All Chapters of The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHARLOTTEI stood in the center of my chamber, my heart hammering as I tightened the straps on the leather holster across my chest. Daggers lined the belt at my waist. I could still hear the faint, distant echoes of the alarms ringing across the estate.“Charlotte,” Jeffrey’s voice boomed behind me.I didn’t turn around. I was too focused on the weapon in my hands—the silver blade I’d trained with for years but never expected to use again. The one my father had given me when he was still acting the role of a good father.“Put it down,” Jeffrey barked. “Drop the weapons and let me handle this.”I froze. Slowly, I turned to face him. He stood in the doorway, his eyes dark with worry and anger. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair tousled as if he hadn’t slept in days.“Handle this?” I repeated, my voice shaking but laced with fury. “You want me to sit here and wait while our children are missing? While she could be out there with them do anything she please?”He clenched his jaw. “Ch

EMMALAINECharlotte and her ragged little army moving like they owned the world. I watched them from the altar-mirror in my chambers.One of the babies wouldn’t stop crying. The sound was sharp enough to cut through the incense. I held the girl to my breast because a mother’s posture is the most convincing lie. I can cradle a falsity with the best of them: smile sweet, murmur soft words, sprinkle promises like sugar. But the crying ate at me. It shredded whatever veneer I’d scrapped together.“Take her!” I barked, more ragged than I meant. A servant bowed and scooped the child with trembling hands. He moved like a man who’d already measured his life in seconds and found it lacking.The other one was quieter. Still, when I held him, something inside me tightened and tried to pull. Not the sentimental tug a mother claims to feel; this was hunger. The relics we dabble with don’t give you what you want; they remember what you stole. They demand repayment.I let the boy rest in my arms and

CHARLOTTEThree days.Three whole days.Three days of waking up to the same bone-deep terror, the same cold emptiness inside my chest, the same suffocating silence where my babies should have been crying, breathing, living.Three days without my twins.Three days of my heart refusing to beat normally, like it had forgotten how to function without them.Three days of torture.I didn’t remember what food tasted like anymore. I didn’t want to. Every time someone brought me a tray, I shoved it away until the plates shattered on the floor. I didn’t want comfort. I didn’t want pity. I wanted my children.And Jeffery… Moon, he tried. He hovered around me like a shadow, looking more exhausted each passing hour. He kept whispering, “Charlotte, please eat… please rest… please sit…”But how could I rest when my children were out there with a monster?My skin felt too tight. My throat burned with screams I refused to release. Every time I blinked, I saw Emmalaine’s hands reaching toward my babies

CHARLOTTE I didn’t remember how I left the palace.One moment I was standing in Jeffrey’s study doorway, trying desperately not to break as Kael and the guards scrambled around gathering weapons…The next moment my feet were crashing through the dead leaves and cold fog of the forbidden forest, my heart pounding, my breath cutting in and out like a blade.I wasn’t thinking, I didn't have plans and for sure I wasn't measuring risks.I was a mother searching for her children.And I would burn the entire world down to get them back.“Charlotte slow down!” Kael shouted behind me. “We don’t know what traps—”I didn’t stop. I didn’t even turn.The crypt stood ahead of me, dark stone rising like a jagged scar against the sky. Its iron doors hung half-broken, chains dragging across the floor as the night wind pushed them.“Open,” I whispered, shoving both hands against the cold metal.It creaked open like a dying beast.Lyra caught my arm, holding up her notepad with trembling hands.Are you

LIAMThe news came while I was sharpening a blade I hadn’t used in years.A quiet knock, then the soft creak of the door.One of my spies stepped inside, bowing low, his entire body trembling. “M-my Lord… I bring urgent news.”I didn’t bother looking up. “If it’s not important enough to risk interrupting me, I will peel your skin myself.”“It’s… it’s about the twins, my Lord.”My hand froze mid-stroke.A slow heat rose in my chest—not the pleasant kind. The kind that burned, the kind that promised destruction.“Well?” I asked, still not lifting my head. “Speak.”The spy swallowed so hard I heard it. “Charlotte found them. She brought them back to the palace earlier today.”A sharp crack echoed through the room.I looked down at the blade in my hand.I had snapped it in half.The spy flinched and dropped to his knees immediately. “My Lord—”“Get out,” I said quietly.He practically scrambled out of the room, slamming the door behind him.I finally exhaled, long and slow, letting the fu