All Chapters of YOU BELONG TO ME,MY LOST LUNA : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

THE DAWN OF GUARDIANSSerena’s POVThe valley lay quiet beneath the early morning mist. Torchlight flickered along the battlements, echoing in the stone corridors like tiny stars scattered across dark velvet.Lyla stirred beside me, eyes still heavy with sleep. Her small hand rested in mine as I guided her down the spiral stairs from her chamber to the Hall of the Bond.The events of the past days weighed on me, though the valley itself seemed calm, humming with the pulse of wards and wolf-patrols. The stormline had held. Ronan had fallen back, defeated not by sword, but by his own pride and the relentless guardianship of the land.And yet, peace was fragile.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The Council of StormlineKale had already convened the assembly. Ward-mages, scouts, wolf-handlers, and senior watchers gathered, their faces etched with the seriousness of responsibility.“Report,” I said, taking my place beside him. Lyla lingered in the doorway, small yet observant.Azelia stepped forward, her

Wolf King's Shadow Ronan's POV The throne room of the Lycan Empire was silent when I entered, the heavy doors echoing behind me like a warning to anyone who dared stand in my path. The long stretch of obsidian stone reflected the pale morning light pouring through the high, arched windows. Banners of silver and black swayed gently, each showing the crest of my bloodline—the devouring wolf under the crescent moon.My crest. My empire. And soon… my heir.I strode across the polished floor, each step controlled, precise. The guards bowed their heads. Ministers straightened their backs. Advisors pressed palms to chests in salute. As they should. The air thickened with the scent of submission.But beneath that obedience, I smelled it clearly….fear. A fear that had grown the moment Serena disappeared, the moment rumors spread of a child born in the shadows of the palace… a child who vanished with her.A child who carried my blood.My daughter.Lyla.I sat on the throne, the cold metal

The King WhoTrembled Ronan's POV The tent was too quiet, too still.Too small for the storm tearing through my chest.I pushed through the heavy flaps, the guards bowing deeply, but I barely saw them. My steps were heavy, uneven—both pulled and pushed by a hundred different emotions fighting inside me. The moment the entrance fell closed behind me, sealing me alone, the silence struck like a blade.I exhaled slowly… then lost the battle for control.My fist collided with the table, sending the silver goblet flying. It hit the ground with a loud metallic cry, spilling wine across the rug like blood. I didn’t stop. Another blow. Then another. Wood splintered under my knuckles, pain ripping through the skin finally something real, something simple compared to what clawed inside me.I braced both hands against the cracked table, shoulders shaking.Serena.My Serena.My mate. My Luna. My greatest mistake.She had stood in front of me like a storm. I couldn't predict golden, fierce, unto

Collision of ShadowsRonan’s POVThe clearing lay before me like a stage set for a war neither of us had wanted but both had been drawn into. Moonlight spilled across the ground, silver and cold, tracing the edges of trees, revealing every shadow, every fold of terrain, every movement. Serena stood at the far edge, Lyla clinging to her side, and Kale just behind her…calm, imposing, calculating.Every instinct in me screamed, every muscle in my body tightened, every nerve vibrated. I was a predator surrounded by prey….but dangerous prey, not simple targets. Serena had never been simple. Lyla was innocent, but she carried the weight of bloodlines and future empires. And Kale… the man dared to stand between me and what I was owed.I inhaled slowly, centering myself. The wolf beneath my skin shifted, muscles coiled like a spring. Every fiber of my being longed to strike. Yet I held back. I had spent years learning patience. Tonight, patience would be my weapon, sharper than any blade.“Ro

Clash of WolvesRonan’s POVThe clearing was electric with anticipation, shadows twisting and folding in the pale silver of the moonlight. Every tree, every leaf, every breath of wind carried with it the weight of destiny, history, and blood. I could feel it all in my bones: the tension, the fear, the desire. The wolf beneath my skin coiled tighter, muscles rippling, claws itching for release. Tonight, there would be no hesitation. Tonight, nothing would stop me.Lyla pressed herself against my chest, small, trembling, but safe. The child’s trust burned in me like fire, sharpening my senses to a lethal edge. She had recognized me. She knew who I was. And that bond more powerful than any weapon or strategy would guide me through the storm that was about to erupt.Serena’s eyes were locked on mine, dagger raised, body tense, every muscle ready for the first strike. I could see the war inside her: protectiveness, fear, desire, and an acknowledgment of a truth she refused to speak. She kn