All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The carriage rolled on through the mountain pass, and no one spoke.I’d thought the silence before the ambush was heavy. This was worse. That silence had been waiting for something to happen. This one was the aftermath, thick with things nobody wanted to say out loud, and I sat inside it with my hand resting on my knee, watching it like it might do something without permission again.I kept glancing down at my own palm, half expecting the silver-blue light to bloom back to life just to prove I hadn’t imagined it. Every few minutes I turned my hand over, flexed my fingers, searched for some seam or mark that might explain what I’d felt — that cold-hot rush, like lightning deciding to be gentle for once. There was nothing. Just skin. Just a hand that looked exactly like it always had, betraying nothing about what it had just done.Had I imagined it? I hadn’t. I knew I hadn’t, the way you know the difference between a dream and a bruise. Everyone in that carriage had gone still at the sa

The voice said my name again.Not loudly. Almost gently, the way you’d say something to a child you didn’t want to startle awake, and somehow that gentleness frightened me more than shouting would have. I took a step back before I’d decided to. My body seemed to trust it less than my mind was still trying to.Beside me, the king’s arm shot up, flat and firm, a silent order to everyone at once. *Don’t move.* Nobody did. Not Rowan, not the guards, not even the wind, which still hadn’t found its way back into the clearing.-----“Who are you?” I asked, once I trusted my voice to hold steady. “How do you know me? Why can’t I see you?”Three questions, thrown out one after another the way I’d thrown them at the king in the carriage. This time, at least, I got an answer — though it wasn’t the kind that satisfied anything.“Because you have forgotten,” the voice said.That was all. I waited for it to continue, to explain what exactly I’d forgotten or how, but the dark beyond the door stayed

I heard it before I understood I was hearing anything at all.Not words. A pull, low and quiet, tugging somewhere beneath my ribs the way gravity might if gravity had a will of its own. I glanced at Rowan, at the king, at the guards still frozen near the threshold — none of them reacted. Whatever this was, it had chosen to speak only to me.The king didn’t move to stop me. He didn’t move at all, and something about his stillness felt deliberate, like a man forcing his own hands to stay at his sides. I understood, without anyone saying it, that every person in that chamber was waiting to see what I would do. Not what I would be told to do. What I would choose.-----I reached toward the crown.The silver was colder than winter water, yet it didn’t burn or sting. It simply waited.Then I stopped, my fingers hovering an inch from silver that seemed to hum faintly under its own stillness.Kael’s face rose up in my mind, unbidden — the ceremony, his voice announcing to everyone I loved tha

I woke to a sky the color of tarnished silver, stretched over a valley so quiet it almost hurt.Wildflowers grew in loose drifts across the grass. A stream cut through the middle of it all, murmuring over smooth stones, and somewhere close by, birds sang like nothing in the world had ever gone wrong. It should have felt like relief after the mirror and the dark.Instead it felt wrong in a way I couldn’t name at first — too still, too arranged, like a room set up for a photograph rather than a place anyone actually lived.Then I understood why.No king. No Rowan. No shrine walls pressing in around me, no crown waiting on its pedestal. No weapon at my hip, not that I’d carried one to begin with. I was entirely alone, and the silence that came with that realization settled over me heavier than any darkness had.-----I heard the whimpering before I saw where it came from.A wolf pup, barely more than a bundle of fur and fear, thrashed weakly beneath a fallen tree a short distance off the

The silver door opened onto a throne room so beautiful it stole my breath before I’d even fully stepped through.Marble floors stretched out beneath me, polished so clean they held my reflection. Silver pillars rose toward a ceiling I could barely see, and banners bearing the same wolf crest I’d seen carved into a hundred trees hung between them, catching sunlight that poured in from windows taller than any building I’d ever stood inside. Warmth settled over me the moment I crossed the threshold — not just the light, but something in the air itself, welcoming in a way nothing since the forest had been.For the first time since I’d stepped through that stone door, it felt like I’d finally arrived somewhere. Like the trial was over, and I’d made it.-----People filled the hall — elegant, composed, dressed in silks I couldn’t imagine anyone in that broken village ever owning. One knelt before me, head bowed low.“Welcome home, Your Majesty.”Another stepped forward and placed the ancien