All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Hybrid Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Aurora’s POVI woke slowly.Not the way I used to—jerking awake, heart racing, bracing for danger.This time, I woke because my body reminded me that something real had happened.I was sore.Not painfully—just deeply, thoroughly aware of myself. Of where I’d been held. Of how completely I’d been cared for. Every muscle felt used and warm, like I’d run for miles and then been wrapped in blankets afterward.I breathed out softly.Rowan was behind me, his chest a solid wall of warmth, one arm curved around my waist like it had always belonged there. Zander was in front of me, one leg tangled with mine, his hand resting possessively—but gently—over my hip.Both of them were awake.I felt it in the bond before I opened my eyes.Steady. Watchful. Calm.“How do you feel?” Rowan asked quietly, his voice low with morning and concern.I shifted slightly and winced—not from pain, but from tenderness.Zander immediately stilled. “Hey. Easy.”“I’m okay,” I whispered. “Just… feeling it.”Rowan’s ha

Aurora’s POVI woke with the bond already feeling tight and strained.Not in a painful way —just alert.Like the world was holding its breath.Rowan was sitting beside me, one hand resting on my knee, posture calm but rigid. Zander stood near the table, arms crossed, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a map spread across the wood.They stopped talking the moment my eyes opened.That alone told me everything.“Don’t,” I said hoarsely.They both looked at me.“Don’t stop,” I repeated. “Whatever you were saying—finish it.”Zander opened his mouth.Rowan beat him to it. “Aurora, you need to rest.”I pushed myself upright despite the ache still lingering through my body and the bond flaring in protest.“I rested,” I snapped. “I survived my first heat. I can handle a conversation.”Zander flinched.Rowan exhaled slowly. “This isn’t about handling it. It’s about—”“—you two are deciding my future without me?” I finished.Silence slammed into the room.The bond tightened sharply, not from pain—but

Aurora’s POVThey thought they were being careful.I realized that the moment the room went quiet when I entered.Maps rolled halfway closed. Voices cut off mid-sentence. Rowan straightened too quickly. Zander’s jaw tightened in that way it always did when he was already preparing to argue.I didn’t ask what they were planning.I already knew.“You’re doing it again,” I said quietly.Rowan turned first. “Aurora—”“—don’t,” I interrupted, my voice calm but unyielding. “Don’t soften it. Don’t lie to me. You were planning to move me.”Zander rubbed a hand over his mouth. “We were planning to keep you safe.”The bond stirred—not angry, not panicked.Steady.Anchored.“I am safe,” I said. “Standing here. With you.”Rowan stepped toward me, concern etched deep into his expression. “Morana isn’t circling anymore. She’s positioning. If she strikes, she’ll aim for leverage.”“And you think I’m leverage,” I said.Silence answered.That hurt more than I expected—but it didn’t weaken me.It clari

Aurora’s POVThe room changed the moment the decision settled.Not lighter.Sharper.It was like the air itself had pulled taut—every sound clearer, every breath louder. The candles along the walls flickered, reacting to something deeper than a draft. The bond hummed low in my chest, not frantic, not panicked—attentive. Like it was waiting to see what we would do next.Rowan straightened first.Not as an Alpha guarding territory.But as a commander reassessing a battlefield that had just shifted under his feet.Zander rolled his shoulders, the way he always did before a fight—only this time the tension didn’t feel reckless. It recalibrated. Changed direction. His posture went from shield her at all costs to stand with her no matter what.They weren’t fighting me anymore.They were thinking with me.That realization hit harder than anything else.“Alright,” Zander said finally, dragging a hand down his face before exhaling through his teeth. “If you’re staying—” He paused, eyes locking

Aurora's POVA cold wind sliced through the courtyard, bending the trees at the edges of the ward lines. The torches hissed and shrank. The night itself seemed to pull inward, as if the world held its breath.Morana did not step into the light.She bent it instead.Shadows elongated across the stone, snaking toward us, slow and patient — like predators deciding where to sink their teeth.Rowan’s stance changed.His body angled slightly in front of mine without blocking me — protection without erasure. Zander remained close to my right, his hand brushing my back, grounding and fierce.The Shadow Fangs tightened formation.Ember slipped closer, Liam at her side, both ready — fear in her eyes, determination in her spine.The bond hummed.Alert.Focused.Waiting.Then Morana’s voice filled the courtyard — soft, ancient, threaded with something like disappointment.“Look at you,” she murmured.“Not hidden. Not shielded. Not folded away like a frightened girl. You stand in the open — spine