All Chapters of Reborn Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

HopeI wake to the sound of my name. It’s whispered. I’m groggy. My head is heavy, my body burning, like I’m coming down with a fever. I open my eyes and see Camille sitting across from me. He is leaning against the wall, propped up, half‑asleep.Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead, and his eyes are struggling to focus on me.“Hope,” he breathes, relief washing over him. “Thank the goddess you’re awake.” He rubs his face, looks shell‑shocked. “I was worried—I mean, you didn’t wake up as quickly as I.”I swallow. My throat is dry. I try to sit up. “Where—where are we?” My voice cracks. Everything’s foggy.“You’re okay,” he says. “We’re on the bottom floors of the place. In case we’re ever raided, we use one of the secret rooms for escape.”I shift. I look around the room, my vision getting clearer, and realize we’re in a lavish room. A large bed dominates the center, draped in rich cloth: velvet cushions, polished wood. But the lights are candles—no electricity.“How do we get o

HopeI climb out of the car, and the door clicks shut before I blink. The hotel façade looms over us like a dark mirror to my secrets. Keith stands beside me, silent, eyes hollow but waiting. My throat tightens. I should speak. But when you’re walking a tightrope, every word feels like a misstep.He is upset, my wolf states as if I haven't already figured that out.Helpful as always, I snark.Your fault. Tell him the truth, then he will understand, she backfires.But the truth is feeling more and more out of reach. At first, I wanted to keep it to myself to punish him. To remember what he did to me in the waking memory. Now that new pieces are completing a view I didn't even know was there, I'm more afraid of what he will think of me when he finds out the truth.He leads us inside. The lobby lights are cool, antiseptic. Every step echoes. My skin roars with fire from the aphrodisiac—my body betrays me, pulling closer to him when I want space. He doesn’t touch me. Just takes the key ca

KeithI stand in front of Hope’s door, jaw tight. I’ve been wanting this date for weeks, and I’m still not sure why I’m here after everything. She lied to me. Put herself in the middle of Camille and the Queen’s feud like she couldn’t get burned. Risked herself without a thought of what it would do to me.My beast snorts. Just claim her. She is mate. Simple.Not simple. She has to want to be claimed first.Make her want it. We are good male. Strong. She will be safe.If only it were that easy. I think about all the pieces lying in our path like jagged rocks. The royal family and their suspicion of my pack. My merging beasts, the ticking clock on when I need to return to my pack, and now the Queen is trying to use my relationship with Hope for her means.I have always known my very existence is seen as a threat to the King and his line; what I didn’t expect was for the Queen to have her hidden motives. Right now, hers seem the most insidious.But tonight isn’t about the lie. It isnt ab

HopeIt’s finally just us.The city hums around us—vendors calling out prices, the rustle of silk skirts and leather boots, the occasional bark of a guard or child. But for once, there’s no Papa, no advisors, no expectations breathing down our necks.Just me and Tessa.She exhales loud and dramatic, dragging her fingers down her face. “I swear, if one more crusty councilman comments on how rare a female Alpha is, I might lose it.”I smile. “What would you do?”“Rip out their tongues. Display them on the palace gates. Make a new tradition.”“You sound like Papa.”She groans. “Don’t say that. That’s not funny.”We duck into a side street, lined with merchant stalls under bright awnings. The smell of roasted nuts and fresh-cut herbs fills the air.“They're just threatened,” I say, looping my arm through hers. “You’re not just a female Alpha. You’re you. They’re terrified you’ll do everything they can't, and better.”“I will,” she mutters. “But I hate playing dress-up for them. Meeting Al

HopeThe late afternoon sun filters through the branches above, golden light dappling the gravel path beneath my feet. The park is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of birds returning to their nests. My hands are tucked deep into my coat pockets, clenched so tightly my knuckles ache.Keith walks beside me, silent for now, though I can feel the tension coiled between us like a live wire. I asked him to come with me for a walk—told him I needed to talk. That I had something important to say. I don’t think he knows what to expect, but the way his fingers twitch and his jaw flexes tells me he’s not at ease either.My heart thunders against my ribs as I glance at him. The way the light plays off his cheekbones, the soft edge of his smile when he caught me watching—it's almost enough to make me forget. Almost.But I can’t forget. Not this time.Emma's words echo in my head, The more you hide from it, the more likely it is to happen again.I hate that she's proba