All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stood there a long while, holding the pendant, rereading the message until the words had nearly lost their shape from repetition.*You were not brought to Silverfang by accident.*My thoughts circled back to the forest — the shrine responding to my touch, that strange sense of being recognized by something ancient, the Royal Guards standing over me, waking here in Silverfang with a life I hadn’t chosen laid out in front of me. The pendant. The trial. Everything since.Who had actually brought me here?Lucien, certainly, in the most immediate sense. But everything he’d done since that night had shown nothing except genuine care, and I refused to let this message twist that into something sinister without real proof.Which only made the question worse. If it hadn’t been him arranging any of this, then who had?-----Rowan arrived shortly after, drawn by whatever unusual movement he’d sensed near my chambers.I showed him the marking on the back of the pendant first. He studied it care

I walked away from Kael with my composure intact on the outside, though inside, everything had come loose at once.I wasn’t longing for him. I wasn’t mourning what we’d lost. Seeing him had simply dragged everything back into sharp focus — the Blood Moon ceremony, the humiliation of standing in front of everyone I loved while he cast me aside, the long walk away from Blackwood that had started this entire chain of events.My hand drifted toward my stomach as Rowan and I walked back toward my chambers.Kael wasn’t simply part of my past anymore. He was here, in this kingdom, breathing the same air as me, while I carried children he knew nothing about.I decided, walking through those quiet corridors, that whatever happened next, Kael would not be the one deciding it.-----Rowan didn’t press me, though I could tell he’d noticed far more than I’d said aloud.“Do you want to tell Lucien yourself?” he finally asked.“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted.“You don’t owe Kael a conversation

The High Priestess returned to the restricted archives with the librarian the next morning, both of them searching now with a clearer purpose than before — twin heirs, the surviving bloodline, the pendant, the First Oath, the Sacred Forest itself.After hours of careful work, the librarian uncovered a damaged passage hidden beneath another, unrelated document, easy to miss unless someone knew exactly what they were looking for.*Two heirs born from the surviving blood, whose arrival shall awaken what was once protected.*The High Priestess read it twice, unsettled deeply by how closely it matched what she’d already sensed. It didn’t explain everything. It confirmed enough.-----Where the mother’s and children’s names should have appeared, only blank space remained.The librarian examined the gap carefully. “This wasn’t lost naturally,” he said. “The removal looks far newer than the rest of the document.”Someone had deliberately erased exactly the detail that would have identified th

Rowan brought Lucien the security report immediately, and Lucien studied it carefully, looking for whatever had unsettled Rowan enough to bring it straight to him.On the surface, everything checked out. The guard held proper credentials. The reassignment came through an authorized office. The official who’d approved it carried legitimate authority. The replacement guard’s record was clean.One detail didn’t fit. The change had been submitted after that day’s security plan was already finalized.“Who requested it?” Lucien asked.Rowan gave him the name.Lucien didn’t order an arrest. “Watch him,” he said instead. “Don’t let him know we’re watching.”-----Rowan investigated the replacement guard independently after that. Years of clean service to Silverfang, no obvious ties to any faction, nothing that would raise immediate suspicion on its own.But a pattern emerged the longer he looked — the guard had been repeatedly assigned near my usual routes over recent weeks. Not proof of anyt

I woke the next morning still shaking off the assassin’s words, replaying them the moment my eyes opened.*The heirs cannot be allowed to survive.*My hands found my stomach before I’d even fully sat up, checking, needlessly, that everything still felt as it should.Something had shifted permanently overnight. The enemy knew about the twins. They knew how to isolate me. And worse, someone inside this palace had helped make it possible.I refused to let fear swallow me whole. But I couldn’t pretend, lying there, that I still felt entirely safe even within my own chambers.-----The physician examined me again that morning, confirming both children remained healthy, that I’d suffered no physical harm from the attack itself.His concern, though, had shifted toward the emotional toll. “The strain is becoming dangerous in its own way,” he warned, insisting on more rest, fewer confrontations.“Can fear itself hurt them?” I asked.He reassured me it wouldn’t make me a lesser mother. What mat