Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway Luna Rider: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Darius’s POV Back at the territory, chaos continued even after Lucien’s forces had been driven off. Fires still burned in several buildings. Wounded warriors filled the medical wing beyond capacity. The damage from the attack would take weeks to fully assess and repair.Magnus helped restore order, his forces working alongside Blackhowl warriors to secure the territory and search for any remaining threats. His presence lent authority and stability when the pack needed it most.Thomas coordinated medical care, directing healers to the most critically wounded and ensuring supplies were distributed where needed. His skills were invaluable in managing the aftermath.Sarah had been found trying to escape during the chaos. Guards caught her at the border, attempting to flee while everyone was distracted by the battle. She was detained and brought to the holding cells, her house arrest having clearly been insufficient.The Council convened in emergency session, reviewing the evidence Lucien

Darius’s POV The pain hit me like a freight train.One moment I was standing in the clearing with Thomas and Magnus, waiting for news from the cathedral ruins. The next, I was on my knees, clutching my chest as agony ripped through every nerve in my body.It wasn’t my pain.It was hers.“Alpha Kael!” Thomas grabbed my arm, but I barely felt it. The mate bond… that invisible thread connecting me to Kiera… was on fire. White-hot torment flooded through it, so intense I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but experience her suffering.My wolf howled inside me, desperate to reach her. Every instinct screamed at me to run toward the cathedral, to find her, to stop whatever was causing this torture. I tried to stand, and move, but my legs wouldn’t obey.“Let me go,” I gasped, fighting against Thomas’s grip. “She needs me. She’s…”“You can’t,” Magnus said, his voice tight. He was on my other side now, holding me down with Thomas. “The artifact won’t let you interfere. You

Sarah’s POV The pain hit like lightning tearing through my body. I’d felt contractions before with Marcus, knew what labor was supposed to feel like. This wasn’t that. This was violent, wrong, like something inside me was tearing apart with desperate urgency. My legs gave out the moment I burst through the Council chamber doors. I heard my own scream echo off the stone walls, heard the shocked gasps of the pack members witnessing my collapse, but none of it mattered compared to the agony radiating from my belly. “Help me,” I managed to gasp before another contraction slammed through me. This one was worse. I felt something shift inside me, felt warmth gushing down my thighs. When I looked down, I saw blood. The kind of blood that meant death was coming. Strong hands grabbed me before I hit the floor completely. I couldn’t see who… my vision was blurring, tunneling at the edges, but I heard Kiera’s voice cutting through the chaos. “Get a stretcher! Now! Move!” Kiera. The woman

Kiera’s POV The flatline sound cut through everything else.I watched through the window as Sarah’s monitors showed nothing but straight lines, that terrible continuous beep drowning out all other noise. Medical staff swarmed her bed, someone performing chest compressions while Dr. Charles barked orders.Beside me, Darius had gone completely still.But across the room, in the incubator, something moved.The baby.She was tiny… her skin almost translucent under the warming lights. But her chest was rising and falling, shallow and rapid, fighting for air she didn’t quite know how to process yet.She was alive.Dr. Charles worked on Sarah for what felt like forever. Compressions. Medications. Desperate attempts to restart a heart that had given up. The monitors stayed flat for thirty minutes.Then… a blip.Another.The flatline broke into an irregular rhythm. Weak, but present.“We have a pulse,” someone announced. “Barely there, but it’s holding.”Sarah wasn’t dead. Against every odd,

Kiera’s POV Sarah’s words echoed in my head long after the nurses wheeled Margaret’s incubator out of her room.‘She should have died.’I stood in the hallway, frozen, trying to process what I’d just heard. A mother… minutes after waking from surgery that nearly killed her… looking at her newborn daughter and wishing she’d died instead.Not out of grief. Not out of pain or confusion from medication.Out of coldness.Because Margaret alive meant Sarah had lost her final bargaining chip.Darius appeared beside me, his face ashen. He’d heard it too. We stood there in silence, both trying to comprehend the depth of Sarah’s words.“She never wanted her,” I said quietly. “She never wanted Margaret as a daughter. Just as leverage.”“I know.” Darius’s voice was hollow.“And now that the leverage is gone…”“She’s worthless to Sarah. Less than worthless.” He turned to look at me, and I saw something break in his expression. “What kind of person looks at their own child and sees only a failed i