All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The palace felt different again that morning, the rumor clearly having grown overnight rather than settled.Servants discussed the princess more openly now, not loudly, but enough that I caught fragments walking past.“Three houses have already sent inquiries,” one murmured.“Then it must be true,” another answered.I felt the situation moving faster than any of us had prepared for. The note from the night before still sat fresh in my mind. *THE PRINCESS IS ALIVE.*“Have you found who sent it?” I asked Rowan.He hadn’t. But several noble houses had already requested private meetings with Lucien.-----The first representative argued in favor of recognition, and the case sounded reasonable enough on its surface — the surviving royal bloodline deserved acknowledgment, and if the princess had truly survived, the kingdom owed her restoration.Aldren noticed what sat beneath the argument, though. This house was already positioning itself as a future ally, laying groundwork for influence lo

I woke knowing the palace had shifted again overnight.The name Aurelia no longer stayed confined to hushed corridors. I heard it discussed behind closed doors now, servants arguing quietly over whether the elderly nobleman had simply misspoken or actually recognized me.“He wouldn’t have said it if he wasn’t certain,” one voice insisted.“Unless someone told him,” another answered.I understood the palace was trying to determine whether that moment had been accident or revelation.-----Rowan arrived early, his expression already serious.“How bad is it?” I asked.The council had requested answers. Not the entire court — a private council, carefully chosen.I understood immediately what that meant. Lucien could no longer keep this contained within our small circle.-----“Does this mean they’re going to call me Aurelia?” I asked.“Not yet,” Rowan said. Not until the council had seen the evidence itself. Lucien refused to let anyone declare anything before that.I admitted I was afraid

The palace felt unusually busy the morning after the verification. Guards lined the main corridors more heavily than usual. Servants prepared the great court. Nobles arrived earlier than their schedules typically allowed.“How many people know?” I asked Rowan.“Enough,” he said.The council’s decision had stayed private overnight, but the preparation alone had already told everyone something significant was coming.-----I prepared for the gathering carefully, though I didn’t reach for anything extravagant. My appearance stayed elegant, but unmistakably still mine — still recognizably Evelyn, whatever else the day might reveal.I touched the pendant while dressing. For the first time, I didn’t wonder whether it belonged to me.I knew.-----Lucien came to see me before the ceremony, confirming the council had accepted the evidence completely. The court would now be told officially.“What happens after?” I asked.He didn’t pretend to know everything. The announcement would shift the po

The messenger arrived at Blackwood breathless, having ridden hard enough that his voice hadn’t fully settled.“The lost Lycan princess has been confirmed alive,” he said.Kael barely reacted at first. “Aurelia?”“Confirmed. Yesterday.”-----Kael remembered the old stories well enough — the massacre, the entire royal line believed destroyed. “What proof does Silverfang have?” he asked.The messenger listed it plainly. Royal records. An ancient pendant. A recovered portrait. Surviving testimony from a guardian who’d carried her to safety. Records tied to some sacred forest. A formal royal verification, witnessed by the council itself.Kael listened, still unconvinced. Then the messenger added one more detail.“They say she was raised under another name.”Kael’s attention sharpened immediately.-----“What name?” he asked.“Evelyn.”Kael went very still.“Say that again.”The messenger repeated it. Evelyn.His mind moved instantly to the woman he’d rejected. The woman who’d vanished fro

I woke before dawn, and for several seconds forgot what day it was.Then I remembered.Today, I would formally accept the identity of Princess Aurelia before the entire kingdom.I didn’t feel terrified. I didn’t feel completely ready either. Instead, a strange calm had settled over me — I’d already accepted the truth privately, the night before. Today simply asked me to stand before everyone else and acknowledge it.I reached for the pendant. For years, I’d worn it without knowing what it represented. Now I knew. My mother’s gift. My bloodline’s proof. The one thing that had survived when almost everything else had been erased.“You made it this far,” I whispered, unsure whether I meant the pendant, my mother, or myself.-----My attendants arrived, and this time I didn’t resist the formal clothing at all. I simply chose what I wanted to wear — elegant, restrained, still recognizably mine. Not a fantasy queen. Myself, standing inside a royal position rather than disappearing into one.