Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

By the time I reached the house, the weight in my chest had settled into something dull and heavy.The door was half open. I could hear Kane’s laughter from inside, loud and unrestrained, followed by Selena’s squeal of laughter after something fell down. I walked in and found them playing with wooden blocks I had gotten for their fourth birthday. I found Austin reading something as he kept a watchful eye on them. I stepped inside and closed the door gently behind me.“Mom!” Kane spotted me first. He ran across the room and threw himself at me with full force. I caught him easily, pressing a kiss into his hair.Selena followed him, running and crashing into my leg. “Mommy play?” she asked.“Yes,” I answered. “Come.”Both of them cheered and pulled me into the room. Sitting on the floor beside them, I picked up pieces and began assembling them. “What are we building?” I asked.“Fort,” Kane announced proudly. “But it keeps falling.”“Yes, we made three, but everything fell.” Selena rep

Just when I thought I had finally made peace with my future, Cassius stood at my doorway. For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. That the universe had decided I hadn’t suffered enough and wanted to test how steady I truly was.But no. He was real. Leaning against the side of my entrance like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t once publicly humiliated me. Like he hadn’t let me cross a river alone, pregnant and terrified.“What do you want?” I asked flatly.I was already dressed for the council meeting. Documents in hand. I did not have the patience for this. Not today.He straightened when I spoke, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar way he used to whenever he was unsure.“I wanted to talk,” he said quietly.“We can’t. I have work,” I replied, stepping past him and pulling the door shut behind me. I locked it deliberately, the sound of the click sharp between us.He followed immediately. “Then can we meet after work?” he asked, keeping pace with me down the

I stared at the well-built wolf in front of me.He stood with the easy authority of someone who did not need to announce his rank. Broad shoulders. Controlled stance. Calm eyes that are measured before reacting. If I knew right, he was an Alpha.“Who are you?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.Seeing him beside Kane and Selena stirred something ugly and unfamiliar in my chest. Not anger. Not exactly jealousy.Displacement.“He’s Alessio. He’s an Alpha.” The little boy answered before the man did. My son.The word echoed violently inside me. I shifted my gaze to him. Kane stood slightly in front of Alessio, chin lifted, small arms c

This morning I woke up with a renewed energy. I refused to let anything dampen my mood. Yesterday I had seen my children. I had spoken to Sienna without her walking away. That alone was more than I had allowed myself to hope for.Today, I wanted to do something for her.Something real.I wanted to cook.Cook for her. Cook for my kids. I have cooked occasionally, with Sienna when she would find herself in the kitchen of the packhouse.In the guest quarters we had been allotted, I opened the small refrigerator and began pulling out whatever I needed. Milk. Butter. Cheese blocks. Pasta. Chicken. Eggs. Flour. Spices. I laid everything neatly across the counter and stared at it like it was a battlefield.

Cassius was at the door exactly on time. Not a minute early. Not a minute late.When I opened it, he stood there with that careful composure he had been wearing lately — restrained, almost deliberate in every movement. In one hand he held a bottle of wine. In the other, a small pack of fresh juice boxes.“For you,” he said quietly, lifting the wine slightly. “And for them.”The gesture was simple and thoughtful. But it was also disarming.For a second, I hesitated.Letting him into my house felt different from meeting him in parks and neutral spaces. Inside these walls were bedtime stories, scraped knees, tantrums, laughter. Inside were memories that did not include him. And I had promised myself I would protect that space. Protect it for myself and my kids. “We can sit in the backyard. That way we can grab anything we want. That way.” I led him to the backyard. A flicker of hurt crossed his face before he masked it.“Of course,” he said softly. I swallowed. He did not argue or push.