All Chapters of Queen of Wolves : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aluna’s POVThe moment everything inside me finally settled, it was like something snapped quietly into place within my chest, the pressure that had been building for what felt like hours dissolving into a strange calm I did not trust yet, and before I could even properly inhale and understand what I was feeling, Dalton’s hand was already on me, his grip firm but not rough as he pulled me closer in a way that stole the air from my lungs, and then he kissed me.It was not gentle.It was not hesitant.It was immediate, deep, and so consuming that my thoughts scattered completely, my hands freezing where they were as his lips stayed on mine longer than I expected, like he was not asking for permission but taking a moment that had already been building between us without words, and when he finally pulled back just slightly, his forehead still hovered close enough that I could feel his breath against my skin.“You are impossible,” he said quietly, his voice lower now, almost teasing, and I

Aluna’s POVI woke up suddenly, my breath uneven and my chest rising too fast like I had been running. My fingers tightened against the sheets as I tried to steady myself, my heart still pounding from what I had just experienced. It did not feel like a dream. It felt real. Too real.For a moment, I just sat there, staring into nothing as the memory replayed in my mind. The voice. The presence. The wolf. The way it looked at me like it had always known me. Like it had been waiting.My hand slowly moved to my chest, pressing lightly as if I could still feel it there. Something inside me had changed. I could feel it. Not physically, but deeply. Like something that had always been asleep had finally opened its eyes.“That was not a dream…” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible.The thought alone made my chest tighten again, not out of fear, but out of something I did not fully understand yet.I turned slightly and looked beside me. Dalton was still asleep, his expression calm, hi

Aluna’s POVFor a long moment my guides voice faded into me, I did not move, because everything still felt too alive inside my body, too awake, too real in a way I was not used to carrying, as if the world itself had quietly expanded and I had no choice but to grow with it. The five pillars still stood before me, Earth, Water, Fire, Cryostyx and Healing, each one steady in its own presence, but now they no longer felt like something outside of me, they felt familiar, like they were responding to something I had finally stopped denying within myself. I slowly stepped forward without thinking, my fingers lifting slightly as if I could feel them without touching them, and I realized my body was no longer reacting like before, no longer hesitating or shrinking back, it was simply… responding.“I can feel them differently now,” I said quietly, my voice softer than I expected, not because I was weak but because something in me had quieted enough to notice everything more clearly.Then it

Aluna’s POVMy eyes were still adjusting when the world settled back into itself, the quiet of the room wrapping around me again, but something was different, not outside, not in the space around me, but in me, like something had shifted into place so completely that I could not even recognize the version of myself from before.And then I saw him.Dalton.Too close.His hands were on me, firm, steady, like he had been holding me there for a while, his eyes searching mine with something raw, something unguarded that made my breath catch.Worry.Real worry.I blinked slowly, my brows drawing together as confusion settled in. “What… what is happening?” My voice came out softer than I expected, still adjusting, still grounding myself in reality. “Why are you looking at me like that?”His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to make me aware of it. “You were burning.”I stilled.“What?”“You were actually burning, Aluna,” he said, his voice lower now, controlled, but I

Aluna’s POVThe hours between lunch and evening passed too quickly and not quickly enough at the same time, like time itself could not decide whether to drag me through the waiting or rush me toward something I was not fully ready for, and the closer the sun drifted toward the horizon, the louder my thoughts became, not chaotic, not entirely, but layered, overlapping, pulling me in different directions.I was excited.That part refused to fade. It stayed steady, glowing quietly beneath everything else, because no matter how much fear tried to creep in, one truth remained unchanged. I had a wolf.Me.Not broken. Not empty. Not cursed.Whole.But fear… fear did not disappear either. It settled differently now, not as loud as before, but deeper, whispering about the unknown, about control, about failure.After some time, I found myself alone in Dalton’s room again, the same room that once felt overwhelming now oddly grounding, like its stillness was holding me together while my thoughts