All Chapters of Queen Luna's Return: I am no longer yours, HUSBAND : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

  Trent's POV Peace felt strange. After months of war and bloodshed, the quiet was almost unsettling. I kept waiting for the next attack and the next crisis, but days passed without incident. Thorne was dead. The Council was destroyed. We should have been celebrating. But something felt wrong. "Another report," Devon said. He entered my office looking troubled. "Alpha Marcus from the SilverCrest Pack has disappeared. No trace. No signs of a struggle. Just gone." "That makes six," I said. I added Marcus's name to the list I had been compiling. "Six powerful Alphas or their heirs vanished in the past two weeks." "Could they be running?" Devon asked. "Going into hiding after The Council's collapse?" "All six at the same time?" I shook my head. "No. This is coordinated. Someone is taking them." Celine entered carryin

Trent's POVI could not sleep. Every shadow looked like a threat. Every sound made me reach for a weapon. The letter threatening Celine and our unborn child replayed in my mind over and over until I thought I would go mad."You need to rest," Celine said softly. She lay beside me in bed but I knew she was not sleeping either. "You cannot protect us if you are exhausted.""I cannot rest knowing someone wants to kill our baby," I said. The words tasted bitter. "Someone out there knows you are pregnant and they are planning something. I will not let my guard down.""Then let me help," Celine said. She sat up and looked at me. "Stop trying to protect me from everything. I am stronger when we work together. You know that."She was right but every instinct I had screamed to lock her away somewhere safe. Somewhere no one could reach her. But I knew that was not realistic. And it was not what she wanted."Fine," I said. "But you stay behind me at all times. You do not take unnecessary risks.

Celine's POVTrust was a luxury I could no longer afford. Not when enemies wore the faces of friends and allies stood ready to betray us at a moment's notice. The Purge soldier's words haunted me every waking hour. They were everywhere. Even in our own packs."We need to identify the traitors," I said to Trent the morning after Jerome's interrogation. "Before they can sabotage our defenses or leak our plans.""How?" Trent asked. He looked as exhausted as I felt. Neither of us had slept properly in weeks. "We cannot just accuse people without proof. It would tear the pack apart.""Then we investigate quietly," I said. "Watch for unusual behavior. Strange meetings. Unexplained absences. Someone working for The Purge will eventually make a mistake."It was paranoid and exhausting work. I started paying attention to everything. Who spoke to whom? Who seemed nervous or evasive. Who asked too many questions about our security measures? Every interaction became suspect. Every conversation w

  Celine's POV I could barely keep my eyes open but I held Alexander tighter against my chest as Trent lifted me from the bed. My body screamed in protest. Every muscle felt torn apart. Blood still seeped from between my legs and Doctor Hayes pressed towels against me to slow the bleeding. "The tunnels," Trent said to Jerome. "We go through the tunnels." "Already cleared the path," Jerome replied. He had a gash across his forehead and his shirt was soaked with blood. "But we need to move fast. They are right behind us." Doctor Hayes grabbed the medical supplies and my son's blankets. Two guards flanked us as we rushed from the safe room into a hidden corridor I had never seen before. The walls were stone and cold. Emergency lights flickered overhead casting everything in sickly yellow. "Stay with me," Trent whispered against my hair. "Just stay with me,

  Jerome's POV Seraphina's words echoed in the interrogation room long after she stopped speaking. The Purge is eternal. Kill me and ten more will take my place. She was right and that terrified me more than any threat or weapon ever could. "We cannot just kill her," I said to Trent outside the room. "She is not wrong. If we execute her, she becomes a martyr. The ideology spreads faster. We feed the very thing we are trying to destroy." "Then what do you suggest?" Trent demanded. His frustration was palpable. "We let her go? Forgive her for trying to murder your sister and nephew?" "No," I said. "We expose her. We show the world exactly what The Purge really is. Not freedom fighters or reformers. Terrorists who murder children and call it cleansing." Trent was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded slowly. "Public exposure. Turn their own propaganda ag