All Chapters of Claiming his Runaway Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

Doppelgänger’s TruthThe voice echoed like a curse through the fortress chamber, dragging nails across the edge of Lucian’s heart.“She was mine before she was ever yours.”Lucian’s hand tightened around the hilt of his blade. His chest rose and fell like a storm crashing against jagged cliffs. He had fought battles, he had bled in wars, but nothing had ever shaken him like those words.The man before him stood tall, unmasked now. The torchlight painted his features, and Lucian felt as though he were staring at his own reflection only colder, sharper, touched by shadows instead of flame.His half-brother. A brother he had buried in memory, a ghost returned from the grave.Lucian’s voice cracked the silence.“You should be dead.”The other man smirked. “And yet here I stand. Did you miss me, brother?”Elara’s trembling gasp broke the tension. Her hand clutched at her chest, her eyes darting between the two of them as if the world had betrayed her.“Brothers? No. No, this isn’t real. Th

The Hunt in the ShadowsThe forest swallowed every sound except the pounding of my own heartbeat and the distant rustle of her frantic steps. The night air was sharp, thick with mist, and yet her scent cut through it like fire on snow. She was close. Too close to losing herself to him. Too close to slipping away from me forever.“Elara!” My voice cracked against the trees, raw, desperate. “Stop running from me!”Her shadow darted between the trunks ahead, fleeting, fragile yet burning with defiance.“I can’t stop,” her cry came back, breathless, breaking. “Not when the truth feels like a blade in my chest!”Branches whipped at my face as I pushed harder. My lungs burned, but I didn’t care. She couldn’t vanish into the night with his lies lodged in her heart.I caught a flicker of movement, her figure illuminated by the pale moonlight, and I lunged. She spun, trying to dodge, but my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against me with the force of everything I hadn’t said. Her bac

Secrets in the RuinsThe quiet was the first thing I did. Not the soft hush of the forest, but the kind that pushed into your bones, heavy and unnatural. My breath came short as the half-brother led me deeper into the ruins, crumbling stone walls, broken columns, moss twisting over the ground like veins. “This place feels… alive,” I whispered, shaking even though the air was warm. He glanced at me, a half-smile that carried too much sadness. “It should. Once, it was more than stone. It was where we dreamed of a future.” His words tugged at the frail threads of memory inside me. Shadows of images stirred laughter under stars, hands entwined, vows spoken in whispers. My heart squeezed painfully. “You keep saying that,” I mumbled. “That we had a future. That I picked you once. But how can I believe it when everything feels like a broken mirror?” “Because it was stolen from you,” he said sharply, moving closer. “Stolen by Lucian. He rewrote your life, Elara. He made you