All Chapters of Queen Luna's Return: I am no longer yours, HUSBAND : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

 Celine's POV The alarms jolted me from sleep so violently that I nearly fell from the bed. Piercing. Urgent. The sound meant intruders. That meant danger. That meant my son was in trouble. "Ryan," I gasped. I was running before my mind fully processed what was happening. Down the hallway in my nightgown. Bare feet slapping against cold marble. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might explode. Guards rushed past me heading toward the nursery. I heard shouting. Fighting. The sickening sound of bodies hitting walls. No. Please no. Not my baby. Not Ryan. I reached the nursery doorway and froze. The scene before me was chaos. Three rogues fought desperately against our guards. Blood splattered the walls. Furniture was overturned. And standing in the center holding my crying son was a woman I barely recognized. Arianna. She looked feral. Wild. Her

  Celine's POV I had not slept properly in eight days. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Arianna holding Ryan. Saw that mad smile. Heard my son's terrified cries. The images played on repeat until I jerked awake gasping for air. "You need to rest," Trent said softly. It was three in the morning and he had found me in Ryan's new nursery again. I sat in the rocking chair watching our son sleep. Making sure he was breathing. Making sure he was safe. "I cannot," I whispered. "What if she comes back? What if I fall asleep and miss something?" "We have twenty guards on rotation," Trent reminded me.  "Surveillance on every entrance. Motion sensors. Alarms. She cannot get in without us knowing." "She got in before," I said. The fear in my voice was raw and ugly. "Our security was supposed to be impenetrable then too. But she walked righ

  Trent's POV My claws pressed against Arianna's throat and for one suspended moment the world held its breath. She looked up at me with those mad eyes and smiled. Blood stained her teeth. Her body was broken. But she smiled as she had already won. "What do you mean you are not the only one?" I demanded. "Who else wants my family dead?" "Finish it," Arianna whispered. "Kill me and find out." I wanted answers. Wanted to interrogate her. Extract every scrap of information about this new threat. But I also knew Arianna. Knew she would never give me what I wanted willingly. She would lie and manipulate and waste precious time while whoever she referenced moved against my family. "Trent," Celine said softly. She stood a few feet away. "End this. We will find answers another way." She was right. Arianna had caused enough pain. Inflicted en

  Jerome's POV The secret lasted exactly four days. Four days before whispers started spreading through the supernatural world like wildfire. Someone had talked. Someone always talked. And now everyone knew about the prophecy and about Ryan. My phone had not stopped ringing for three days. Alphas. Council members. Pack representatives. Everyone had an opinion about what should be done with my nephew. Everyone thought they knew better than his own parents how to handle the situation. "Alpha Marcus is demanding an audience," Devon reported. He looked as exhausted as I felt. "He wants assurances that Ryan will not be weaponized against rival packs." "Tell him we will consider his concerns," I said. "Schedule him for next week." "He says it cannot wait," Devon insisted. "He is threatening to withdraw his support if we do not meet immediately." 

Trent's POVThe response from the Preservation Alliance came within twelve hours. They accepted the challenge of single combat with one condition. Their champion would be Darius Kane, Alpha of the Iron Mountain Pack. Known throughout the supernatural world as The Titan."He has never lost a fight," Jerome said as he showed me Darius's record. "Forty three documented battles over thirty years. All victories. Most by submission. Several by death.""Encouraging," I said dryly. But inside my stomach twisted with dread. I had heard of Darius Kane. Every Alpha had. He was a legend. A warrior who had earned his reputation through decades of brutal combat."You do not have to do this," Celine said. She sat beside me holding Ryan. Her eyes were red from crying. "We can find another way.""There is no other way," I said gently. "This is our best chance. Our only chance is that it does not result in mass casualties.""But you could die," Celine whispered. "Trent, you could actually die.""I coul