All Chapters of His Luna, His Regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The howl that echoed through the valley did not fade with the night.It lingered.It rolled across mountains, slipped through forests, and slammed into the ancient halls where the Council gathered. And when the elders felt the surge of Moon-bound power ripple through the land, they knew—without doubt—that something irreversible had happened.A Sovereign Bond.Forbidden.Uncontrolled.Unforgivable.--In the valley, dawn broke under a sky bruised with storm clouds. Lunaria stood at the river’s edge, staring at her reflection in the water. The lunar mark beneath her collarbone pulsed softly, no longer burning, but alive—responding to her heartbeat, her breath, her will.Her wolf stood tall within her.You are changed.“Yes,” Lunaria whispered. “And so is everything else.”Kael approached from behind, his presence warm and steady. Since the marking, their bond had deepened beyond instinct. She felt him before she heard him. His strength steadied her emotions; her calm sharpened his insti

The valley smelled of blood, earth, and rain. Morning light filtered through broken branches and scorched grass, revealing the cost of victory. Wolves moved quietly among the wounded, carrying water, binding injuries, offering comfort. No one celebrated. They understood what had been won—and what it had cost.Lunaria stood at the center of the valley, her silver glow muted now, her strength coiled inward like a resting storm. The mark at her chest pulsed slowly, no longer blazing, but deeply rooted.Her wolf spoke softly.You survived. They followed.She closed her eyes briefly. “They chose.”Kael approached, his movements slower than usual, exhaustion evident in the lines of his face. He bore fresh wounds, already healing, but his eyes were clear—anchored, unwavering.“You should rest,” he said.“So should you,” she replied, a faint smile touching her lips.He stood beside her, gazing out over the valley. “The Council will not forgive this. Vorrek’s defeat will fracture them, but it

The first light of dawn was pale, hesitant, and trembled against the horizon like a warning. Lunaria stood atop the ridge, silver eyes scanning the east. The valley below was quiet now, deceptively calm after the long night. Wolves padded softly through the mist, ears twitching at every distant sound. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin. They’re coming. Kael joined her silently, hand brushing hers. Golden eyes fixed on the horizon. “How many?” “I can feel them,” she said quietly. “Not numbers… presence. Power. Hatred.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “Ashbound?” She nodded. “Exiled centuries ago. They survived, grew stronger in secret. They do not forgive. They do not forget. And they believe the Moon is mine to wield.” Kael’s wolf growled low. And you are theirs to challenge. “Then we meet them,” Lunaria whispered. “Together.” --- By mid-morning, shadows moved through the eastern ridges. The Ashbound emerged from the mist, silent, disciplined, and terrifying. Their forms were twisted

The valley had quieted, but only on the surface. Beneath the soil, in the whispers of the trees and the tremor of the earth, tension lingered like a coiled serpent. The Ashbound had retreated, but Lunaria could feel the aftershocks of their power. Every wolf in the valley sensed it—this was only the beginning. Kael stood beside her, shoulders squared, jaw tight. “They were strong,” he admitted quietly. “And organized. Someone trained them, guided them… maybe even watched this valley before we knew it.” Lunaria’s silver eyes narrowed. “Not someone. Many. The Council.” Kael’s wolf growled beneath the surface of his skin, alert. Always watching. Always scheming. “Yes,” she said softly. “They couldn’t forgive the Ashbound’s defiance. Or mine. They will retaliate.” --- By mid-morning, scouts returned, exhausted but alive. Their news chilled even the hardiest hearts in the valley. “Alpha,” Nyra began, voice shaking with a mix of urgency and fear, “we’ve spotted Council movements. Th

The valley had quieted, but only on the surface. The battle had ended—or at least, the first wave of it—but the cost was clear. Wolves nursed wounds, some still bleeding, others shaken by the sheer force of the Council’s assault. Smoke rose from scorch marks across the forest floor, and broken branches littered the ridges where the first clash had erupted. Lunaria stood atop the central ridge, the silver mark beneath her collarbone pulsing faintly in rhythm with her heartbeat. Kael was beside her, shoulders broad, golden eyes sweeping over the valley with an intensity that mirrored her own. “They underestimated us,” Kael said, voice low, almost a growl. “And now they’re regrouping. The Council won’t strike with open force again. They’ll send assassins, traitors, spies… wolves who walk among us pretending to be allies.” Lunaria nodded slowly, her silver eyes narrowing. “They’ve already done that once,” she said softly. “They underestimated the bond between Alpha and Luna. They unde