All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I noticed the shift the moment I woke — the guards near my wing standing a little straighter, a little more alert than they had been the day before.Rowan arrived earlier than usual, and I didn’t waste time working up to the question.“What happened last night?”He hesitated, clearly weighing how much to tell me before finally admitting it plainly. Someone had accessed a restricted corridor. Nothing stolen. No one hurt. Just a security seal, disturbed enough to notice.I understood immediately what that meant, even before he said it outright.Someone had been testing the palace. Possibly testing whatever protected me specifically.“Was it because of me?” I asked.He didn’t answer right away, and his hesitation told me everything his silence was trying not to.-----Lucien summoned Rowan and the Captain of the Guard that morning, demanding a full report on everything — the breached door, the guard rotations, patrol schedules, entry logs, servant movements, every access permission grant

The librarian noticed it the moment he stepped into the restricted archives that morning.One volume, gone from its shelf. Not damaged. Not misplaced among the others. Simply absent, its space on the shelf sitting empty like a missing tooth. He checked the archive register immediately, and found no record of anyone borrowing it at all.That meant one of two things. Whoever had taken it lacked authorization entirely, or they’d used legitimate access and simply chosen not to log the removal.What unsettled him most wasn’t the theft itself. It was what the volume actually concerned — an old royal bloodline, tucked away among records few people ever had reason to request.He went straight to the High Priestess.-----She studied the empty shelf herself before asking, “When was this last seen?”He gave her his best estimate, and the timing settled into her uncomfortably. Somewhere close to when I’d first entered the palace.She didn’t let herself leap to conclusions from that alone. She si

Lucien, Rowan, and the Captain of the Guard returned to the security log together the next morning, examining the timing of the opened corridor near the gardens more closely than before.“Who opened it?” Lucien asked. “Who had access to that section? Was Evelyn’s garden visit scheduled at all?”That last question mattered most. It hadn’t been. I’d decided to walk there only a short while before actually leaving my chambers, nothing planned or announced in advance.Whoever had opened that corridor either saw me leave, received word from someone nearby, or had been watching my habits closely enough to predict them without being told at all. Lucien understood, laying it out plainly, that they needed a way to test which of those was actually true.-----Rather than confront anyone outright, Lucien devised something more controlled. He gave different members of the palace staff different pieces of false information about my movements — one told I’d visit the library, another the temple, a

I found the sealed invitation waiting in my chambers the next morning, its seal official, the handwriting formal and unhurried, requesting my presence at a small private gathering connected to the palace’s seasonal preparations.Nothing about it seemed alarming. I assumed, reading it over, that Lucien already knew about it — the assumption settling in easily enough that I didn’t think to question it further before agreeing to attend.-----I showed it to Rowan before responding, more out of habit than genuine concern.He studied the seal carefully, turning the parchment over in his hands. “Who delivered this? When was it left here? Did anyone see the messenger?”The servant responsible only knew it had come through the palace’s normal correspondence system. Nothing appeared irregular. Still, something in Rowan’s expression didn’t fully settle.“I’ll verify it before you go,” he said.-----He brought it to Lucien not long after, who read it carefully, his brow furrowing slightly.“I d

I stayed in my chambers long after Rowan finished examining the old parchment, unable to look away from those three words.*Remember the forest.*Fragments surfaced unbidden — the night I’d first entered that ancient forest, the shrine glowing to life beneath my touch, the strange certainty that something within it had recognized me before I understood anything about myself. The Royal Guards. The pendant. The trial that had asked more of me than I thought I had to give. Waking afterward in Silverfang, changed in ways I still hadn’t fully named.None of it connected into anything I could grasp fully.“Who knew what happened to me in that forest?” I asked Rowan.He considered the question carefully. “Almost no one should,” he admitted, and that answer troubled me more than any other could have. Whoever had written this had either witnessed something themselves, or had access to information that should have stayed buried far deeper than this.-----Rowan carried the parchment straight to