All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I woke with Lucien’s words still settled somewhere in my chest.*I will stand between you and them and every threat that comes.*I believed him. I let myself hold onto that a moment longer before rising to face the day, and the moment I stepped into the corridor, I understood the palace had changed shape again overnight.Two guards stood where one used to. Servants lowered their voices as I passed, more carefully than before. Guards checked doors and passages with deliberate, unhurried thoroughness, and several corridors sat closed off entirely, no explanation offered. Administrative workers were being escorted into their own offices rather than walking freely as they always had. A few familiar faces were simply absent from their usual posts.The palace was operating under controlled suspicion, and no one needed to say so aloud for me to feel it.More guards should have made me feel safer. Instead, I felt only more aware of exactly how dangerous everything had actually become.-----I

I couldn’t stop looking at the date.The pendant sat warm in my palm, and I finally asked the librarian whether any record described exactly what had happened that night.“The surviving accounts are fragmented,” he admitted. “Damaged, removed, or rewritten, in most cases.”Lucien ordered him to bring out everything that had survived regardless — witness accounts, military reports, palace records, damaged correspondence, burial registers, whatever fragments remained scattered across this archive.-----The librarian found an old account first, describing the palace before the attack. The royal family had been gathered together that night — king, queen, older heirs, and the youngest daughter, still an infant.The record described her differently from her siblings, I noticed. Something about her mattered beyond simple affection.“Why would an infant matter so politically?” I asked.“Succession and bloodline worked differently in the old kingdom,” the High Priestess explained. “Sometimes

I woke still unsettled by the record proving the princess had been recorded alive years after the massacre, and returned to the archives that morning with Lucien, Rowan, the High Priestess, and the librarian, unwilling to let the trail go cold.“If she was an acknowledged heir,” the librarian explained, “there should have been a formal portrait. Royal portraits were commissioned for succession records, ceremonial halls, the archives themselves.”“Then where is hers?” I asked.He didn’t know. He searched the old catalogue instead, and found an entry referencing a sealed portrait hall no longer accessible through any of the palace’s ordinary corridors.-----Rowan checked the palace maps and confirmed it — an older section, unused for generations, sealed off after the ancient royal line was believed destroyed entirely.Lucien decided we would investigate. Rowan insisted on checking the passage first, given everything we now knew about how easily this palace’s hidden routes could be expl

The movement ledger still lay open on the table when Rowan asked the librarian to search further — evacuation records, emergency orders, guard reports, survivor testimonies, servant statements, transportation logs, anything at all.“Most records from that night were destroyed,” the librarian warned. “But emergencies sometimes generated duplicates. Different departments recorded the same incident separately, without realizing it.”That gave us a reason to search beyond the main royal archive entirely. I watched Rowan grow more focused with every passing minute, and understood, watching him, that we were no longer simply hoping something existed.We were searching for proof that someone had actually escaped.-----After working through several sealed boxes, the librarian found a thin bundle of papers tied with faded cord, its label barely legible.*Witness Statements — Night of the Palace Fall.*He handled it carefully. Some pages were missing entirely. Others had suffered too much dama

We returned from the forest with the surviving records, and I stayed quiet the entire walk back, one phrase circling endlessly in my mind.*She was given another name.*I thought about my own childhood — how thin it had always felt, how little I actually knew about where I’d been born, my earliest years, why I’d come into the life I remembered at all. I’d never questioned any of it before, simply because I’d never had a reason to.Now I had every reason in the world.-----Back in the archives, the librarian explained plainly that searching for the princess by her royal name would no longer work. That name had been erased entirely.We needed to search instead for a child who’d never carried one at all.He pulled records created after the massacre — settlement registries, orphan records, household documents, healer’s notes, travel papers, protection records, anything concerning unidentified children. Rowan organized them chronologically while Lucien stayed close, careful not to let me