All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The strange thing about fear was that it never disappeared the moment danger left. It lingered. It hid in quiet moments and whispered when life became peaceful again. For the next few days, things slowly returned to normal, or at least as normal as they could be after everything that had happened. Kane resumed terrorizing the kitchen every morning in search of pancakes while Selena followed him around with whichever toy had become her favorite that week. Their laughter once again filled the house. Their tiny footsteps echoed through hallways. Their endless questions exhausted every adult around them. And somehow, that helped. It was impossible to remain trapped inside fear when two tiny wolves were arguing about whether dinosaurs would have liked cookies.The house slowly began breathing again. The warriors relaxed. Patrols returned to their normal schedules. The tension hanging over the pack eased little by little. But Cassius remained different. Nobody else noticed it. I did. Becaus

The moment the photograph slid onto the desk, dread pooled in my stomach, cold and heavy, the kind that warned of danger before your mind could fully understand it. For several seconds, neither of us moved. The photograph lay between us like a threat. Kane was running through the forest in his wolf form while Selena chased after him with tiny fists full of leaves. Both of them were smiling, laughing, completely unaware that someone had been watching them. The photograph wasn’t old. It wasn’t months old. It wasn’t even weeks old. I recognized the yellow dress Selena wore instantly. Camellia had gifted it to her barely two weeks ago.My fingers immediately started trembling. Cassius noticed. Without taking his eyes off the picture, he reached for my hand and squeezed it hard enough to ground me. But through the mate bond, I could feel everything he was trying to hide—fear, rage, confusion—and somehow that terrified me more because Cassius rarely looked shaken. Slowly, he pulled the fold

I had never hated breakfast before.But that morning, every smile felt forced, every laugh rehearsed, every normal conversation little more than a performance. Kane sat beside Selena at the dining table, proudly explaining an elaborate plan involving tree forts, wolf races, and somehow convincing Jackson to become a pirate. Selena interrupted every few seconds to correct details she insisted he was getting wrong. Camellia listened with amusement while Everett pretended to take their discussion seriously. Across from me, Sienna smiled when the children looked her way and responded when spoken to, but through the mate bond I could feel exactly what she was hiding.Fear.Not for herself.For Kane.The same fear lived inside me.Neither of us allowed the children to see it. No matter what happened, Kane and Selena deserved another normal morning. Another breakfast. Another argument about pancakes. Another day where they remained children instead of becoming targets.By the time breakfast

"Sora has to come back." My very own words stunned me.I had spoken those words hours ago, but they continued to echo inside my head long after they left my mouth. The more I thought about them, the more certain I became. For years, I had accepted Sora's absence because I believed I deserved it. I thought maybe my wolf hated me. Maybe she blamed me for everything that had happened. Maybe she was tired of carrying me through heartbreak after heartbreak. Eventually, I had stopped searching. Stopped hoping. Stopped asking. I learned how to survive without her because survival was the only thing I had ever known. But now things were different. I wasn't fighting for myself anymore. I wasn't trying to heal old wounds or understand old mistakes. I was a mother now. And the moment that letter mentioned Kane, every part of me shifted. Every instinct inside me screamed that my son was standing at the center of something much larger than any of us understood. The vampires knew something about him

"What does that mean?" The question left my mouth before I could stop it. My eyes remained fixed on the old journal lying open on Cassius's desk, those three lines seeming to burn themselves deeper into my memory with every passing second. They didn't feel like a warning. They felt like a prophecy. Jackson looked uncomfortable, and that alone made me nervous. Jackson always had an answer. If he didn't know something, he usually pretended he did until he found out. Seeing him hesitate was never a good sign. When I repeated the question, a knock interrupted us. Before anyone could respond, the door opened and Elder Rowan stepped inside. Cassius and I immediately stood out of respect as the elderly wolf entered the room. Age had bent his shoulders and slowed his movements, but there was nothing weak about him. His eyes remained sharp and alert. After taking a seat, he stared at the journal for several moments, his expression carrying a sadness that made my stomach twist. "You found it fa