All Chapters of YOU BELONG TO ME,MY LOST LUNA : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Let The Monster Rise Kale's POV The clearing had grown unnaturally quiet. Even the wind seemed to pause, holding its breath, as if waiting to see who would falter first. Ronan stood across from me, Lyla cradled against his chest, her small fingers gripping at his tunic as if tethered to both worlds. Serena hovered behind me, her presence a balm and an anchor all at once. I could feel her heartbeat in the air, a warning, a plea, and a steadying force for me all at the same time.The wolf inside me coiled tight. A predator senses an imbalance, and I could feel it radiating from Ronan like a heat that stung my skin. He believed he held all the power. His daughter in his arms. My family is behind me. And yet, he misjudged one vital truth: I would not bend. I would not yield. And tonight, my restraint will end.I inhaled slowly, letting the air fill my lungs and calm the roiling storm beneath my skin. My voice, low and deliberate, broke the silence. “Ronan, listen to me. This ends tonigh

The Calm Before The Broken Crown Kale's POV The forest around us felt different after Ronan vanished—emptier, yet tense, as though the trees themselves were bracing for the aftershocks of what had happened. The air still buzzed faintly with the remnants of our clash, that raw collision of power and pride, but beneath that… It was quiet. A dangerous, deceptive quiet that settled into my bones like smoke.Lyla clung to me, tiny heart beating so fast against my chest that it made mine ache in response. Serena stood only a few steps away, but the distance between us felt wider than the clearing itself. Her eyes were fixed on me…not with fear, but with a kind of fragile uncertainty I had never seen in her before. A question she didn’t know how to voice hung in the air between us.I exhaled slowly, steadying myself, anchoring every loose thread of emotion that threatened to fracture inside me. “We’re going home,” I said gently.Serena nodded, but she didn’t move immediately. She watched

Will Not FleeKale’s PovA king always knows when the sky is lying.The clouds that morning were too peaceful…thin, silver wisps stretching lazily across a pale-blue horizon. But beneath that softness, beneath the illusion of calm, the air trembled with tension so sharp it felt like the world itself was holding its breath.The storm wasn’t in the clouds.The storm was in me.And Ronan was pulling on the winds like a puppeteer.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I stood on the balcony overlooking the eastern valley, where the mountain ranges split like open jaws. My kingdom stretched beyond, draped in the early light…quiet villages, winding rivers, farmlands greening under spring, all of it humming with the fragile normalcy of a world unaware of how close the enemy was.A knock at my back broke through my thoughts.“My king?” a guard said. “Commander Riven has returned.”I didn’t turn. “Bring him.”Footsteps approached, carrying the weight of urgency. Riven’s shadow fell beside mine on the marble floor, r

When The Crown Trembled, So Does the HeartSerena’s POVThe courtyard below was a storm frozen mid-thunder. Thousands of Lycans stood poised with their king at the front, the morning sun catching on their armor like fire dancing over steel. The air vibrated with the deep hum of restrained violence, and yet….despite all of it…I felt Ronan’s gaze more than the presence of his army.His eyes locked on me as if the world had narrowed to a single point.A single truth.A single claim he refused to release.Beside me, Kale stiffened, his shoulders squared, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear the faint grind of his teeth. The tension radiating from him was enough to suffocate the space between us. The guards hovered, unsure whether to prepare for battle or brace for the command that would ignite it.I stood between two kings….one made of frost and desperation, the other of fire and impossible longing….and for the first time in my life, I felt the weight of kingdoms press against my ribs.

The Calm Before The Clash Serena’s POVThe castle breathed differently that morning. Even the stones seemed alive, vibrating with a tension no one could ignore. Outside, the early sun touched the tips of the towers, but the light felt cold, harsh, almost accusing, as if the walls themselves knew the war that was coming. The quiet was oppressive…not peaceful, but waiting. Watching. Like a predator poised to strike.I stood on the balcony overlooking the southern plains, the same place I had first glimpsed Ronan’s army days ago. The memory still burned through me: thousands of Lycans, eyes gleaming silver, their king at the front atop that massive Direwolf, moving with perfect control. I had never seen such coordinated power in my life. And yet, there had been that moment, that single, terrifying instant, when he had looked at me…not as an enemy, not as a conqueror…but as someone who belonged to him.Not my body. Not my loyalty. Me.That thought tightened my chest. Lyla had been asleep