All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I would remember that night for the rest of my life. Not because it had been painful, though it was. Not because it had terrified me, though there had been moments when I thought my heart might stop from fear. I would remember it because it was the night my daughter became a wolf. The room had grown strangely quiet after the worst of the pain passed. Selena still trembled occasionally in Cassius's arms, her small body exhausted from hours of fighting something she couldn't understand. Sweat dampened her curls, tears still clung to her lashes, and every so often she would blink as though trying to adjust to something new inside herself. Yet despite her exhaustion, there was a spark in her eyes that hadn't been there before. Something alive. Something awake. Mia. I could feel her now through Selena, just as clearly as I could feel Caesar through Kane. The little wolf's presence was soft and uncertain, peeking cautiously through Selena's emotions like a

184. SIENNAThe moment Elder Rowan suggested contacting the vampires, every trace of warmth drained from my body. For several seconds, I genuinely thought I had misheard him. The council chamber blurred around me as his words echoed through my mind. Speak to them. Speak to the same people who had secretly watched my son. Speak to the same kingdom that somehow knew things about Kane that even his parents didn't understand. Speak to the monsters who had sent a letter requesting my child as though he were some ancient artifact rather than a little boy who still forgot where he left his shoes. My fingers tightened around the armrest of my chair as panic rose inside me. Across the table, Cassius had gone completely still. Dangerously still. The kind of stillness that made warriors nervous. Through the mate bond I felt the fury rolling off him in controlled waves. Fear. Protectiveness. Anger. The exact same emotions tearing through me. Because this wasn't about politics anymore. It wasn't a

The silence that followed Damien's apology stretched across the room like a living thing. Nobody rushed to fill it. Nobody offered forgiveness or reassurance. Trust wasn't built that easily. Not after mysterious letters, secret surveillance, and months of fear surrounding our son. Damien seemed to understand that. He sat calmly at the long wooden table inside the rogue house, relaxed but alert, while the woman beside him rested a protective hand over her swollen stomach. For the first time since entering the room, some of the hardness left his expression. "My wife," he said quietly. The woman offered a small smile. "Sophie." The smile never reached her eyes. Something about that bothered me immediately. Not because she looked dangerous. Because she looked exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that settled deep inside a person and refused to leave. I felt Sienna notice it too through the bond. Concern. Suspicion. Empathy. All tangled together. Sophie's hand moved slowly across her stomach

"What does that mean?"The question burst out before anyone else could speak. I was on my feet again, my chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. The rogue house suddenly felt suffocating. Too small. Too crowded. Too hot. Every instinct inside me screamed to leave, to take Cassius, take my children, and put as much distance between us and this conversation as possible. Yet I remained exactly where I was. Because Kane was involved. Because my family was involved. Because for the first time in months, someone was finally giving us answers. "What does that mean?" I repeated, my voice trembling with frustration rather than fear. "How is Kane connected to this curse?" Damien exchanged a glance with Sophie, and irritation immediately flared inside me. I was becoming very tired of people looking at each other before answering questions about my son. Finally, Damien sighed. "The curse did not begin with us. It began nearly four hundred years ago, long before I was born." My brows furro

The moment Damien made the request, every instinct inside me sharpened."All we are asking now is to meet him once."For a second, I thought I had misheard him. After everything we had discussed, after curses, spirits, prophecies, and bridges between worlds, he wanted to meet Kane. Not take him. Not question him. Not study him. Just meet him. Somehow, that frightened me more than any demand could have. Reasonable requests were dangerous. They slipped through defenses and made you question whether you were being unfair. Whether you were overreacting. Whether your fear was clouding your judgment. I hated reasonable requests.Beside me, Sienna had gone completely silent. Through the mate bond, I felt every emotion warring inside her. Fear. Confusion. Protectiveness. The fierce instinct of a mother being asked to allow