All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Chapter 221 - Chapter 227

The next three days passed in a blur of healing, laughter, interrupted sleep, and endless cuddles. My body still protested every movement. Sitting up required effort. Standing was worse. Walking felt as though someone had stitched together muscles that had never belonged together in the first place. Marianne repeatedly reminded me that recovering from surgery demanded patience, something I possessed in embarrassingly small quantities. Every morning she inspected the incision, checked on our son, and gave me permission to walk a little farther than the day before. Every afternoon she caught me trying to do more than I was supposed to. Every evening she scolded both Cassius and me for exhausting ourselves. Somehow, despite all of us being adults, she managed to command the room with frightening efficiency. I eventually stopped arguing. Cassius, on the other hand, nodded solemnly every single time Marianne spoke, only to become even more overprotective once she left.He had quietly becom

Selena climbed onto the bed with surprising care, making sure not to jostle her little brother sleeping peacefully in the crib beside them. She tucked her legs beneath herself before resting her head lightly against my shoulder. For a while neither of us spoke. Outside, I could hear Kane loudly insisting that he and Cassius were perfectly capable of making lunch without burning the kitchen down. Judging by the muffled laughter that followed, I doubted that very much. The silence between Selena and me wasn't uncomfortable. It never had been. My daughter had always been thoughtful before she spoke, weighing every word as though it mattered. She reached for my hand and gently traced the faint lines across my palm. "Mom?" she asked quietly. "Are you happy?" The question caught me off guard. I turned to look at her. "Very happy." She studied my face for another moment before smiling with quiet satisfaction. "Good. Daddy looks happier too. He smiles even when nobody says anything funny." I

Nearly a month had passed since Nicholas came into the world, and for the first time since his birth, I stood before the bedroom mirror wearing something other than comfortable nursing clothes. The long healing process had tested my patience far more than I wanted to admit. My incision had closed well according to Marianne, but every careful step still reminded me that my body had fought one of the hardest battles of my life. I moved slowly while Camilia stood behind me, gently helping me slip into an elegant ivory Luna gown embroidered with delicate silver thread that shimmered like moonlight against fresh snow. The fabric rested comfortably over my healing body without pressing against my scar, and for the first time in weeks, I almost felt like myself again. Selena insisted that no one else was allowed to touch my hair. She stood proudly on a small stool, carefully brushing every strand with the seriousness of someone performing the most important duty in the world. Across the room