All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Hybrid Luna : Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

Aurora’s POVI woke to warmth.Not heat. Not fire.Warmth — the kind that seeps into your bones and tells your body you’re safe now.My wolf stretched contentedly inside me.“More sleep,” she mumbled lazily.I smiled.Rowan was the first thing I became aware of — his arm wrapped around my waist, his chest pressed along my back, steady breaths brushing the crown of my head.Zander was the second — sprawled across my front like a furnace, one leg thrown across mine, one hand tangled in my hair, lips brushing the top of my shoulder.They slept like Alphas.Possessive.Protective.Wrapped so tightly around me it felt like we were woven together.I shifted just a little.Instantly, Zander’s hand twitched.“Mmm… don’t move,” he mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep.Rowan’s arm tightened around my waist.“You woke her,” Rowan murmured quietly.“Did not,” Zander argued, eyes still closed.“You always blame me.”“You are always the reason.”“Lies.”I snorted softly.Both men froze.Then Rowan sh

Rowan’s POVAurora slept curled against both of us, breathing softly, her hair spread across the pillows like golden fire. I lay awake beside her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.She deserved peace.She deserved a lifetime of it — but at the very least, she deserved a moment.Her wolf was tired.Her magic was tired.Her heart… gods, it was so heavy and still so brave.I brushed a finger along her cheek and whispered:“You need light again, little star.”Zander shifted awake beside me, rubbing sleep from his eyes.“What are you staring at?” he mumbled.“Aurora.”He huffed. “Yeah, same.”We were quiet a moment.Then Zander lifted himself onto an elbow.“She needs a break.”I nodded. “A real one.”“A day where nobody tries to kill her.”“It would be refreshing.”Zander snorted softly. “Understatement of the century.”He looked at her again, and something softer than usual flickered across his face.“She laughs less now,” he said. “I want it back.”“So do I.”We both knew th

Aurora’s POVThe bonfires lit at sunset.One by one, flames bloomed across the clearing like fallen stars, their warmth chasing the chill from the mountain air. Lanterns were strung between trees, glowing soft gold. Music drifted through the woods—drums first, low and steady, then laughter, then voices rising together.A pack festival.Zander stood beside me at the edge of the clearing, his arm draped casually over my shoulders like this was the most natural thing in the world.“They do this when they sense a storm coming,” he murmured.I glanced up at him. “To prepare?”He smirked. “To remember how to live.”Rowan approached from the other side, holding three cups of spiced cider. He passed one to me, his fingers brushing mine.“They celebrate survival,” he said softly. “Not victory. Not war. Just… being here.”That felt important.I looked out over the crowd.Wolves in human form danced barefoot in the grass. Children ran between the fires, laughing as older warriors pretended not

Aurora’s POVThe cabin felt different when we returned.Not heavier.Not lighter.Just… charged.The fire was low. Afternoon light spilled through the windows in soft, amber ribbons. Everything looked the same — the chairs, the hearth, the blankets — but I didn’t feel the same inside my skin.Zander had shifted back into his usual quiet intensity after the run. He gave me small looks when he thought I wasn’t watching. Gentle. Protective. Grounded.And Rowan…Rowan was too still.He stood at the window with his arms crossed, silver eyes fixed on the forest like he was listening for something only he could hear.The bond trembled between us.Not painful.Aware.I felt it tighten when I stepped fully inside.Rowan spoke without turning around.“You ran deep today.”Zander stiffened slightly beside me.I swallowed.“Yes.”The bond pulsed once — slow, measured.Rowan turned then.And the look in his eyes wasn’t anger.It was understanding laced with vulnerability.“I felt the shift,” he sa

Aurora’s POVIt didn’t start all at once.At first, it was just warmth.A slow bloom low in my stomach, spreading outward like embers catching beneath my skin. I shifted on the bed, frowning, pressing my thighs together instinctively.Something felt… wrong.Or maybe not wrong.Different.My wolf stirred sharply, no longer drowsy or content.“Aurora,” she whispered.“Listen.”The warmth intensified.My breath hitched.“Rowan,” I whispered, fingers tightening in the blanket. “Something’s happening. You smell so delicious.” And his eyes turn black with desire.They smelt it instantly.The heat surged—hot, urgent, alive.Zander went still like a predator sensing prey. Rowan’s breath stuttered behind me, his arms tightening just slightly at my waist.“You’re heating,” Rowan said quietly, voice low but steady. Not alarmed—focused.My heart began to race.“What does that mean?” I asked, even as my body already knew the answer.The warmth turned molten.Every nerve ending lit up at once. My s