All Chapters of The Luna's Secret Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The morning came gray and cold, the forest heavy with silence after the night’s attack. Smoke rose from fires in the clearing where the wounded were treated. Some wolves limped, others bore scars that would not heal quickly. The pack had survived, but the air was thick with unease. Everyone knew Seraphine would not stop.Damien stood tall near the great stone circle, the place where his ancestors had gathered their wolves for centuries. His golden eyes swept over the pack as they arrived, one by one, filling the clearing with bodies and voices. His beta, Kael, stayed close at his side, his arm bandaged but his stance strong.Lyra stood in the shadows of the cabin door, holding Isla close. She had not wanted to be part of this meeting, but Damien insisted she listen. Her heart pounded with fear. If Damien spoke the truth, everything she had protected would be laid bare.Damien raised his hand, and the voices fell into silence. His voice was steady, powerful, carrying across the clearin

The night after Damien revealed Isla as his heir, the pack sat around the great fire in the center of the camp. The flames burned high, but the air felt colder than usual. Wolves who normally laughed and shared stories sat in stiff silence. Eyes shifted, whispers spread, and every sound carried unease.Lyra sat near the edge of the gathering, Isla tucked against her chest. The little girl slept deeply, her face calm, but Lyra felt the weight of every stare. Mothers clutched their children tighter, warriors glanced at each other, and even the elders spoke in hushed tones.Damien stood at the head of the fire, tall and steady, his presence strong as always. Yet even he could feel the change. The pack that once moved like one body was breaking into smaller shadows.One warrior, Maren, broke the silence. His voice was low but sharp.“Alpha,” he said, bowing slightly, though his eyes did not lower. “We trust your strength. But are we supposed to believe a child with eyes that glow silver i

The ruined castle was colder than the forests outside, its stones holding centuries of death and silence. In the grand hall, shadows danced like living things as black flames flickered along the cracked walls. Seraphine sat upon a broken throne, her long dark gown spilling like smoke around her. Her red eyes glowed as if burning from within.The air shifted as one of her spies crawled forward, his body half hidden by a cloak. He knelt low, his voice trembling as he spoke.“My lady… I bring news. Damien stood before his pack tonight. He swore that no one would ever take the child from him. He said he would fight with blood and fire if he must.”Seraphine’s lips curved into a slow smile, sharp and cold. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Blood and fire,” she repeated softly, as if savoring the words. “How like him to roar like a lion before his cage shatters beneath him.”The spy dared to glance up. “The pack whispers, my lady. Many doubt the girl. They fear her. Some sp

The circle of wolves closed tighter around the training ground. No one spoke, no one dared move. The only sound was the crunch of dry earth under Maren’s boots and the low growl that rumbled in Damien’s chest.Lyra held Isla close, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She wanted to scream, to stop this madness, but she knew the law. A challenge once given had only two endings—submission or blood.Damien’s eyes glowed gold as he stepped forward. His voice was steady, but rage burned beneath it. “You wanted this, Maren. Do not think for a moment that I will hold back.”Maren bared his teeth. “Good. I would not want mercy.”In an instant, Maren lunged. His claws slashed through the air, fast and sharp. Damien caught his arm, twisting it, and the crack of bone echoed in the circle. Gasps broke out among the wolves.But Maren did not fall. With a snarl, he swung his other fist, striking Damien across the jaw. The Alpha’s head snapped to the side, but his body stood str

The cabin was too quiet. Too heavy. The fire snapped in the hearth, but even its warmth did not chase away the chill that hung in the air. Outside, the forest was restless, the cries of distant wolves echoing through the dark.Lyra sat by the window, holding Isla close as if her arms alone could shield her from the world. The little girl was finally asleep, her silver lashes resting against her cheeks, her chest rising and falling in soft rhythm. Lyra brushed a strand of hair from her daughter’s face, her heart aching.Tomorrow, everything could change.Damien stood at the table, his shoulders broad and stiff, his hands pressed against the wood as if he could crush it in his grip. He had not spoken for a long time, but the weight of his silence was louder than words. Finally, his voice broke the stillness.“They want to test her.” His tone was sharp, dangerous. “They want to put her in front of the council like she is some beast in a cage.”Lyra’s heart clenched. “And if they do not s