All Chapters of Divorced Luna: Carrying The Alpha's King Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vespera's Pov Three days in the cabin felt like three years. The first day, I'd slept mostly—my body demanding rest after everything it had endured. The second day, I'd forced myself to hunt, managing to bring down another rabbit and a squirrel. The kills came easier now, more natural. Nyx guided my instincts, teaching me to read the forest like a language I'd always known but never spoken. By the third day, paranoia had set in completely. Every snapping twig made me freeze. Every bird call could be a signal. Every shift in the wind brought the phantom scent of pursuit. I circled the cabin constantly, checking and rechecking the perimeter, looking for signs that someone had found me. My hands shook when I tried to eat. Sleep came in fits and starts, never more than an hour at a time. *You need to rest properly,* Nyx said, her voice edged with concern. *The stress isn't good for the pup.* "I'll rest when we're safe," I muttered, pacing the cabin's interior for what must hav

Vespera's Pov We waited until dusk to leave. Kael disappeared into the forest to scout the route while I forced myself to eat the venison he'd brought. My hands shook so badly I could barely tear the meat, but I made myself consume every bite. Whatever came next, I'd need strength. *The pup needs it too,* Nyx reminded me gently. Right. The baby. I kept forgetting, then remembering with a jolt that rearranged my entire reality. I was pregnant. With the Alpha King's child. Running from a husband who thought the baby was his. Hiding from a mate who'd rejected us both. The absurdity of it would have been funny if it wasn't so terrifying. Kael returned as the last light bled from the sky. "They've made camp three miles northeast. Two are sleeping, one on watch. We go west, then south. There's a river we'll need to cross, but after that we'll be in territory they won't know." I nodded, not trusting my voice. We left the cabin behind without looking back. Kael moved through the fore

Vespera's Pov The word "jump" didn't do it justice.I didn't gracefully dive or carefully position my body. I simply turned and threw myself backward off the cliff in a desperate, graceless lunge away from death at Julian's hands and toward whatever the river offered.For one perfect heartbeat, there was nothing but air.Weightlessness. Silence. The peculiar floating sensation of free fall. My hair whipped upward. My stomach lurched into my throat. The sky and earth switched places in a dizzying blur.Then gravity pulled me Dien before I could even suck in large air.The wind screamed past my ears, tearing the breath from my lungs. The river rushed up impossibly fast—white and churning and merciless. I had just enough time to realize this was going to hurt before I hit the water.The impact drove every thought from my mind.Cold swallowed me whole, so sudden and complete it felt like being hit by a wall. The shock of it seized my lungs, forcing out what little air I'd managed to hold

Vespera's Pov I woke up with rough rope biting into my wrists and ankles.The pain registered first—sharp and immediate where the fibers dug into my skin. Then came the cold, seeping up from the stone beneath me. My body ached in ways I didn't know were possible. Every breath felt like knives in my ribs. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent agony that made it hard to think.I forced my eyes open.Rocky ceiling overhead, uneven and dark. Crude shelters made of scavenged wood and animal hides clustered around me. Firelight flickered across rough stone walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look surreal. The air smelled of smoke and unwashed bodies and something else—the sharp, metallic scent of old blood and older wounds.I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. My damaged ribs screamed protest and I fell back with a gasp that turned into a cough. Water came up, burning my throat. River water. Still in my lungs after everything.*Easy,* Nyx whispered weakly. *We

Vespera's Pov She walked toward me, that pronounced limp making each step deliberate. When she reached where I lay, she crouched down with visible effort, bringing her face level with mine."I'm going to question her," Senna announced to the gathered wolves, though her eyes never left my face. "Find out who she is. What she's running from. Why Julian wants her badly enough to send his three best hunters into territory he usually avoids. I'm going to get the truth—all of it—and then we'll have enough information to make a real decision."She leaned closer, her voice dropping to something almost conversational. But there was steel underneath the casual tone."And depending on what she tells me," Senna continued, "I'll decide if she lives long enough to see tomorrow's sunrise. Or if we drag her body to the river and let Julian's trackers find what's left."Her eyes bored into mine—hard, cold, utterly serious."So, runaway Luna," she said quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. "You ge