Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue Luna's Revenge : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Brynn Hollis' POVFour weeks passed.The pack settled into a rhythm around me. I learned names. Faces. Who could be trusted and who couldn't. Verda still watched me like a hawk. Rian offered quiet support. Farrah became a friend—sharp-tongued and loyal, the kind of wolf who said what everyone else was thinking.And my belly grew.I'd been hiding it. Loose sweaters. Cardigans. Holding my sling in front of my stomach when I walked through crowded hallways. No one had noticed yet—or if they had, they hadn't said anything.Dax certainly hadn't noticed.He was around more now. Not in a romantic way. He just... appeared. At breakfast. In the courtyard. Walking beside me after council meetings. He didn't touch me. Didn't flirt. But he watched me. Constantly.Like he was waiting for something.Let him wait.I was four months pregnant. The baby was the size of a fist, the healer said. Growing. Kicking—tiny flutters I felt at night when the pack house went quiet.I hadn't told Dax.It wasn't a

Brynn Hollis' POVThe results took three days.Three days of avoiding Dax. Three days of wolves whispering behind my back. Three days of pressing my palm to my belly and reminding myself that whatever the test said, this baby was mine.On the second night, the nightmare came.---I was standing in snow.Not the soft, quiet snow of a winter morning. This was angry snow—wind-driven, sharp, stinging my cheeks. I was wearing a thin jacket. My hands were bare. My fingers were blue.Something was clutched in my right hand.A white plastic stick.Two pink lines.I looked up. The pack house loomed in front of me, windows blazing with warm light. Music thumped from inside. Laughter spilled out like smoke.Go inside, a voice whispered. Tell him. He'll love you now.I didn't want to go inside.But my feet moved anyway. Up the steps. Through the doors. The foyer was packed with wolves, all of them turning to look at me, all of them laughing.To the womb with legs.Sera's voice. Crystal clear. A g

Brynn Hollis' POVI didn't sleep that night.Not because of nightmares. Because of hope. Fragile, terrible hope that I didn't trust.Dax had chosen me over Sera. He'd banned her from pack grounds. He'd said he was tired of letting her decide for him.But words were cheap. Action was expensive. And I'd learned from three years of journal entries that Dax Thorne rarely paid his debts.Around 2 AM, I gave up on sleep. Pulled on my robe. Walked downstairs to the kitchen for warm milk.The pack house was dark and quiet. Most wolves were in their beds. The hallways smelled of old wood and fading perfume—Sera's perfume, lingering from her visit.She's gone now, I told myself. She can't hurt you anymore.But I knew that wasn't true. Sera didn't need to be present to cause damage. She'd already planted seeds. Doubt. Suspicion. The idea that I was faking.All she had to do was wait for them to grow.---The kitchen was empty. I heated milk on the stove, staring at the blue flame, lost in though

Brynn Hollis' POVThe attack came at dusk.I was in the library, reading Dax's mother's book, when the alarms sounded. A long, low howl—border breach. Rogue attack.I dropped the book and ran.The pack house was chaos. Wolves sprinting in every direction. Warriors grabbing weapons. Omegas herding children to the safe rooms. I pressed myself against the wall, trying to stay out of the way.Then I saw them.The wounded.A warrior stumbled through the front doors, blood streaming from a gash in his arm. Another limped behind him, leg bent wrong, face white with pain. More followed. A river of injured wolves flooding the great hall.I looked for Dax. He wasn't there. He was at the border, fighting.I looked for the healer. She was overwhelmed, already working on three wolves at once.No one was triaging. No one was organizing.Someone has to.My feet moved before my brain caught up.---"Clear the center of the hall!" I shouted. "Move the benches against the walls! Lay the wounded on blan

Brynn Hollis' POVThe video changed nothing.That's what I told myself as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying Sera's words in my head. She's been planning this for months. The amnesia? The helpless act? It's all staged.I didn't remember saying those things. But I couldn't prove I hadn't said them.All I had was Dax's word that he believed me.And Dax's word had never been worth much.---Morning came. I dressed slowly, my belly round and heavy now—five months. The baby kicked as I tied my boots. Restless. Like me.I walked downstairs.The pack house was buzzing. News of Sera's midnight visit had spread. Wolves whispered as I passed, their eyes curious, cautious.They know about the video.They're judging.I kept my chin up and walked to Dax's office.---The door was open.Dax sat behind his desk, Rian standing beside him. Across from them, Sera sat in a chair, arms crossed, looking unrepentant."Brynn," Dax said. "Close the door."I did."Sera was just leaving," Dax conti