All Chapters of Divorced Luna: Carrying The Alpha's King Baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VESPERAs POV The pass was exactly where Kael said it would be—narrow and steep, with rock walls on both sides that forced the road into a bottleneck barely wide enough for two wagons side by side.Perfect.I crouched behind a boulder on the western ridge, watching the caravan approach through the gap. Six wagons, eight guards visible, all of them wearing Julian's colors. They moved slowly, wheels creaking over uneven ground, completely unaware that thirty broken wolves were hidden in the rocks above them.My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat."Steady," Anya whispered beside me. She had her blade drawn, her single eye tracking the caravan's progress with the focus of someone who'd done this kind of thing before. "Don't move too fast. Wait for my signal."I nodded, not trusting my voice.The plan was simple. Anya's group would hit them from the front, drawing the guards' attention and forcing them to defend the lead wagons. Kael's group would come from behind and

VESPERAs POV Roan stood frozen outside his shelter, watching Anya read through his messages, his expression carefully blank.The camp suddenly erupted, their eyes wide anger and red with rage. Of course we had all trusted him. Not once had anybody imagined it would be him. The quiet and obedient wolf. "Traitor!""He got them killed!""Tear him apart!"Wolves started moving toward him, anger overriding sense, ready to rip him to pieces right there."STOP!" I pushed myself up, ignoring the protest from my belly and my tired legs. "Nobody touches him. Not yet."The wolves hesitated, looking between me and Roan, violence barely held in check.I walked toward him slowly. Each step hurt. My body was exhausted from watching people die, from the constant tension, from carrying a baby that was growing too fast and taking too much energy.I stopped in front of Roan and looked at him.He looked back, chin up, defiant despite being surrounded by wolves who wanted him dead.Then he spit at my

VESPERA'S POV I was sitting outside my shelter trying to mend a torn blanket when Anya brought him over. The new wolf. He was young, maybe eighteen, with a limp that suggested an old injury that had healed wrong."I found him at the border," Anya said. "He says his pack kicked him out for being too slow on hunts."The boy's eyes were on the ground, his shoulders hunched like he was waiting to be hit."What's your name?" I asked."Silas.""You want to stay here, Silas?"He looked up then, surprised. "You'd let me? Just like that?""Just like that." I gestured at the camp around us. "We don't care why your pack threw you away. If you want to stay, you stay. If you want to help, even better. But nobody here is going to judge you for whatever got you exiled."His eyes filled with tears. He tried to blink them back but they came anyway."Thank you," he said, his voice breaking. "Thank you."Two days later, three more showed up. A woman with burn scars across her back. An older male wolf w

VESPERAs POV The next day, I spent the morning watching Pip try to teach a younger wolf how to properly hold a blade.He was terrible at it but the younger wolf was worse. They fumbled through the basic stance three times before Anya walked over, sighed deeply, and showed them both how it was supposed to look. Pip's face lit up with understanding and he immediately tried again, this time getting it almost right."Good," Anya said, which was highest praise coming from her. "Now do it a hundred more times."Pip groaned but started repeating the movement anyway. The younger wolf followed his lead.I sat on a rock near the training area and felt something settle in my chest watching them. This. This was what we'd built. Not just a collection of refugees hiding in the Deadlands. Something real. Something that mattered.Petra appeared beside me with water. "You've been sitting out here for two hours.""Yeah.""You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?""Yes... First thing by day light. "Then s

VESPERA'S POV I couldn't sleep.The night before the raid, I lay in my shelter staring at the canvas ceiling and feeling the baby move restlessly inside me. Every kick reminded me that Anya and Kael and thirty other wolves were about to risk their lives because Julian couldn't let go of something that was never his.Around midnight I gave up on sleep entirely and walked to the main fire. I found Pip there, sitting alone and poking at the embers with a stick."You should be asleep," I said."So should you." He didn't look up. "Anya's leaving before dawn.""I know.""She told me to stay here. She said I'm too young for this kind of raid." His voice was bitter in a way that sounded too old for ten. "I'm not too young, Vespera. You know that. I've been training. I can fight.""You can," I agreed, sitting down carefully on a log. "But she's right to keep you here. Someone needs to help protect the camp while she's gone.""That's what she said too." He jabbed the stick harder into the coal