All Chapters of Reborn Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

StevieThe torchlight outside his cell flickers against the stone, like the flames are trying to breathe for the whole underground. Down here, the air is heavy—old earth, old blood, old grudges. I sit cross-legged just outside the bars, my back against the damp wall, elbows resting on my knees.The male sits on the other side, his large frame folded awkwardly as if the iron bars have shrunk the space around him. His eyes are a strange pale amber—wolf-glow without the wolf showing. He watches me quietly while we talk, like he’s memorizing everything I say.It’s different tonight. The wolf in him hasn’t brought up Silver Fang, or the old Lycan war stories, or any of the venom Lady Elira poured into his ears. Instead, he’s been asking me small things—curiosity like the first sunlight after storm clouds.What is my favorite season is.What a normal day looks like in Lotus territory.Whether I’ve ever seen snow fall in silence.All these tiny, human pieces.He’s searching, my wolf murmurs

CamilleThe moment I push open the door to Hope’s chambers, the scent hits me.Not the soft lavender she usually smells of, or the faint trace of her magic that always sparks my wolf’s curiosity. No—this scent is sour, acidic, sharp enough that my wolf lifts his head in alarm.She’s hurt. His growl vibrates through my mind.I don’t even realize I’ve moved until I’m halfway across the sitting room. The maid—Rina, I think—steps out of the inner bathing room with a basin of water. Her eyes snap up, widen, and she freezes as if she’s been caught stealing the royal jewels.“Your Highness!” She drops into a deep bow, nearly spilling the basin. “F-forgive me. The lady is… she is not well at the moment.”A gagging sound carries from the bathroom. My heart stutters.Hope.I move to go past the maid, but she jerks to block the doorway, arms spread in a panic. “Please, sire—wait! In case it is contagious—”I stare down at her, letting my authority settle into my voice. “She is to be my mate. A l

TessaThe massive oak table sits between us like a canyon carved by centuries of blood and mistrust. Its surface is polished to a mirror shine, but the reflection I see in it isn’t my own—it's the history that brought us here. Wolves and lycans, two branches of the same ancient tree, split and twisted apart until we barely recognize each other.Today, maybe, we start growing back together.Keith sits at the head of our side, calm and composed, though I can feel his tension through the subtle tapping of his thumb on the table. To his right is Alpha Xavier, rigid-backed and ice-eyed. To his left, Papa sits with his arms crossed, jaw fixed in that resigned, angry patience he’s worn since the King took our family. Ben sits beside me—steady, alert, warm—while Jace and Kellen flank the outer edges like silent guardians.Across the table, the five Lycan clan leaders observe us with expressions ranging from wary to calculating.Riven, the biggest of them, has the kind of presence that makes t

KeithThe breeze carries the scent of pine, damp moss, and the faintest edge of nerves from my pack as they go about their afternoon routines. Even without looking, I can feel the uncertainty lingering in the air like static clinging to fur. They took the news earlier better than I expected—no panic, no anger—but still… there’s tension.They’re preparing for a war they never imagined. And they’re welcoming Lycans—creatures they thought were either extinct or stories told to pups to keep them from wandering too far.They will adjust, my wolf rumbles confidently. They are strong. They are ours.Yeah. But strength doesn’t erase centuries of belief overnight.I stand near the southern clearing with Jace, Stevie, and Sky, waiting for the Lycan clans to arrive. Stevie stands with her shoulders straight, duty written all over her face. Jace, relaxed but alert, hovers a little closer to Sky than usual. The kid pretends not to notice, but I see the way his shoulders loosen when Jace is near.S

HopeI pace the length of my room until the stone floor feels worn thin beneath my bare feet.Back and forth. Window to door. Door to window.Too slow, my wolf murmurs inside me, her voice a low ripple of unease. We should already be running.“I know,” I whisper, fingers twisting in the hem of my nightdress. My heart beats too loud, each thud a countdown I can’t see. Time is everything tonight. Not just the hour—down to the breath. One misstep, one delay, and everything unravels.Our escape doesn’t just ride on timing. It rides on Lina.On the Quiet Heart.If we leave the castle without it, there are no guarantees we’ll ever get back in. Lady Ellie won’t hesitate. The moment she finds the Heart, she’ll use it—against Tiriana, against me, against anyone foolish enough to stand in her way.The image makes bile crawl up my throat.You hate this, my wolf says gently.“Yes,” I breathe. “I hate all of it.”I hate that Lina is risking her life because of me. That I’ve pulled her into shadows