All Chapters of Loving Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"He's going to rip it right out of you," Cassian warned. The words hit Darius like a perfectly aimed dagger, impossible to dodge. Before Cassian even finished speaking, Darius moved. One moment he was by Luna's side, the wind playing with her hair, the crown's faint pulse a second heartbeat in the clearing. The next, his hand was around Cassian's throat, slamming him against the nearest tree with enough force to dislodge bark and silence the forest birds. The wolves snarled together, a wave of instinct and alarm. Blackwood weapons were raised, steel glinting in the dappled light filtering through the trees. Ethan immediately stepped forward, palms up. "Hold on. Stay back." They obeyed, not because they wanted to, but because Ethan's voice still held sway, even amidst the chaos. Cassian didn't fight back; he never did when it truly mattered. His boots dangled slightly, the cracked edge of his mask revealing a sliver of pale skin and dark veins beneath, as if something foreign had take

No one said a word. The air crackled with unspoken thoughts, heavy as a verdict. "THE CHILD OF CHOICE AND COMMAND WILL DECIDE THE WAR." Luna’s gaze flickered from the Book to Darius, his hand tightening just enough on hers to remind them both he was still there. Mason finally broke the quiet. "I'm going to say what everyone’s thinking." Evelyn let out a soft sigh. "You usually do." "That prophecy is awful." "It really is." "I hate it." "Me too," Evelyn agreed. Darius, however, kept his eyes locked on Luna. "There will be no child." His voice was firm, resonating through the clearing. Cassian studied him intently. "You think refusing destiny changes it?" "I believe choice does," Darius replied. A hint of a smile touched Cassian's lips. "Then maybe you understand more than Lucian ever did." Luna finally found her voice, folding her arms. "I am not having this conversation." Everyone turned to her. "I've known Darius for less than two weeks." Mason nodded. "Fair point." "I'm

It started with a scream, piercing the night from the eastern wall. Almost immediately, another followed from within the estate itself, closer and more desperate, as if the sound had sprung from the very soul of the place. Then, the gates burst open. Blackwood wolves poured in, dozens of them. Some were fully transformed, massive and furred with eyes burning an unnatural crimson. Others were caught somewhere in between—human hands tipped with claws, jaws elongated, skin stretched tight over bone as though the change had been forced rather than earned. They moved wrong, disjointed, like something inside them had broken and never healed. This wasn't a pack. There was no rhythm, no trust, no shared breath or instinct. Just bodies driven by a single, corrupted command, weapons turned on those they once loved. A woman ran through the gates, clutching a child to her chest, her breath tearing as she stumbled over broken stones. Hot on her heels, a red-eyed wolf dropped low, its pursuit unn

No one moved. The Book remained open, its silver letters glowing with a chilling certainty: EVELYN BLACKWOOD. Beneath her name, a second sentence burned even brighter: ACCEPTANCE ALREADY GIVEN. Evelyn stared at the page, her voice surprisingly steady. "I've never accepted anything from Lucian." Mason immediately stepped in front of her. "Then the Book is wrong." Cassian's expression darkened. "The Book is never wrong." "Well," Mason retorted, "today seems like a good day to start." "Mason," Evelyn warned quietly. He didn't budge. "I've spent fifteen years arguing with you. If anyone gets suspicious, it'll be me first." Evelyn rolled her eyes, despite the tension. "You think you're protecting me." "I know I am." Luna watched them, a quiet observer. Not lovers, not mates, but something deeper, built over years – a trust that needed no declarations. She felt Darius watching them too. "What aren't we seeing?" Luna asked. Cassian walked slowly towards the Book, his silver eye neve

That white door swung open, quiet as a whisper. A blast of cold air rushed out from the darkness under Blackwood Estate. Then, she stepped out. She stood at the bottom of the stone stairs, a woman dressed in ivory. Silver hair spilled over one shoulder, and her blue eyes were soft. Way too soft. "Evelyn..." Her voice trembled. "My little girl." The silver key Evelyn was holding slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the stone floor. "Mother?" she whispered, breaking the silence. Mason grabbed her arm instantly. "Don't move." Tears welled in Evelyn's eyes. "She died." Cassian's face hardened. "Yes." The woman smiled sadly. "I know what you're thinking." Evelyn took a step forward. Mason tightened his grip. "No. That's my mother. We don't know that." "I know her voice," Evelyn insisted. Lucian's quiet chuckle echoed from somewhere in the darkness beyond the doorway. "Do you?" The woman's smile faltered. "Don't listen to him." Luna studied her intently. Something felt off.