All Chapters of Loving Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Luna’s body trembled as the vision finally released her. It hadn’t been gentle, tearing away like a storm shattering fragile glass, leaving her gasping and her knees threatening to buckle as the last echoes burned behind her eyes. The terrifying battlefield faded, but the image of Darius dying clung to her mind like smoke she couldn't clear. It replayed in uncontrollable fragments—flashing steel, blood on stone, the sound of something sacred breaking. Each time she blinked, it was sharper, as if her mind had been branded. Strong arms caught her before she could collapse. Warm. Solid. Real. A contrast that almost hurt. "Luna," Darius's voice was low, steady, and close enough to feel against her skin, grounding her as everything inside threatened to fracture. "Look at me." She tried, mustering all her strength just to lift her gaze. Her vision wavered, not just from tears but from the lingering aftershock. Her breathing was uneven, shallow, as if her lungs had forgotten how to work. Ea

By evening at Blackwood Estate, Luna had already changed outfits three times. The first was way too fancy, the second looked like she was in mourning, and the third—a dark green dress that cinched softly at the waist and had sleeves reaching just below her elbows—had been chosen by Evelyn. Which, Luna figured, meant she hadn't really chosen it herself at all. "You look good," Evelyn said from the doorway. Luna just stared at her reflection. "That sounds like something people say right before things go wrong." Evelyn adjusted the fabric at her shoulder. "It's dinner, not an execution." "Feels like the same vibe around here sometimes," Luna quipped. Evelyn let out a laugh. "The Council isn't coming." "That helps," Luna admitted. "Serena is." Luna turned, surprised. "Who's Serena?" Evelyn hesitated for a moment. "Serena Hale. Daughter of Alpha Victor Hale. His territory borders ours." "And?" "And she's known Darius for a really long time." "How long?" "Pretty much forever."

Chapter 15 His Heart Beneath Her Hands For one second, Luna didn’t understand. It was as if the world had simply refused to make sense, like her mind had slipped a step behind reality and couldn’t catch up. Darius stood before her, an arrow in his chest. Then blood spread fast. Warm, dark, impossible. “Darius?” she whispered. Her voice barely made it out. He looked down. Then his knees buckled. “Darius!” She caught him and went down with him, one hand on his shoulder, the other bracing his weight as if she could hold him together by force alone. Panic hit her. Sharp. Immediate. Animal. His face was pale. Eyes still gold, still too steady for someone bleeding out. “Don’t touch the shaft,” he said. “You have an arrow in your chest.” “I noticed.” “This is not the time for sarcasm.” “It wasn’t.” Behind them, the injured woman crawled, dragging herself through dirt and broken leaves. “Poison,” she gasped. “It’s poisoned.” Luna went cold. Not fear this time—certainty.

The knock came again, sharper this time, more insistent. Darius stayed perfectly still, his forehead pressed against Luna’s, one hand a steady weight on her waist, the other braced on the mattress. He was breathing, just barely, his control immense. Luna felt his frustration hum through their bond and managed a smile against his mouth. "We're not done," she whispered. Darius’s eyes opened, a flicker of gold within them. "No," he agreed. "We're not." Another knock. "Alpha?" Mason's voice called out. "I'm assuming you can hear me." Darius didn't tear his gaze from Luna. "That would be a mistake." Mason sighed, the sound muffled. "Right. You've both suddenly lost your hearing." Luna bit back a laugh. "Don't encourage him," Darius murmured. "I didn't say anything." "You're smiling." "I can't control my face." "You control very little." "Says the man who forgot his own name five seconds ago," she retorted. "I remembered yours," he said quietly, and that silenced her. Evelyn's vo

“You.” Luna’s voice cracked on the word, a broken whisper. Darius loomed over her, one hand steadying himself beside her head, the other gripping her shoulder. His eyes, usually so familiar, glowed gold in the dim light, his wolf perilously close to the surface through their shared bond. It wasn't a threatening glow, but one filled with sheer terror. “Tell me what happened,” he urged, his voice tight. Luna tried to speak, but the air caught in her throat, making it hard to breathe. The room still felt unreal, like the lingering haze of a dream. The phantom scent of smoke tickled her senses, and a burning heat prickled beneath her skin. Every time she glanced at Darius, a horrifying image superimposed itself: him lying on the ground, behind a woman who looked exactly like her. Blood pooled beneath him, a sword clutched in her doppelganger’s hand. Darius shifted, sitting beside her. “Look at me, Luna.” “I am,” she mumbled, her gaze unfocused. “No,” he said gently. “You’re looking r