All Chapters of Rebirth of the Lunar Alpha's Queen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Daisy’s POVThe sweet smell of yeast and warm sugar was already drifting down the hallway before I even reached the kitchen door.I stood outside for a moment, listening to the loud clatter of pans and the stressed voices of the women inside. They sounded completely overwhelmed, and I knew this was my chance to make a real effort.I pushed the door open and walked in, trying to look as helpful and unthreatening as possible.The large table in the center of the room was covered in massive piles of flour, giant metal bowls, and dozens of unbaked loaves. Clara, the head cook who had turned me away earlier, was frantically wiping sweat from her forehead while trying to roll out a huge piece of dough.Two other younger women were rushing around the ovens, their faces flushed from the heat."I told you before, Miss Daisy, we really don't have time to host guests right now," Clara said, her voice tight as she struggled to knead the massive lump of dough in front of her."I'm not here to be a

Daisy’s PovKillian kept his eyes fixed on me, his large body remaining completely still as the silence stretched out between us. The dim light of the hallway caught the sharp edges of his face, and for a long moment, he just looked at me as if he were seeing me for the very first time.I could feel my own heart beating fast against my ribs, the heat of the bond pulsing strongly in the small space separating us."Killian?" I said, breaking the quietness as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me what you think?"He let out a slow, deep breath, his broad shoulders finally relaxing a little bit as he stepped away from the wall. He moved right into my personal space, closing the gap until I had to tilt my head back just to look into his eyes."I think Clara made the right choice," Killian said, his low voice smooth and quiet as he looked down at the blue gown."It feels different," I admitted, running my palms down t

Daisy’s POV Killian’s fingers dug into my arm as he pulled me through the dark hallway. Every step was a struggle, but he didn't slow down until we reached his private room at the end of the hall. He shoved the door shut and locked it. Outside, the angry screams of the pack still echoed through the walls, they wanted my head. "Sit down, Daisy," Killian said, his voice low and tight. I couldn't move. My knees gave out, and I hit the floor hard, I stared down at my hands. Red, sticky blood covered my fingers and ruined the front of my dress. Just minutes ago, she was smiling at me, proud of the sweet bread we baked together. Now she was dead, and her last gasping breath was burned into my mind. Killian dropped to his knees right in front of me, he pulled a wet cloth from a bowl on his desk and grabbed my wrists, his hands were shaking slightly, but his grip was firm. He began wiping the stains from my skin. "Look at me," he commanded softly. I couldn't. I just stared at the wet cl

Daisy’s PovI stood near the window, looking down at the wide courtyard below. Down on the grass, dozens of people were gathering in quiet groups. They were dressed in dark clothes, holding small candles and fresh white blossoms to lay near the ceremonial stones where Clara was being honored.Even from up here, I could feel the grief coming off the crowd. Clara had cooked for three generations of this pack. She was the warm heart of the kitchen, the kind older woman who always gave extra stew to the young fighters after training. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched them place a framed picture of her near the flowers.I couldn't just sit in this room like a prisoner while they said goodbye to her. I knew the guards outside my door had strict orders from Killian to keep me inside, but I needed to pay my respects.I turned away from the window and walked over to the small closet. I pulled out a simple black sweater and plain pants, changing quickly out of Killian’s oversized shirt. O