All Chapters of His Luna Returned—So I Left With His Baby”: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“The Lunaris signature,” Crowe said, finger pointed like a neat little accusation. “Right there.”The room tilted.Every head that hadn’t already swiveled her way turned now—Lunas with jeweled masks, Alphas with rings that could buy small towns, Tribunal-friendly elders who smelled like old money and older fear.Some nostrils flared, scenting the air around the third-row aisle.They smelled Daire—Alpha, familiar, known.They smelled something older threaded through him now. Silver and Storm.They smelled her.Before any of them could decide what to do with that knowledge, Calista moved.She rose from her front-row throne with the unhurried grace of someone who knew every eye would follow.“Of course you smell Lunaris,” she said, voice carrying, clear. “You’re in the same room as the bloodline that’s been cleaning up this mess for you.”She turned, facing the hall, letting the red silk of her dress flare just enough to look accidental.“I’m Calista Dravenne,” she said. “Formerly of Hou

For one breath, everything froze.Then, the hall inhaled all at once.Gasps rippled outward from the aisle like shockwaves.She heard them even over the blaring alarm, over the hiss of the half‑hearted sprinklers that were already beginning to sputter to a stop.“That’s—” “Is that—” “She’s—” Phones that hadn’t already been confiscated came up, shaky and urgent, their tiny lenses staring.The cameras Crowe had set for his own stage show swung, greedily catching the unscripted angle: Elowen, mask torn away, black dress damp at the shoulders from mist, eyes bright and bare.Not a blur.Not a silhouette.Her.The girl from the evaluation feed. From the leaked vault footage. From the grainy stills of their stream.Real.Raw.Vulnerable.Powerful.Somewhere up in the balcony, a voice rang out, sharp with a mix of awe and old fear.“Look at her arm,” the speaker hissed. “That’s—Lunaris. She’s *Lunaris.*”Elowen didn’t need to follow the pointing finger to know what they meant.She felt

The third safehouse was barely more than a box.Four pocked walls, a single narrow window too high to see out of, a bed that was mostly springs, and a table scarred by other people’s bad nights. The city’s noise came in as a distant, constant growl—sirens, horns, the low whine of drones still combing the sky.Elowen perched on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around herself, shaking.Not shivering from cold. It was deeper. Under the skin. In the bones.Every time the aftershock rolled through her, the silver veins up her forearm flared faintly, pulses of light under the bruised skin. The Lunaris web behind her ribs vibrated like something that had been hit too hard and was still ringing.She pressed one hand—bare, because the glove was somewhere on the floor—against her belly.“Please,” she whispered, breath catching. “Please be okay. I didn’t mean to drag you through that. I didn’t mean—”The words tangled.In the jury-rigged tram tunnel, she’d stopped a hound in its tracks with a s

The mark on the van might as well have been painted on their front door.AR‑EL0‑1.Asset Recovery – Elowen.Daire didn’t waste time swearing.“Rae,” he said. “We’re gone in five. Kieran, pick a direction that isn’t obvious. El—”“I’m moving,” Elowen said, already shoving her arms into her coat.Her entire body hummed with fatigue and lingering silver, but adrenaline slid over it like ice.They packed like people who had done this too often: bags already half‑ready, hard drives and paper logs bundled into satchels, weapons minimal and concealed.“Leave the laptops,” Rae said. “I mirrored everything to clouds they don’t know exist. We just need the sticks and the meat suits.”“Reassuring,” Kieran muttered, grabbing the car keys.The “clean” vehicle wasn’t theirs.It idled two streets over, parked at an angle that screamed “delivery run” and “no one important here.”Kieran had boosted it the night before. On the off chance they’d need something Crowe’s systems didn’t already have a profi

The path didn’t wind so much as choose them.Once the ward pulled back, the glowing lines along the tree trunks formed a corridor—subtle at first, then unmistakable. The silver veining brightened on certain trees, dimmed on others, creating a narrow avenue through the forest that felt less like a trail and more like a vein inside something living.They followed it.Daire stayed at Elowen’s side, one hand hovering near her back, the other free. Kieran and Rae fell in a step behind, every sense straining for the sound of pursuit that never came.The deeper they walked, the quieter the outside world became.No sirens.No distant hum of drones.Just the soft rush of wind through leaves and the faint, steady pulse of the light around them.After what could have been five minutes or fifty, the path widened.They stepped into a clearing that hadn’t existed on any map.It wasn’t grand.No towering citadel. No carved halls.Just a cluster of low stone structures half-grown into the earth—roofs