All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Sea Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

​Cole’s POV ​I could hardly believe my feet were planted solidly on Swallow Heights soil again. There was a time over the past few weeks when I genuinely thought I’d never see this day. ​It had been a brutal, bloody war. Many of my men had fallen, but we refused to surrender. We couldn't let our brothers die in vain, and we were willing to fight to the last breath to prevent the Sea Knight pack of Waterman Bay from taking our territory. ​I never dreamed we would get the backup we so desperately needed from Alpha Felix. He had arrived by sea with twelve war vessels, ambushing Alpha Harley Harrison’s forces from behind and crushing them until Harrison had no choice but to yield. ​When Felix told me that my beloved Serena had been the one to reach out and ask him for help, my heart throbbed in my chest. I knew how incredibly lucky I was to have her as my fated mate, and I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms again. ​Felix dropped my men and me off by boat on the far side of the peni

​Cole’s POV ​"Bruce... isn't here, Alpha," Thomas stammered, his teeth chattering so violently I could hear the enamel clicking. "He left when he found out the hurricane was coming. I... I allowed him to leave." ​The coward had run. ​I couldn't remain inside this mansion for another second. The stagnant air, the suffocating stench of stale liquor and weed, the pitch-black claustrophobia of the boarded-up windows, and the horrific images burned into my brain from Thomas's phone—it was all crushing me. I felt the walls closing in. If I didn't leave immediately, Tanner would take complete control and paint these corridors red. ​Slowly, forcibly, I dragged the beast back beneath my skin, my joints popping as I shifted into my human form. I yanked a fresh pair of trousers from the wardrobe, pulling them on with tense, rigid motions. ​Without a word, I marched out of the bedroom and down the shadowy hallway toward the foyer. The crowd of pack members and staff scuttled after me at a

Coles POV After a couple more glasses of champagne, I decided it was time to take Carrie home. ​As we walked out into the hotel's grand lobby, Carrie gave me a sweet smile. She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying slightly from side to side. ​"So, where to now?" she asked, her eyes roaming suggestively over my chest. ​"Home," I replied flatly. ​Her gaze flicked toward the elevators leading up to the luxury suites, and when she looked back at me, she was visibly upset. Stepping forward to close the distance between us, she lifted a hand to my chest, trailing a slow finger up to my throat. ​I caught her wrist, stopping her movement. "Stop," I said gently. I felt absolutely nothing for her. The brief spike of reckless anger from earlier had faded, leaving me empty. I just wanted to get her home and call it a night. ​Instead of backing off, she threw her arms around my neck, pulling my face down toward hers as she stood on her tiptoes. She lunged forward, trying to plant a so

Serena’s POV ​I had fallen asleep to the rhythmic, comforting cadence of that mysterious second heartbeat. But the moment my eyes cracked open in the harsh light of reality, a wave of profound terror washed over me, instantly battling with the sudden, fierce warmth in my chest. ​A baby. I was carrying a baby. ​Against all odds, a miracle was growing inside me. After everything I had endured under Malcolm's cruelty, and the heartbreaking isolation I faced at the mansion, this tiny life felt like a gift—a precious reason to keep fighting. ​Yet, the reality of my situation was terrifying. To be a rogue was dangerous enough, but navigating this lawless, exposed life while pregnant felt like an impossible risk. ​If I were tracked or ambushed by hostile wolves, I wouldn't stand a chance. With my wolf dormant inside me, I was physically defenseless, making the need to find safety all the more desperate. I had to protect this child at all costs. ​I sat up, leaving my bag hidden safely w

​Serena’s POV ​I had the clear advantage with my sea abilities, never needing to surface for air, but Malcolm's sheer physical strength threatened to overpower me. I locked both legs around his waist and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, using every ounce of leverage to keep him pinned beneath the waves. ​Kyle wrestled beside me, helping to hold the beast under. But unlike me, Kyle had to break the surface to gasp for air, his grip slipping each time he fought for breath. ​Unbeknownst to us, a small crowd had gathered along the shoreline, watching in stunned silence as we thrashed and tumbled beneath the churning tide. ​Finally, I felt Malcolm's grip loosen. His heavy body went limp as his lungs involuntarily sucked in mouthfuls of seawater, unable to hold his breath any longer. I unpeeled myself from his unconscious frame and surfaced. ​Kyle looked over at me, his hands still anchored to Malcolm’s shoulders beneath the current. "Shall I pull him up, or leave him to