All Chapters of The Luna Is Not Dead: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AlaricThere was no time to rest. Every minute I sat in that abandoned safehouse was another minute Selene was out there alone, vulnerable, and hunted.I dragged myself up from the kitchen floor, wincing as the freshly seared flesh on my ribs pulled tight. The silver poison had stopped spreading, but the brutal burn had left my body feeling battered and drained. I had no phone, no pack, no weapons, and every piece of evidence I had gathered against Elias was gone.All I had left were the blood-stained shorts on my hips, a rough bandage wrapped tight over my burned side, and the beaten-up SUV idling in the driveway.I stared out the mud-splattered windshield as I put the vehicle in drive. It felt almost absurd that Elias’s men hadn’t torched this car or crushed it for scrap. Maybe they thought the silver bullet in my chest was a guaranteed death sentence and didn’t bother covering their tracks, or maybe they were just sloppy. Either way, it was the only miracle I had left.I drove aiml

SeleneIt has been two days.Two endless, agonizing days of sitting by his bedside, listening to the drip of the IV and the steady, weak beep of the heart monitor.On the third morning, the heavy silence finally broke.Alaric’s chest heaved. A low groan escaped his throat, and his dark eyes slowly fluttered open. The pale hospital light caught his gaze, and after a moment of hazy blinking, his eyes locked onto mine.“Selene…” he rasped, his voice rough as sandpaper.My heart hammered against my ribs. Tears instantly spilled over my eyelashes, blinding me as a sob tore from my throat.“Alaric!”I didn’t care about the wires or the bandages. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder, holding him as tight as I dared without hurting his wounds. He let out a weak breath, his heavy arms slowly wrapping around my waist, pulling me close against his chest.“I thought I lost you,” I wept into his skin, my shoulders trembling. “I thought you were dead.”“I’

AlaricThe room was very tense. Then the elders continued shouting angrily, and their voices echoed off the high ceiling.I looked down at Elias, who was trembling violently in my grip, his face buried in the stone floor as he whimpered for mercy. Then I glanced at Selene, her soft white veil concealing her face beside me.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the chaotic uproar with the thunderous weight of an Alpha.“Silence!”The hall dropped dead silent. The elders froze on the dais, their shocked eyes snapping straight to me."This isn't just a small crime?!” I growled, shoving Elias’s limp shoulder with my boot so he rolled onto his back, sobbing pathetically in front of the whole council. “This spineless monster let the darkness completely consume him! He didn't just kill staff and guards out of strategy. He let pure, unhinged rage take over and butchered every servant, every innocent Omega, his accomplice Max, his own sister Liora, and even his own mother! He wiped out h

SeleneAlaric’s phone rang early in the morning. It was Marc from the Elders’ Council. He explained that word had leaked out across the territory that I was alive, and hundreds of frantic, emotional pack members were surging toward the Council House demanding to see me with their own eyes. They had also helped of the evil things their former Alpha had done. Marc asked if I would come speak to them one last time to give them peace of mind before we left for Moonstone.We got dressed and drove straight over.Alaric brought the car to a stop near the council house steps, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before us. Hundreds of pack members had flooded the open cobblestone square. Men, women, and children pressed against the stone barricades, their eyes wide with shock, relief, and desperate hope as Alaric and I stepped out of the car.“It really is her!” a woman in the front row cried, tears streaming freely down her face as she clutched her daughter. “Goddess bless, she’s a

SeleneThree years passed like a sweet, quiet breeze.Moonstone was thriving, Victor was growing into a strong, happy young boy who practically ran the pack house, and life was more peaceful than I had ever dared to dream.One sunny afternoon, I drove out to the quiet countryside at the edge of our territory to visit Martha and Thomas. They were the elderly couple who had taken me in and nursed me back to health when I was at my lowest. Alaric was busy handling pack affairs back home, but I loved coming by in person to sit on their porch, catch up, and make sure they had everything they needed.We sat at their small wooden kitchen table, drinking warm tea and laughing while Martha served homemade berry pie.As I reached for a slice, Martha paused, squinting her sharp eyes at me. A slow, knowing smile spread across her wrinkled face.“Well, look at that,” Martha hummed, setting the teapot down. “Are you pregnant, child?”I froze mid-reach, blinking at her in total shock. “Pregnant? No,