All Chapters of Scarred Under Moonlight: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning after the coronation dawned with soft gold spilling through the tall arched windows of the royal chamber. The echoes of celebration still lingered faintly in the palace halls, but within the heart of the Alpha King’s quarters, peace reigned fragile, serene, and deeply intimate.Aria stirred first. Her eyelids fluttered open to find Sebastian beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist, his breath steady and calm. For a long, tender moment, she simply watched him, the man who had been her strength through storm and flame, now her king, her mate, the father of her unborn heirs.The bond between them pulsed softly, a steady hum of warmth and belonging. She smiled faintly and brushed her fingers along his jawline, tracing the faint stubble there. His eyes opened almost immediately, golden and alert; a king, even in rest, was never truly unguarded.“Good morning, my heart,” Sebastian murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep.“Good morning, my king,” Aria teased g

Sunlight spilled through the tall palace windows like a benediction, scattering warmth and gold across the nursery. The hush that settled there was not the hush of fear but of careful worship: a family encircled by the fragile miracle of new life. Three small chests rose and fell in unison, and each breath felt like the quiet stitch mending a kingdom’s wounds.Aria lay propped on pillows, her hair still rumpled from the night’s labor, cheeks flushed with fatigue and a gentle triumph. The lines of exhaustion around her eyes softened whenever she looked down at them, her small and perfect children wrapped in moon-pale swaddles. Sebastian sat at her side, one hand warm over hers, the other curled protectively around a tiny fist that had already curled around a fingertip. He kept stealing looks at them and then at her, as if the sight of both at once could still surprise him.“They are… ours,” he breathed once, voice thick. The words trembled with something equal parts awe and reverence

Lyanna’s glowing eyes lingered in the darkness like twin moons, silver and haunting. The soft light they cast reflected off the carved walls of the nursery, wrapping the room in a fragile, ethereal glow.For a heartbeat, neither Aria nor Sebastian moved. The world had still the only sound was the faint tremble of Aria’s breath as she held their daughter close.Sebastian’s wolf pressed against his skin, restless, sensing danger yet uncertain of where it came from. He approached slowly, eyes narrowed, scanning Lyanna’s small face. Her glow wasn’t painful or cold, it was soft, like moonlight given life. But it was unnatural.“Aria,” Sebastian murmured, his voice low and firm, “put her down for a moment.”Aria shook her head instantly, tightening her hold. “No. She’s scared, Sebastian. Can’t you feel it?”Indeed, the child trembled in her arms, her tiny fingers gripping Aria’s robe as if the world beyond her mother’s warmth was too much to bear. Aria’s maternal instinct flared fiercely.

The storm raged long into the night, clawing at the palace walls with an anger that felt almost sentient. Thunder rolled across the heavens like an ancient drumbeat, and lightning split the sky in sharp, merciless flashes. Within the royal chambers, Aria held Lyanna close to her chest, rocking her gently while whispering words of comfort neither of them truly believed.Sebastian stood by the balcony doors, the wind tearing at the curtains behind him. His wolf’s instincts screamed in warning something had awakened in the forest beyond, something that was neither alive nor dead, but watching.Every crack of thunder felt like a growl from an unseen throat. Every flicker of lightning seemed to shape itself into eyes among the clouds.“Sebastian,” Aria murmured, her voice trembling, “she said the name again.”He turned sharply, his gaze dark and stormy. “When?”“Just now. She whispered it in her sleep. ‘Erevos.’”The name carried weight it twisted through the air like smoke, old and veno

The morning sun crept gently into the royal nursery, spilling gold across the soft white curtains. The air carried a peace that felt almost fragile, as if the world had decided just for this moment to breathe.Lyanna stirred in her cradle, the faintest smile curling her lips. Her tiny hand reached for the sunlight, her silver aura gone, replaced by the simple, pure warmth of life. No glowing eyes, no flicker of divine energy pulsing beneath her skin. Just the quiet rhythm of a child’s heart.Aria watched her daughter with a mixture of awe and relief. For the first time in weeks, Lyanna seemed… normal. The bursts of light that once surrounded her had faded. She slept soundly through the night, cooed when awake, and clung to Aria’s finger with a grip that reminded her of life’s simplest blessings.Sebastian stood by the window, his expression thoughtful but calm. “She looks so peaceful,” he said softly.Aria nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s like whatever power was