All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

I closed my eyes, wishing I had an answer that could ease the worry pressing between us. "So do I."Sleep came slowly after that. I wasn't sure when exhaustion finally claimed me. One moment I was listening to Nicholas breathing softly across the room. The next, I found myself standing somewhere that couldn't possibly exist. Endless white surrounded me in every direction. It wasn't snow. It wasn't cloud. It wasn't mist. It was simply... white. Beautiful. Silent. Endless. The air itself seemed to glow, wrapping everything in a strange, peaceful stillness that should have comforted me. Instead, unease settled quietly beneath my skin. Then, somewhere far away, I heard someone crying."Mama!"My heart stopped."Selena!"The cry e

After running a quick check on Selena on the way, I headed downstairs. Kane had finished his breakfast. “Come on buddy. It’s boys helping girls again.” He nodded, sleepiness evident on his face. “Kane, go wash your face and rinse your mouth.” He pouted but nevertheless nodded. I think off late he wanted to prove himself and the kid he was were constantly at war with each other. Smiling to myself silently, I ate my breakfast mindlinking Jackson and Hugo about the duties. Luckily the pack had now begun to run on a well oiled system. It did not require our inputs or presence so frequently. Thankfully we had a good system now. Justice, process, everything ran smoothly.Thanking them, I informed them that we were on leave today. Selena came down while I was finishing my last bite, looking like a cute mess. She walked up to me and cuddled by my side. I lifted her up and sat her down on my lap. Finishing the last bite, I lifted off my seat with my daughter in my arms and walked to put my pla

"What does that even mean? What is in store for her? Are you not tired of putting us in constant misery and fear? What did we ever do wrong to deserve this?" I asked.The questions burst out of me before I could think better of them. Years of fear, grief and helplessness spilled into my voice all at once. I wasn't speaking to my Goddess in anger; I was speaking as a mother who had spent years watching the people she loved suffer. "Every time we finally find a little peace, something tears it away from us again," I continued, my breathing becoming uneven. "I lost Sora. My children have barely begun their lives, yet they're already carrying burdens they don't understand. Selena wakes up screaming every night, Kane pretends to be brave while he's terrified for his sister, and Cassius..." I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. "My mate hasn't truly rested in years because he's always waiting for the next disaster to strike our family."The Moon Goddess listened without interr

By the time we made it downstairs, the house had already found its familiar rhythm. Somewhere in the kitchen, dishes clinked softly. Nicholas had decided that being awake before everyone else was his greatest accomplishment in life, and his happy babbles floated through the hallway. Outside, the first rays of morning painted the gardens in warm gold, making the dew shimmer across the grass.I had barely stepped into the kitchen when two strong arms circled my waist from behind."You disappeared," Cassius murmured against my hair.I laughed quietly. "I went to wash my face.""You were gone for at least three minutes.""How tragic.""It was."I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't stop smiling. "Alpha Cassius, conqueror of territories, defeated by three whole minutes.""I've survived battles with rogues."He rested his chin on my shoulder."I've negotiated with stubborn elders."His grip tightened just a little."But being away from my wife..." He sighed dramatically. "That nearly killed m

The manor felt unusually peaceful the following afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, spilling across the polished wooden floors while a cool breeze wandered in through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of wildflowers from the gardens below. Somewhere outside, Kane and Selena were in the middle of yet another argument about whose turn it was to chase the rabbits that had somehow declared war on our vegetables. Their voices rose and fell between dramatic accusations and uncontrollable laughter, making it impossible not to smile. Nicholas rested comfortably against my shoulder, his tiny fingers tangled stubbornly in one of my curls. He had recently discovered that my hair was the greatest invention in existence and refused to believe it belonged to anyone else. "You have Papa's grip," I murmured, carefully trying to rescue another strand from his determined little fist. "Neither of you lets go once you've decided something belongs to you." Nicholas answered wit