All Chapters of YOU BELONG TO ME,MY LOST LUNA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Between Blood And Loyalty Serena’s POVThe air in the southern courtyard was electric, charged with the tension of inevitability. I could feel it down to my bones: every stone of the castle, every flicker of torchlight, every whisper of wind seemed to tremble in anticipation of the clash that had been silently building for days. Ronan’s shadow was there, stretching long and deliberate across the courtyard, the silver light of dawn catching the sharp angles of his armor. He had arrived, and the air around him carried the quiet confidence of a predator surveying prey.Yet he was not here to attack…not yet. He moved with control, precision, a king who understood intimidation better than violence. His eyes, however, betrayed his intentions. They were sharp, calculating, and fixed on me as if I were the axis around which his world still spun.Beside me, Kale’s hand rested lightly on my shoulder, grounding me. But I could feel the tension coiling in him like a spring ready to snap. Every i

Fractured LoyaltiesSerena’s POVThe morning sun had climbed higher, but it brought no warmth. The courtyard was cold with tension, the air sharp with the scent of iron and anticipation. Every soldier, every guard, every loyal subject of the castle stood at attention, their eyes flicking between the three of us Kale, Ronan, and me as though they could sense the invisible threads of power snapping taut between our wills.Ronan had withdrawn to the edge of the treeline, his Direwolf pacing silently beside him, muscles coiled, eyes unblinking. The aura of his presence remained, heavy, magnetic, predatory, and I could feel its pull even now, from across the courtyard. My pulse quickened, every nerve alert. This was not a moment to falter, not a moment to hesitate.Kale’s hand brushed mine, a grounding touch, steadying my racing heart. “He’s waiting,” he said quietly, voice low enough for only me to hear. “Waiting for the first mistake, the first sign of weakness.”I nodded, exhaling slowl

Flames Of DefianceSerena’s POVThe courtyard had transformed from a place of strategy and calculated tension into a living battlefield, invisible cracks of danger forming in every shadow. The distant rumble of Ronan’s approaching forces pressed against the edges of my consciousness like a hammer, yet I could not allow fear to dictate my movements. I had to remain vigilant for Lyla, for Kale, and for the life I swore to protect.Every instinct screamed at me to move, to act, to defend but I forced myself to remain still. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat a reminder of the stakes. Lyla was small, hidden behind the balcony railing, and I could feel the tiny tremor of her presence like a lightning rod in the tension-filled air. I could not fail her, not now, not ever.Ronan’s Direwolf prowled along the treeline, muscles coiled, eyes glowing like molten gold. It was a warning, a living symbol of the predator lurking behind the calculated calm of its master. And Ronan… he

Shadows Collide Serena’s POVThe courtyard was no longer a mere place of conflict; it had become the eye of a storm. Every stone, every shadow, every heartbeat throbbed with tension. Sparks flew as swords met, soldiers clashed, and the metallic echo of steel rang off the castle walls. Yet amidst the chaos, my focus never wavered. Lyla was safe or at least she had to be. I could feel her presence, small and fragile, like a beacon guiding me through the storm. My resolve hardened with every heartbeat. I will protect her. I will endure. I will survive.Kale was a whirlwind of precision and strength, striking with lethal efficiency, parrying, defending, shielding both Lyla and me with every movement. His presence was a tether, grounding me, giving me the courage to face what was coming. And yet, I knew the real confrontation had not yet begun. Ronan remained at the edge, his shadow stretching across the courtyard, a predator observing his prey. Every flicker of his gaze was calculated, e

Shadows Still Follow the Kingdom That RemainsKale's POVThe battlefield was quiet now.The kind of quiet that isn’t peace… the kind that comes after everything has already been broken.Bodies of Ronan’s soldiers were being carried away by my warriors, lined respectfully in rows, whether they were our kin or our enemies. Every fallen wolf deserved dignity in death, even if they served a king who had long forgotten what dignity meant.The scent of iron, ash, and torn earth still clung to the air.And I stood there, Lyla’s small hand wrapped in mine, her fingers warm and steady even as the world around us felt shaken, unsteady, altered forever.Serena walked beside me, her posture strong but her breathing uneven. She was trying to be composed for Lyla, for me, for herself but after everything Ronan forced her through… after everything he nearly cost us… I could feel the tremor beneath her skin.I squeezed her hand gently.She looked up at me, and for a moment, it was just us.Her. Me.