All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Everything around us began to fade. I never in my wildest dreams thought of this. Never have I ever dreamt of having a moment like this with her. Yes, I had dreamed of her, but only in desperate times but never like this. All of that was just a feeling of wanting to be close with her. But this, this was magical. Purely enchanting and magical.Helping her stand on her feet, I lifted the dress off her and there she was standing in front of me. Her arms went up to cover her breasts but I slowly peeled them away. “Look at me Si. You look perfect.”She gave me a smile that said she didn’t believe me at all, but I bent down to kiss her before any of these insecurities took over her head. She was perfect and she would realise that today.Standing in black panties in front of me, I bent down attacking her neck. I was just a few hairs away from marking her, making her my own. My wolf was on an overdrive with her scent wanting to make her ours. But I knew I could never do that to her. Not like

A part of me felt like I should regret this.After everything I had been through… after all the promises I had made to myself… I had sworn that I would never give myself away like this again. Not so easily. Not so freely. I had built walls carefully, brick by brick, making sure that no one could shake the life I had rebuilt.And yet here I was.Not just shaken.Completely undone.But strangely… I didn’t regret it.Not even a little.Instead, all I felt was gratitude. Gratitude that life has given me this moment. Gratitude that Alessio existed. Gratitude that somewhere between all the pain and rebuilding and survival, I had met a man who could hold me like this without asking for anything in return.It felt divine in a quiet way. Not dramatic, not overwhelming. Just deeply comforting.Being with him wasn’t just about the intimacy we had shared earlier. It was about this… lying here beside him, wrapped in his arms, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His warmth surroun

FLASHBACK CONTINUES Sienna had drifted into a deep sleep. She looked almost lifeless if not for the faint rise and fall of her chest. Faint being the keyword. For a moment, it terrified me.The healer had assured me it was normal. Her body had been through too much — weeks of weakness, months of pregnancy, and the final storm of labour. Sleep was the only way she could recover. Still, I stood there watching her longer than necessary. My eyes moved to the cradle beside her bed.Two tiny babies lay there, a boy and a girl, wrapped in soft blankets. Somehow, even in sleep, their little hands had found each other. Their fingers were loosely curled together as if they instinctively knew they belonged side by side. They slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos their mother had

PRESENTThat induced coma took two months to heal her. Two long months. Eight endless weeks. Sixty dreadful nights.I had agreed to it because the doctor insisted it was the only way to save her and the children. But living through those weeks felt like punishment I had willingly signed up for. Every morning I woke up wondering if she would open her eyes. Every night I went to bed fearing she never would.She lay there the entire time.Still.Breathing.Alive.But silent.Mary and the doctor took care of her constantly. They fed her through tubes, monitored the babies, checked her pulse and temperature

We had just shared our pasts that night. Her story. Mine. Loss had a strange way of bringing people closer. Sitting there in the quiet room, we had spoken about things neither of us had ever said aloud before. Losing my mate and my son. She ran for her life, nearly losing her children before they were even born.Life has been cruel to both of us in different ways. That night changed something between us. Not suddenly. Not dramatically.But quietly. After that conversation, we stopped being strangers sharing the same house. We became something else entirely. Friends, perhaps. Two people who understood the weight the other carried without needing explanations.The days began to settle into a rhythm.Sienna recovered slowl