All Chapters of Queen Luna's Return: I am no longer yours, HUSBAND : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Trent's POVDevon's admission hit me like a physical blow. My Beta. My best friend for over a decade. The man who had stood beside me through wars and conflicts and political nightmares. He was the traitor. He had betrayed my family and put my son's life at risk."Explain," I said. My voice was low and dangerous. "Explain right now why you would do this."Devon looked at the floor. His hands were clenched into fists and his shoulders were tense. "I did not have a choice.""Everyone has a choice," Jerome said coldly. "You chose to betray us.""They threatened my family," Devon said. His voice cracked. "My sister. My nephews. They said if I did not give them information, they would kill everyone I love."The words hung in the air. I felt something crack inside my chest. Not sympathy exactly but understanding. Devon had a younger sister who lived in a neighboring pack with her two young sons. If someone had threatened them, I could understand why he might break."Who threatened you?" I a

Trent's POVDevon's funeral was small and somber. We buried him with full honors despite his betrayal because in the end, he had redeemed himself. He had died saving his family and that sacrifice meant something. His sister and her boys stood at the graveside weeping and I promised myself I would keep my word to Devon. They would be protected. Always.But there was no time to properly mourn. Kade was still out there and he was more dangerous than any enemy we had faced before.I spent the next three days gathering every piece of information I could find about him. What I discovered made my blood run cold. Kade was not just a rogue Alpha operating outside council authority. He was a criminal mastermind who had been building power in the shadows for years. He ran weapons. Trafficked in illegal goods. Commanded a network of mercenaries and assassins that stretched across multiple territories."Look at this," Jerome said. He spread documents across my desk showing financial transactions a

Celine's POVRyan's first word should have been a moment of joy. Instead, it filled me with dread. The way his eyes had glowed when he said "bad" was not normal. That light had been too bright and too intense and far too knowing for a child barely over a year old.We brought Ryan home immediately. Elena and her mate chose to relocate somewhere safer after the attack and I could not blame them. They had nearly died protecting my son. The least I could do was release them from that burden.Having Ryan back in our home should have felt like a victory. We had survived Kade's attack. Our family was together again. But instead of relief, I felt a growing sense of unease. Something was different about Ryan. Something had changed.It started small. Ryan began speaking in short sentences within days of his first word. Not just baby babble but actual coherent thoughts. "Mama hungry" and "Dada play" and "Want toy please." The pediatrician we consulted was amazed. Children his age typically spoke

  Jerome's POV I had made my decision and nothing would change my mind. Not Celine's tears. Not Trent's anger. Not the fear I felt deep in my bones. Ryan deserved a chance at a normal life and if giving up my wolf was the price, then I would pay it gladly. The days after I told Celine were strange. She looked at me differently now, like I was already a ghost. Like I was already gone. Maybe in some ways I was. The moment I agreed to the ritual, I had started saying goodbye to the life I knew. We told Trent together. I insisted Celine not face his anger alone. We found him in his office going over security reports and when we walked in, he knew immediately something was wrong. "What is it?" he asked. His eyes moved between us with suspicion. "Jerome has decided to do the ritual," Celine said. Her voice was steady but I could hear the pain underneath. "He i

  Celine's POV Ryan's words echoed in my head long after he spoke them. Bad people coming. My son could sense threats before they arrived. The ritual had not just amplified his power but had given him abilities we could never have anticipated. "Tell me about the bad people," I said gently. I sat on the floor with Ryan in my lap while Trent and Morgana listened. "What do you hear?" Ryan's eyes were unfocused like he was seeing something far away. "Shadows," he said. "Lots of shadows moving toward us. They are angry. They want to hurt us." "Shadows?" Trent asked. "What does that mean?" "He is describing what he senses," Morgana said quietly. "Not what he sees. Ryan's consciousness has expanded beyond normal perception. He is glimpsing possible futures." My blood went cold. "Are you saying he can see the future?" "I