All Chapters of Blackwood’s Claimed Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

The question hung in the air like poison. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t process what he’d just said. My wolf howled in pain and rage. “What did you just say?” My voice came out small. Broken. “It’s a simple question.” His tone remained flat. Clinical. “Are you certain I’m the father?” Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them back furiously. I would not cry in front of him. Would not give him the satisfaction. “You’re asking me if I’m certain?” “Yes.” He finished buttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. “We had sex once. Five weeks ago. You’ve spent every day since then avoiding me. Pretending I don’t exist. How am I supposed to know what you’ve been doing? Who you’ve been with?” The tears came anyway. Hot and humiliating, streaming down my cheeks. “I’ve been working,” I said, my voice shaking. “Working non-stop to do the job your grandmother hired me for. To protect this pack. To—” “Working.” He cut me off. “Right. In this bui

The figures that emerged from the vehicles were not what I expected.From the first car stepped Grand Matriarch Seraphina, her silver hair gleaming in the evening light, her posture regal despite her age. She wore a deep burgundy dress that spoke of elegance and authority.From the second car came two large wolves in dark suits. Bodyguards. Their eyes scanned the perimeter with professional efficiency before one of them opened the door for Seraphina.No Lucian.Relief and disappointment warred in my chest.My father opened the front door, stepping onto the porch. His posture was protective but not aggressive. An Alpha, showing respect while guarding his territory.“Grand Matriarch Seraphina,” he said, his voice carrying across the yard. “This is unexpected.”“Alpha Sinclair.” She inclined her head respectfully. “I apologize for arriving unannounced. May we speak? It concerns your daughter and matters of great importance to both our packs.”My father’s jaw tightened, but he stepped asi

Lucian took a step forward, then stopped, as if unsure of his reception.“Grandmother,” he said, his voice carefully controlled. “I’d like to show Aurelia to her wing. If she’s comfortable with this.”Seraphina’s gaze sharpened, turning toward her grandson with a look that could cut glass. The warning in her eyes was clear: behave.“Lucian—”“Please,” he said quietly. “I need to speak with her.”I wanted to refuse. Wanted to tell him to stay away, to let Seraphina handle everything, to avoid being alone with him for even a minute.But we couldn’t avoid each other forever. Not if I was living here. Not if we were going to raise a child together, even from separate wings of this massive estate.“It’s fine,” I heard myself say.Seraphina looked at me. “Are you certain?”“Yes.”“Very well.” She turned back to Lucian, her voice dropping to a tone I suspected terrified even Alphas. “You will be respectful. You will be kind. And you will remember she is a guest in this house, under my protec

Staff rushed to Isolde’s side with napkins and fresh water. Gregory patted her back while she continued to cough, her face red, eyes streaming.The rest of the table sat in stunned silence.Genevieve’s hand had frozen halfway to her mouth, soup spoon suspended in mid-air. Lilibel’s eyes were wide, darting between Lucian and me. Benedict looked equally shocked, while Cecilia’s mouth had literally fallen open.“Everyone,” I said carefully, trying to keep my voice steady. “I think Lucian is getting ahead of himself. Please don’t take this seriously.”“I’m not getting ahead of anything.” Lucian’s tone was calm. Matter-of-fact. As if he’d just announced the weather instead of dropping a bomb on his entire family.“Lucian, we talked about this,” I said quietly, heat rising to my cheeks.“We talked. I listened. I disagree.” His amber eyes held mine. “We’re mates, Aurelia.”Seraphina’s expression had shifted from shock to something else. Something that looked dangerously like excitement.“Thi