บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The house was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of quiet that soothed. It pressed against my ears, settled into my bones, stretched too tightly across my chest until breathing itself felt like effort.I stood near the kitchen hearth long after everyone had finished eating, my palms resting against the wooden counter though there was nothing left to clean. The others had moved into their evening routines—Camelia folding cloth with steady patience, Everett settling with a book he would pretend to read, the children drifting toward their rooms with tired steps—but I stayed where I was, unable to follow the rhythm that had once come naturally to me.Because my mind would not stop circling back to Selena.To the way she watched Kane now.Not with fear. Not exactly. Not even jealousy—not yet. But something quieter, sharper. Something that reminded me too much of the way I used to watch others when I was younger, measuring strength, measuring belonging, wondering silently where I fit in a world

The afternoon had been so ordinary that I did not notice the danger creeping toward us until it was already too late. The sun sat warm against the courtyard stones, and for a brief, fragile stretch of time, everything felt almost normal again—Kane practicing light movements near the boundary stones under Everett’s distant watch, Selena sitting in the shade scratching small patterns into the dust, her quiet humming drifting softly through the air. I had stepped inside for only a moment, telling myself I would return before either of them even noticed my absence. It was such a small decision. Such a harmless one. The kind mothers make every day without fear. But that single moment of turning my back became the one I would replay in my mind again and again, wishing I had stayed where I was.The sound came without warning—sharp, wrong, tearing through the stillness like something breaking open. At first I didn’t understand what I was hearing, but my body d

The forest closed around us slowly, but it did not feel like protection. It felt like distance—distance from the place I had built with my own hands, from the fragile peace I had fought to shape out of fear and exhaustion. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, as if the ground itself resisted letting me move on. I did not look back. Not once. I could feel the house behind us without seeing it, feel the empty courtyard, the worn doorway, the quiet spaces that had once held laughter and healing. Looking back would have broken something in me that was already too fragile to risk shattering further.Selena’s hand clung tightly to mine, her small fingers digging into my palm with a grip that bordered on painful, but I did not loosen her hold. I welcomed it. The pressure grounded me, reminded me that she was still here, still breathing, still alive beside me. Every few steps, her fingers tightened slightly, as if confirming that I had not vanished the way fear whispered I might. Ka

The gates opened before we reached them.Not slowly. Not ceremonially. But with the swift, purposeful movement that followed urgent orders. I saw the guards straighten as we approached, their eyes scanning the group with sharp attention that lingered longest on Kane. Word had traveled ahead faster than we had walked—faster than I had hoped. Nothing moved quietly in pack territory, not when it involved blood, children, and unexpected return. The air shifted as we stepped through the gates, and the moment my boots crossed fully into the courtyard, I felt it—the weight of leadership settling onto my shoulders like armor I had once worn without thought.Now, it felt heavier.Not because the territory had changed.Because I had.Voices lowered around us. Wolves paused mid-task, their gazes turning in quiet recognition. Some stepped aside respectfully, others watched with concern barely hidden beneath discipline. They noticed the tension in Everett’s posture, the tightness in Camelia’s expr

Night settled over the pack slowly, but the quiet that followed did not bring rest. It brought awareness. Every sound felt sharper than usual—the distant shift of patrol boots along outer paths, the murmur of voices lowered into cautious tones, the occasional howl carried from the far edges of territory. Everything moved as it always had, yet beneath the routine, tension threaded itself through every corner like something waiting to be acknowledged.I stood outside the healer’s quarters long after the others had moved inside, my gaze fixed on the outer courtyard where lantern light flickered against stone walls. The scent of fresh herbs lingered in the air, mixed faintly with blood that had not yet fully faded from memory. Kane was safe. Alive. Breathing steadily now under careful watch. That should have brought relief.It didn’t.Because safety arrived too late to erase what had already happened.Too late to quiet the image burned into my mind—the sight of rogues circling him, the so