All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Darius's POV I was moving before conscious thought, Thomas barely keeping pace as we tore through the compound toward the southern border. The guard's report had been frantic, incomplete, Magnus's forces, attack, casualties. My wolf surged forward, ready for battle, for the war that had been building between us for years.But when we reached the perimeter, there was no battle. No clash of forces, howling wolves, or chaos of combat. Just wreckage. Broken fence posts, churned earth, and three bodies sprawled in positions that looked more arranged than fallen.The scent hit me immediately, Crimson Howlers. Unmistakable, deliberately strong, like someone had made sure we couldn't miss it. But underneath…"Something's wrong here." Thomas crouched near one of the bodies, his nose wrinkling. "This feels staged."I circled the scene, my wolf's instincts screaming that the evidence was too clean, and obvious. "I'm scenting our pack mixed with Crimson Howlers. But not the way it should be afte

Kiera's POV I woke before dawn, my body operating on instinct when sleep refused to come. The bed was soft, after years of makeshift mattresses and garage floors. The room smelled of expensive fabric and Magnus's pack, foreign scents that made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin.Another day closer to becoming his Luna. Another day further from the life I'd built, the people I'd loved, the woman I used to be.My hand moved automatically to my stomach, seeking the connection that had once existed there. The maternal bond that had been tearing me apart was quieter now, numbed by distance and desperation and the kind of grief that eventually transforms into something colder.My baby is somewhere in Darius's territory, held by the man who'd rejected us both. The thought should have brought tears, but I'd run out of those. Now there was only calculation, how many days until the wedding, how soon I could position myself to strike, how quickly I could deliver two alpha heads to the Brok

Darius's POV The hall filled with wolves faster than I'd expected, their voices creating a low rumble of confusion and speculation. My pack, gathering at my command without knowing what was coming. Thomas stood beside me, his expression carrying disapproval he was too loyal to voice aloud."What's this about?" I heard someone mutter from the back. "Another race challenge?""Maybe the Iron Riders are making threats again," another suggested."Could be territory negotiations with the Council..."Their theories washed over me, meaningless noise compared to the fury burning in my chest. I was about to declare war, on the traitors within our own ranks and on Magnus's territory, to break every political treaty and Council mandate that kept the supernatural world from descending into chaos.I opened my mouth to begin when one of my scouts burst through the doors, his face pale with urgency. He pushed past Thomas despite my beta's protests, shoving his phone at me with shaking hands."Alpha,

Kiera’s POV “Kiera!” The voice cut through my stillness like a blade, familiar and wrong in ways that made my blood freeze. I turned from the horror hanging above the gates, my mind still trying to process whether that small hand had actually moved or if grief was creating hallucinations. Tommy. Jack. Razor Eddie. The surviving Steel Vultures, standing at the compound entrance like ghosts come to witness my damnation. Their bikes were parked haphazardly behind them, suggesting they’d arrived in haste, driven by something urgent enough to risk entering enemy territory. Tommy walked toward me, each step measured and deliberate, his face twisted with an emotion I’d never seen directed at me before. Pure, undiluted rage mixed with grief so raw it felt like watching someone bleed out in real-time. Guards moved to intercept, but the Steel Vultures pushed through with the kind of desperate strength that came from having nothing left to lose. Magnus made no move to stop them, his expres

Kiera’s POVConsciousness returned slowly, dragging me up through layers of fog that clung to my thoughts like cobwebs. My body felt heavy, disconnected, like it belonged to someone else. I tried to move and couldn’t, confusion giving way to panic as sensation returned piece by piece.My hands were bound. Rope cutting into my wrists, tied to something solid behind me. My legs similarly restrained, ankles lashed to what felt like chair legs. Something covered my mouth, tape, pressed tight enough to seal my lips completely.I forced my eyes open, blinking against darkness that gradually resolved into shapes. Stone walls, rough-hewn and ancient. Torches casting flickering light that made shadows dance. And stains, dark patches on the walls that could have been anything but my wolf’s senses insisted were blood.A dungeon. I was in an actual dungeon, bound and helpless in a room that reeked of old violence.I struggled instinctively, pulling against restraints that didn’t give even slightl