Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

The big room was packed with wolves, all of them watching Wren Hale like she was something to be afraid of.She stood there alone, smack in the middle, squeezing her hands in front of her so they wouldn’t shake. The dress scratched her neck—she’d sewn it herself three years ago, the day she became Luna. She wore one like it every day since.Kane watched from up on the platform. Her mate, her Alpha, her husband.He wouldn’t even meet her eyes.“Kane,” she said. Her voice came out too small. “Please talk to me. Whatever they told you…”“Enough.” Kane’s voice cracked through the room. He finally looked at her, but his eyes were empty, cold—like he didn’t even know her. “You know why we’re here, Wren.”She did. The whispers had gotten louder for weeks now. Three years—no child. No wolf. Cursed. She’d heard the old men hissing it behind their hands. She saw the pity and the anger in the women’s faces—women who used to smile at her.“I don’t know what else to do,” she said quietly. “I was b

Magnus Thorne hadn’t run in twenty years. Not since the night his mate vanished with their baby girl and never came home. Every day since, he moved through his pack house like a man dragging a weight he’d never managed to set down. Running meant hoping, and hope had burned him one time too many.So when the door to his study slammed open, his heart just about stopped. Ronan, his son, stood there in a panic—shirt stained with blood, breath fast, eyes wild. The moment Magnus saw him, he was out of his chair and moving, the question already tumbling out. “Where? Where is she?”“Healer’s room. Callum’s with her.” Ronan fell into step beside him, hands shaking as they tore down the hall. “Father, don’t—don’t get your hopes up. It could be nothing, probably is—”“You don’t believe that,” Magnus cut him off. He didn’t need to hear the rest. Ronan’s silence said enough.When they reached the healer’s room, Callum was hunched over a girl laid out on the table. He was scrubbing a wound on her a

The ceremony was held at dusk, in the old stone circle at the heart of Silverpeak territory, where every bonding in the pack's history had taken place for longer than anyone could remember. Wren stood at its center in a plain white dress the pack seamstress had finished only that morning, her hair loose down her back, her collarbone bare to the evening air for the first time in longer than she could recall without flinching.The whole pack had gathered. Word had spread fast — an Alpha's long-lost daughter, possibly found after twenty-three years — and Wren could feel hundreds of eyes on her, curious, hopeful, skeptical, all at once. It reminded her too much of the last time she'd stood in the center of a crowd like this, collar pulled down, everyone waiting to judge what they saw.This is different, she told herself, willing her hands to stop shaking. No one here wants you gone. Whatever happens tonight, no one here wants you gone.She wasn't sure yet if she believed it. But she wanted

The war council met three days after Wren's pregnancy was confirmed, though no one called it that out loud. Magnus preferred "family discussion," and Wren suspected he chose the softer word deliberately, for her sake, even as Ezra paced the length of the study like a caged animal and Ronan sat with his arms crossed and murder in his eyes. "We march on Ashgrove," Ezra said, not for the first time. "We show them exactly what they threw away." "We do nothing of the kind," Magnus said, patient but firm. "Not yet. Not while Wren is still recovering, and not while we act purely on anger instead of strategy. An unprovoked attack on another pack's territory would cost us allies we can't afford to lose, and it would put Wren and her child directly in danger besides." "So we just let him get away with it?" Ezra demanded. "Let him keep his crown and his false Luna and his lies, while Wren carries his child in exile?"