All Chapters of The Barren Luna's Secret: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Freya’s POVGavin brought Ethan to the border in a convoy of five of our vehicles, each one filled with elite warriors except for Ethan’s seat. We came in a different car with Father. Vivian had set him up with a portable IV and a reclining chair. Kael and Logan were in the front. I sat in the back with Father and held his hand the entire ride.We got out at the border of Silvermoon territory. Ethan was already standing outside his vehicle, surrounded by the elite warriors. He looked calm and relaxed as if this were just a normal routine. Ethan saw Father in the chair, and he smiled.“He looks great. Really. The picture of health,” Ethan mocked. “You sure you want to waste a potion on him? He looks like he might not make it through the next hour, let alone the day.”“Shut up, Ethan,” Kael said.“I’m just saying. The dormant potion knocks him out for what, twelve hours? Twenty-four? You all keep telling yourselves he’ll wake up, but I’m not so sure. A man in his shape goes to sleep, so

Freya’s POVLogan looked awful. He had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days. The scratches I left on his neck were covered with bandages. Logan had stayed in that chair by my bed the whole time I was unconscious, and seeing him there made me feel so guilty that I had to look away.‘He will forgive us,’ my wolf reassured me.‘I don’t deserve forgiveness for hurting him like this,’ I said, and then noticed an envelope on the table next to the bed. My father’s handwriting was on the front.I picked it up with shaking hands and opened it.Freya,If you are reading this, I have died by Ethan’s trickery. I knew from the start that something was wrong when Ethan offered you the potions. He is just like his father. Graham coveted Silvermoon's power, and I suspected Ethan felt the same. With my death, I was right.Do not blame Logan. I asked him to end my life if the potion made me lose control. He didn’t want to. He fought me, but I made him promise because there was no o

Freya’s POVThe next day gray clouds hung low over Silvermoon, making it feel like the Moon Goddess was mourning with us. I stood in front of my mirror, studying my reflection. My hair was pulled back in a bun. I wore the Lunaris Tiara with a simple, black gown. Logan came in quietly and closed the door with a soft click. He wore a black suit, which made his eyes look even more intense."Are you okay?” he asked.I shook my head. "No, but I will be.”Logan turned me gently to face him. His thumbs brushed against my collarbone in small, soothing circles. "Freya, you don’t have to be strong in front of me.”I looked up at him and saw concern in every line of his face. I wanted to lean into him and let him hold me until the pain faded. But there was no time. Lately, there never seemed to be enough time.“I can’t,” I told him, “because if I let myself now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull myself back together.”Logan studied me for a short moment before nodding. "I already double-che

Logan’s POVGavin did not hesitate. He reached out and grabbed Kent firmly by the arm, ready to drag him toward the exit. Kent jerked his arm free with a quick twist. He shoved Gavin backward, then turned sharply to face me, his eyes blazing with anger."You do not get to make that call. Kael is the Alpha King, not you,” Kent growled. “You are disrespecting him by deciding what happens to me without his word!"My wolf bristled, hackles rising with a low growl as Kent defied my order. Still, he was right. I did not really have the right to decide his fate, even if I was sure Kael would not challenge me."Stand down, Gavin. My apologies. I acted rashly."That was not true. I had been thinking about it for the past hour, ever since the Harvest Gathering. Letting Kent think he had the upper hand did not cost me anything."Marrying the Alpha King's daughter does not make you superior to me, Logan. We are both Alphas. You do not get to order my exile because you do not like my suggestions,”

Freya’s POVI walked down the path to the rose garden. The maids were there when I turned the last corner. Two of them were pruning the bushes while the other held a basket.“Hello, Princess Freya,” one of them greeted me. “Do you need anything tonight?”“No. Please leave me alone,” I said flatly, my voice coming out harsher than intended.They exchanged uneasy glances, one whispering to the other two, before both bowed and walked out of the garden.I picked up a pair of shears from the stone bench and walked over to the first bush. Father learned to love rose bushes. It was Mother who had convinced him of their beauty. When I was little, we pruned the bushes together.“Running a pack is just like taking care of a rose bush,” he had told me as he pointed out a cane. “You have to be able to spot those that took strength from the others without giving anything back to ensure the safety and health of the pack.”Father knew how to relate to me. He used the roses to teach me about politics