All Chapters of Loving Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning dawned gently in Blackwood. No frozen sun, no rumbling ancient voices from beneath the floors, no oppressive crown dictating destinies. Just morning. Light crept through the broken windows, pooling on the damaged entrance hall floor, while snow drifted in through the shattered frames. Warriors moved with purpose, carrying timber, blankets, tools, and steaming mugs of coffee. Blackwood felt scarred, yes, but undeniably alive. Luna stood on the balcony outside Darius’s room, watching the estate slowly awaken. She hadn't slept. Every time she closed her eyes, Lucian’s fading form was all she saw. Even with Darius inside, she still felt the immense weight of his grief beside her, quiet, carefully contained… perhaps too carefully. The balcony door creaked open, and Darius stepped out into the cold, dressed in dark trousers and an unbuttoned shirt, his hair still damp from a shower. “You should put on a coat,” Luna said. “You’re standing barefoot in the snow,” he countered. She

The next morning, visitors began to arrive. Not enemies, or ancient spirits, or long-lost relatives, just people. Dozens of them. By noon, wolves from neighboring territories were showing up at Blackwood's gates. Some heard the Hollow King was gone, others simply got caught up in the fast-moving rumors. But most of them came because they wanted answers. Darius stood on the front steps with Luna as the gates creaked open. "They're nervous," Luna murmured. "They have reason to be." She shot him a look. "You're not exactly making them feel better." "Wasn't trying to." A tiny smile touched her lips. "You've been spending too much time with Mason." "I absolutely refuse to admit that." Just then, Mason appeared, a basket of apples in his hands. "I heard my name!" "You usually do," Evelyn quipped. "It's a gift." "It's eavesdropping." "Same difference." The first Alpha to approach the manor was an older woman with silver hair and a scar across her cheek. She stopped a few feet awa

By the time Luna and Darius got back to Blackwood Manor, every window was glowing warm against the snow. The cheering had stopped, which honestly made things feel even more intense. Luna glanced sideways at Darius. "They know," she stated. Darius sighed, "Yeah." "They definitely know," Luna pressed. "Yeah," he confirmed. "You're blaming Mason, aren't you?" "I've already blamed him." "And?" "He denied it before I even accused him," Darius said. "That sounds exactly like Mason," Luna mused. "It was very convincing," he admitted. They walked up the front steps. Before Darius could even reach for the handle, the front door swung open by itself. Blackwood, the estate, clearly approved. Luna smiled, "Traitor." The door remained open. Inside, every single member of the family was standing there, waiting. The hall was silent, and no one moved. Mason’s eyes flickered from Luna to the ring on her finger, and back to Luna. Then he took a huge, dramatic breath, and Evelyn immediately el

Blackwood woke up before the sun was even thinking about rising. It wasn't because of any danger, though. It was because Mason had gotten it in his head that weddings apparently required "organized enthusiasm." Luna woke to a loud knock. Then an even louder one. And then— “Luna!” She just burrowed her face deeper into her pillow. “Nope.” “It’s an emergency!” She cracked one eye open. “What kind of emergency?” “The flowers are disagreeing with Evelyn.” Silence. Then Evelyn’s voice, calm as ever, drifted through the door. “The flowers are fine.” “They’re emotionally distant.” “They’re flowers, Evelyn.” “They could try harder.” Luna couldn’t help but laugh. “You two are completely impossible.” “Are you awake?” Mason asked, full of hope. “No.” “But you answered me.” “I regret it.” Finally, the footsteps retreated. Luna closed her eyes again. The door creaked open softly. Amara slipped inside, two mugs in hand. “I scared them away.” “You’re my favorite person.”

The days after the wedding settled into a kind of normal neither Luna nor Darius had ever really known. Routine. At first, it felt almost suspicious. Luna kept waking up expecting some kind of emergency. A messenger at the gates. The reflected Book suddenly glowing with blue ink. Some forgotten enemy coming down from the mountains. Instead... she'd find Darius trying – and mostly failing – to make coffee. Again. Leaning against the kitchen doorway, she'd say, "You're burning it." He'd peer into the pot. "It hasn't caught fire." "It shouldn't be smoking." He'd frown a bit. "I might have missed a step." Luna would walk over and gently take the spoon from his hand. "You're boiling the grounds." "I thought stronger coffee required commitment." "It requires patience." He'd wrap his arms around her waist from behind. "I have patience." "You're stirring with a knife." He'd look down. "I am." "You've had a rough morning." "I've had coffee deprivation." She'd laugh. "I'll rescue u