All Chapters of THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kael’s POVThe bond throbbed inside my chest like a wound that wouldn’t close. Serena was moving. I could feel her, her hesitation, her exhaustion, her stubborn determination to keep going. Each flicker of her emotions cut into me like a blade.For nights I hadn’t slept. The council’s warnings, the whispers of war, Nyra’s betrayal, none of it mattered. All I could hear was her heartbeat pulling me across the land, closer and closer, yet never close enough.Markus rode beside me, silent as the wind. His eyes seemed lifeless, his jaw tight, every line of him carved from pain. He hadn’t spoken much since Moonlight Pack. He carried himself like a warrior, but I knew his soul was bleeding. Alina, his mate, was locked behind her brother’s walls. And my Beta, the one who always steadied me, was breaking piece by piece.I tried not to look at him too long. His grief was too familiar.We searched every border village, every rogue den. The trail was always cold, as if the shadows themselves had

Serena’s POV Kael crashed into me, tightening his hold on my body, inhaling my scent, he looked lean, and his subtle beard was itching my neck, his eyes were sunken. His hold on me was tight and restricting my air flow, “Kael you're hurting me,” I managed to breathe out. He stepped back a little, not taking his eyes off me, observing my body for any form of bruises or pain. “You look beautiful.” He said holding my hands to anchor himself We walked down through the forest, nearing the border, the bond pulled tighter in my chest, my wolf stirred in excitement of seeing our mate in a very long time, His beta followed behind, he looked lean and hollow, like something was eating him up from the inside. “We’re here,” he whispered into my hair, his voice trembling. “Moon above, you’re here.” We enter the pack house and the wolves stare at me, whispering to themselves, acting like they saw a ghost. Is that..?” “She came back?” “No… impossible. She’s cursed.” Their disbelief cu

SERENA POV The first morning back in Black Ash Pack was nothing like I’d imagined. The air was crisp, carrying the familiar scent of pine and hearth smoke, yet the atmosphere felt heavy, suffocating. When I stepped out of Kael’s chambers, every head turned. Warriors, omegas, even pups, each gaze carried the same thing; curiosity laced with unease. Whispers followed me wherever I walked. “That’s her… the girl.” “She killed men.” “Why would the Alpha bring her back?” Their words scraped against my skin, sharper than claws. I kept my chin high, but inside, shame coiled like a serpent in my chest. I hadn’t meant to kill. I never wanted blood on my hands. But the rumors didn’t care about truth. They had already painted me as a monster. I forced myself toward the dining hall, each step heavy. A tray of food was set before me, steaming bread, roasted meat, honeyed fruit, but the stares burned hotter than the meal. Forks paused midair. Conversations faltered. No one sat near me. Only

Kael’s POV Morning sunlight spilled across the room in golden ribbons, soft and warm, but I didn’t need sunlight to feel complete. She lay curled against me, her hair a dark cascade across my chest, her breath steady, even. My mark glowed faintly on her neck, and every pulse of it thrummed in my own veins. A bond, renewed and unbreakable. Mine. My wolf purred, stretching inside me, fully content for the first time since the night she was cast out. We had reclaimed her. No, she had reclaimed herself, and I had been lucky enough to stand at her side. I pressed my lips to her temple, careful not to wake her yet. For one more moment, I allowed myself the selfishness of peace, of simply watching her, memorizing every detail, the soft curve of her lashes, the faint shadows beneath her eyes, the way strength and fragility clashed so beautifully in her face. She stirred, her eyes fluttered open, silver flecks catching in the morning light. A sleepy smile tugged at her lips. “Goo

Serena’s POV The council chamber felt heavier the longer I stood before them. I had spoken, bold and unflinching, but the true test had only just begun. The eldest councilman, the one with hair like frost, tapped his cane against the stone floor. Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound echoed, measured and ominous. “Your words are strong, Luna,” he said at last. “But words are wind. The pack must see you not only as Kael’s mate, but as their leader. Trust is not given, it must be earned.” A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Some voices carried approval, others doubt. The council had no intention of making this easy for me. One of the councilwomen, her sharp eyes lined with silver kohl, leaned forward. “The King will not wait long. Rumors already spread of his fury at the death of his guards. If war comes to our gates, we need a Luna who can rally the wolves, not divide them.” Her gaze was piercing, as if she were trying to peel back my soul and see the fractures beneath. “I