All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morning arrived quietly over Silverfang Palace.For a few moments after I opened my eyes, I simply lay still, listening.The palace sounded different at dawn than it did during the day. Somewhere beyond my chamber, servants moved through long corridors with practiced silence. Bells rang faintly in distant towers. The city beyond the palace walls was only beginning to wake, its usual bustle softened into scattered voices carried on the cool morning air.I reached beneath my nightdress and closed my fingers around the silver pendant resting against my chest.I had done that every morning since leaving the shrine.Not because I feared losing it.Because touching it reminded me that everything the Keeper had shown me had truly happened.The trials.The lessons.The promise that the path ahead would test what I had learned.A gentle knock interrupted my thoughts.“My Lady?”The maid waited outside until I answered.“You may come in.”She stepped inside with a respectful bow.“His Majesty r

A royal attendant arrived at my chambers not long after I’d woken, informing me — carefully, politely — that several noble ladies had requested my presence at a morning gathering.“It isn’t a political meeting,” she added, as though the distinction mattered.I found Lucien in the corridor outside not long after, and when I mentioned the invitation, something faintly amused crossed his expression.“Every gathering in this palace is political,” Lucien said calmly. “Some simply hide it behind tea and pleasant conversation.”Rowan, passing with a stack of reports under one arm, added his own version of the same warning without breaking stride.“Observe before you trust,” he said, and was gone before I could ask him to elaborate.I decided, walking toward the garden pavilion, that I’d take both pieces of advice as one.-----The pavilion was draped in pale silk and morning light, and the noblewomen gathered there looked, at first glance, like nothing more than a pleasant social circle. Duc

I entered the Council Chamber differently this time.There was no unfamiliar hush at my arrival, no cluster of nobles demanding to know who I was. I’d been invited, specifically, to observe — and I took the seat set slightly behind Lucien’s, close enough to hear everything without sitting among the council itself. Several nobles glanced my way as I settled in. Some seemed to approve of the arrangement. Others clearly didn’t, their expressions tightening just enough to notice.Lord Aldren’s eyes found me too, briefly, before he said nothing at all and turned his attention back to the table.-----The council’s business that morning was nothing like the polished audience I’d witnessed before. This was the kingdom’s actual weight, laid bare across the table — food shortages pressing on one of the outer provinces, more attacks on supply caravans, simmering tension between two noble houses over disputed grazing land, rogue wolves harassing settlements near the border, and murmurs of unrest

I woke still thinking about the book, and reached for it again before I’d even fully sat up.Most of what filled its pages seemed ordinary enough at first — early Lycan customs, old rituals, dry historical accounts I might have skimmed past without a second thought. But certain passages had been marked, quietly, with tiny dots of silver ink beside the margin. Not underlined. Not circled. Just marked, deliberately, in a way that could easily go unnoticed if you weren’t paying attention.Every marked passage shared something in common — forgotten rulers, erased bloodlines, history quietly rewritten by hands the text never named.I sat with the book open on my lap for a long while, wondering who had wanted me to notice this, and why they’d chosen silence instead of simply telling me outright.-----I returned the book to the archives that afternoon, and asked the librarian, as casually as I could manage, whether books sometimes left the archives on loan without a formal record.He looked

The footsteps grew louder, and I made myself breathe rather than bolt.Hiding, opening the door, or simply standing my ground — I ran through the choices the way Lucien had taught me to, weighing them instead of reacting. I chose to stay where I was, hand still resting near the door, and let whoever was coming find me exactly as I stood.It was the librarian.He looked as startled to find me there as I must have looked to be caught.-----Neither of us spoke right away. His eyes drifted to the folded map still held loosely in my hand, and rather than asking where I’d found it, he asked something quieter instead.“Did someone choose to guide you here?”I admitted the truth — an anonymous book, marked passages, a map slipped between its pages that I still couldn’t explain.He exhaled slowly, the sound less like surprise and more like a suspicion finally confirmed after years of carrying it. He didn’t look afraid. If anything, he looked tired, in the particular way of someone who’d been