All Chapters of Divorced Luna: Carrying The Alpha's King Baby: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vespera's Pov "I ran that night," I continued. "Didn't plan it. Didn't even prepare. I just ran into the Forbidden Forest with nothing but the clothes on my back. I cut my hair to hide my appearance, covered myself in dirt and ash to mask my scent. I thought if I could just disappear, Julian would forget about me and move on with Lydia.""But he didn't forget," Senna said. Not a question."No. He sent trackers. Elite hunters who could find a mouse in a snowstorm." I looked at the fire, remembering. "I was hiding in an abandoned cabin when Kael found me. Warned me Julian's people were close. Offered to guide me deeper into the wildlands.""And the pregnancy?" Senna's voice was sharp. "When did that happen?"This was the dangerous part. The lie that had to sound like the truth.I dropped my gaze to my hands, letting shame color my voice. "I was in the forest alone for two nights before Kael found me. Vulnerable. Weak. Still learning how to use the wolf that had just awakened inside me

Vespera's Pov "Absolutely not."Kael crossed his arms, his scarred face set in stubborn lines. "You're pregnant. Growing impossibly fast. You need rest, not combat training.""I need to be able to defend myself," I shot back, matching his stance. "What happens when Julian's trackers find this camp? When they come for me? I can't just hide in that hut and hope someone else protects me.""That's exactly what you should do. You're carrying a child—""Which is why I need to be strong." I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "The baby isn't making me weaker, Kael. I feel stronger every day. My body is changing, adapting. I need to understand it. Control it."We stood in the training area—a flat section of ground near the camp's edge where the Broken Wolves practiced. Rough wooden posts served as targets, their surfaces scarred from years of claws and weapons. A few wolves were already there, running through drills with the focused intensity of people who knew survival depended on skill.Kae

Vespera's Pov The scream cut through the evening air like a knife.I was in my hut, resting after the day's training, when I heard it. A child's voice, high and terrified, sobbing for help. The sound of running feet. Adult voices shouting.I pushed through the hide covering before my guards could stop me.The camp was in chaos. Wolves running toward the eastern edge where the hunting parties returned. Someone was calling for the healer. A woman was crying.I followed the commotion, my guards trailing behind, until I reached the crowd gathering near the cook fires.They parted enough for me to see.A boy. Maybe eight years old. Lying on the ground in a spreading pool of blood. His side was torn open—deep gashes that exposed muscle and possibly bone. A hunting accident, I heard someone say. Boar caught him before his father could intervene.The camp healer knelt beside him, her hands already red with his blood. She was an older woman, missing part of one hand, her face grim as she exam

Vespera's Pov The merchant arrived the next afternoon.He was a weathered man who traveled between pack territories, selling goods and trading information. The Broken Wolves tolerated him because he asked no questions and kept their location secret in exchange for fair prices on the furs and herbs they gathered.I was helping sort through a pile of medicinal plants—another skill the healer was teaching me—when word spread that the merchant had news from Eternal Winter.This time, I didn't wait for permission. I walked straight to where he'd set up his temporary stall, ignoring the guards who trailed behind me. They'd stopped trying to keep me confined after I'd healed the boy. Now they just followed, more protection than imprisonment.The merchant was an older human, maybe sixty, with shrewd eyes that had seen too much of the world to be surprised by anything. He was showing Senna a selection of silver blades when I approached."You have news from Eternal Winter," I said. Not a quest

VESPERAS POVI couldn't breathe.The vision had released me minutes ago but I still felt it—Malachi's pain echoing through the bond, his wolf's howl reverberating in my bones. My chest was tight, constricted, like invisible hands were crushing my ribs.*Vespera.* Nyx's voice cut through the panic. *Listen to me. Carefully.*"I'm listening," I gasped, still doubled over on my sleeping mat.*The rejection is killing him.*"I know. I saw—"*No. You don't understand.* Her voice carried a terrible certainty that made my blood run cold. *When a true mate bond is severed, both sides suffer. You've felt it—the emptiness, the ache. But Malachi's wolf was stronger than yours. His bond ran deeper. He's an Alpha King, descended from generations of powerful bloodlines. His connection to you should have been unbreakable.*I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling the hollow space where the bond should be. "Should have been?"*When he rejected you, when he threw you away, he didn't just hurt you. He bro