Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Secret Heir : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The night stretched thin as if the forest itself was waiting. Lyra sat inside the small cabin, her arms wrapped tight around Isla. The little girl finally slept, her breathing soft but uneven. Every sound outside made Lyra’s heart jump. The crack of branches, the call of an owl, even the wind brushing against the roof.She could still feel Damien through the bond, but it was weak. Too weak. Like a fading candle fighting against a storm. She whispered a prayer under her breath, though she knew the moon rarely listened to prayers.When the door creaked open, she nearly screamed. But then she saw him.Damien stood in the doorway, his large frame bent as if every bone in his body was fighting against him. His fur was gone, his skin torn and covered in blood. His golden eyes were dim, glowing faintly like dying embers. He looked like a warrior who had walked through death itself and barely crawled back.“Damien,” Lyra gasped, rushing to him before he collapsed.He tried to speak, but only

The morning came slowly, pale light filtering through the cabin windows. Snow lay heavy outside, soft and untouched, as if the battle of the night before had never happened. But inside, the air was thick with quiet tension.Damien had managed to sleep through the night, though his body still trembled from time to time. Lyra never left his side, watching every breath as if one missed heartbeat would take him from her forever.Isla had not stirred much, curled against her father, her small hand resting on his chest. The faint glow around her had dimmed with dawn, but Lyra had seen enough. She knew her daughter carried something the pack would not understand. Something the world itself might not forgive.The silence broke when the door opened. Two of Damien’s wolves stepped in, their eyes wide with worry. They froze when they saw him alive on the bed, their Alpha pale but breathing. Relief softened their faces, but when they noticed Isla curled against him, their expressions shifted.One

The clearing was still heavy with silence after Isla’s light had faded. Wolves stood frozen, eyes fixed on the child in Lyra’s arms. None spoke, but their expressions said enough—wonder, confusion, and fear all mixed together.Lyra held Isla close to her chest, feeling the small heartbeat against her own. She whispered softly in the girl’s ear, “It is all right, my love. You are safe.” But inside, her own heart shook. She knew what it meant for the pack to see what Isla could do. Power that great never went unnoticed.Damien straightened slowly, his strength fully returned, his eyes shining gold as they scanned the pack. His voice cut through the night like a blade.“You all saw what happened,” he said firmly. “And you will keep it between us. Isla is my daughter and my Luna’s daughter. She is under my protection. Anyone who dares speak against her will answer to me.”The wolves lowered their heads, but Lyra could sense unease moving through them. Power this strange was not easily ign

The morning sun rose pale and weak, its light unable to chase away the heaviness that hung over the camp. Wolves moved through the clearing, speaking in low voices, their eyes darting often toward the Alpha’s den. Though no one dared say it aloud, a silent question passed between them.What had they seen last night?Some called it a blessing. Others feared it was a curse.Inside the den, Lyra woke to the sound of voices outside. She sat up slowly, careful not to wake Isla, who was still curled beside her. The child’s breathing was steady, but even in sleep she clung to her mother’s arm as if afraid of being taken.Lyra brushed a hand over Isla’s hair, her heart aching with pride and fear. Her daughter had saved Damien, yet Lyra could feel the weight of what it meant. Wolves did not forget such displays of power, and power often drew envy, fear, or worse.Damien was already awake, standing near the entrance with his arms crossed. His golden eyes were sharp, scanning every movement outs

The next day began like any other, yet the air felt heavy. The forest seemed quieter, as if even the birds sensed something was wrong. Inside the camp, wolves moved about their duties, but the usual rhythm of life was broken. Conversations stopped when Damien walked past. Heads lowered, but not all in respect. Some avoided his eyes altogether.Lyra felt it too. The glances were sharper now, the whispers harder to ignore. She tried to focus on her daughter, to shield Isla from the rising tension, but children noticed things even when adults thought they did not.“Why do they not smile at me anymore?” Isla asked softly, holding her mother’s hand.Lyra’s heart ached, but she forced a smile. “Sometimes wolves forget to smile when they are worried. It is not your fault, little one.”But her words did nothing to ease the knot in her chest.That evening, Damien called the pack together again. He stood tall in the center of the clearing, his golden eyes sweeping over every face. Lyra stayed a