All Chapters of Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The transition into the Void was not a fall; it was a dissolution. One moment, Lyra was standing on the precipice of the Solaris Chamber, her feet rooted in the blood-stained snow of the Citadel, and the next, the concept of "ground" had ceased to exist.She felt Kaelen’s small, frantic grip on her hand—a singular anchor in a universe of rushing ink. Beside her, the golden light of Silas’s aura was a flickering ember, struggling against the absolute pressure of the darkness. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rushing stopped.Lyra opened her eyes to a world that defied every law of nature she had ever known.They were standing on a vast, translucent plain that looked like frozen smoke. Above them, the sky was a deep, bruised purple, filled with stars that didn't twinkle; they hung like heavy, glowing fruits, casting long, violet shadows across the landscape. In the distance, a city of white marble and black glass rose toward the heavens, its spires twi

The aftermath of the unweaving left Silas in a state of fragile, new existence. He was no longer the physical powerhouse Lyra remembered; his strength was now different, a fluid, silent power that seemed to come from the air itself. He spent his days in the gardens of the Shadow City, learning to move his new body, learning to breathe the ozone-heavy air of the Void.Kaelen was the first to accept him. The boy didn't care about rank or lineage; he only knew that the "big doggie" was now a part of the shadows, just like him. They would sit together in the silver-lilies, Kaelen showing Silas how to make the shadows dance between his fingers.Lyra watched them from the balcony, a cold, heavy knot in her chest slowly beginning to thaw. She had spent three years building a fortress around her heart, but seeing the two most important males in her life finally find a rhythm was a siege she wasn't prepared for.One evening, Silas sought her out. He was standing by

The darkness did not last. It was replaced by a silence so profound it felt like the end of time.Lyra found herself standing on the Great Bridge. The smoke-floor was gone, replaced by a river of liquid starlight. Silas lay on the edge of the river, his obsidian hair fanned out in the water, his chest perfectly still.Isabella Vance was gone, her body turned to ash by the golden feedback of Fenris’s explosion.Kaelen was kneeling beside Silas, his small hands pressed against his father’s chest. The boy wasn't crying; he was focused, his stormy sea eyes glowing with a power that made the starlight-river ripple."Kaelen, no!" Lyra cried, landing beside them. "You’re too young! The feedback will take you too!""He is his father’s son, Lyra," Fenris’s voice said from the shadows.The First Wolf stepped forward, his liquid-gold eyes full of a deep, ancient wisdom. "He is the bridge. He is the only one who can mend the soul that was un

Silas Blackwood had spent three years running from the ghost of the woman he had rejected. Now, as he knelt in the shattered remains of the Blackwood courtyard, he realized that the ghost was the only thing holding the world together.He looked at the scene before him. Lyra was suspended in a cocoon of violet light, her mother’s silver spear glowing within her chest like a second heart. The Silver-Crest Queen was paralyzed, her eyes wide with a terrifying, silver-mirrored shock as Lyra’s aura began to consume her own."Lyra..." Silas whispered, his gold-and-sapphire skin dimming. The effort of the strike had drained him, the unweaving of his soul leaving him with a power that was as volatile as it was immense.He felt Kaelen’s hand on his shoulder. The boy was looking at the Goddess in the sky, his face a mask of absolute, unshakeable defiance."She’s not coming back as she was, Alpha," Kaelen said, the title 'Alpha' sounding like a distant memory

The manifestation of the Moon Goddess was a phenomenon that the werewolf world was not built to survive. As her bone-white feet touched the peaks of the Silver Mountains, the ground didn't just shake; it liquefied. Stone turned to steam, and the ancient pine forests were incinerated by the raw, celestial heat of her presence.Lyra stood at the center of the Blackwood Keep, her sapphire eyes fixed on the goddess. She felt the weight of her heritage—the Silver-Crest blood that had been a curse for a thousand years. She realized that her mother was right; she was the only sacrifice the goddess would accept. But her mother was wrong about the reason.The goddess didn't want Lyra’s death. She wanted her erasure."You are the anomaly, Lyra Thorne," the Goddess’s voice boomed, a sound of pure, vibrating silver that made the very air turn to ice. "You are the shadow that learned how to shine. You are the rogue who dared to build a kingdom in the dark. I created th