowly to reach a cluster of petals blooming just

Chapter Seventy Seven: The Risk He TookLucien’s POVThe moment I stepped into the old stone house, I slammed the door behind me and leaned on it, breathing heavily.Ronan was sitting by the small window, staring out into the fading sky. His back was straight, and the air around him was quiet—too quiet.“You went out,” I said, my voice sharp.He didn’t look at me. “I didn’t mean to go that far.”“You shouldn’t have gone at all.” I walked into the room, pacing. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”“I just needed air,” he said, still not looking. “Just for a moment.”“Selene felt your scent.” I stopped in front of him. “She knows something. She called me. Asked me directly if I knew anything.”That made him finally look at me. His eyes—those same silver eyes that once ruled the North—were calm but tired. “Did you tell her?”“No.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I lied to her. Again. She’s not stupid, Ronan. She’ll figure it out soon.”“She’s carrying my child, Lucien. She deserves to

Chapter Seventy Nine : A Path Begins to OpenLucien’s POVThe wind was low that evening, brushing against my skin like a whisper from the past. I walked alone, hooded and quiet, my footsteps blending with the dust beneath my boots. These days, I kept to myself more than ever, but the whispers I’d started hearing on the streets wouldn’t let me rest.I stopped by a small herbal stall in the town square, pretending to inspect the dried leaves, but my ears were fixed on the conversation happening behind me—two warriors, speaking low but urgent.“…they say The Lady’s child will carry the power of two bloodlines,” one muttered.“A rare prophecy… a Lycan born of fire and silver blood,” the other replied. “King Evric must be the one protecting it at all cost.”I frowned, my grip tightening around the leather pouch at my side. So, it had begun. The people didn’t know the child wasn’t his. They didn’t know Ronan still lived. But the idea that this unborn child would be “great” was spreading, an