All Chapters of THE SPARE LUNA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next few weeks passed quietly inside Blackridge. Aria’s pregnancy continued without another serious problem. The healers examined her every morning and evening. They watched her eating, checked her pulse, listened to the baby, and made sure she took every medicine given to her. The Luna did not allow anyone to take chances. “Do not let her overwork herself,” she told the servants one morning. “She barely leaves her room,” one maid replied. “Then make sure she walks for a little while. Too much rest is not good either.” “Yes, Luna.” Aria heard them from her bed and smiled. For the first time, she was being treated like someone important. She now had four maids attending to her. Her meals were prepared separately, and the healers brought better medicine. Even the way people spoke to her had changed. Before, some servants had looked at her as the woman who had taken Malia’s place. Now they looked at her as the mother of the Blackridge heir. Aria loved it. Every day, her c

At the shelter. The footsteps came closer.I tightened my grip on the knife and pulled my baby against my chest. My body was still weak from the birth. Every muscle ached, every movement sent a dull warning through me, but fear gave me enough strength to stand.Another branch snapped outside. Someone was coming. I held my breath. The door opened.I raised the knife. “Stay back!”A woman froze in the doorway.For one terrible second I thought Blackridge had found me. Then I saw her face.“Lydia?”Her eyes widened. “Malia?”The knife slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor.Lydia rushed inside and wrapped her arms around me. I nearly collapsed. She caught me and held on tightly.“Oh, Malia.” Her voice broke. “I thought I would never find you.”I closed my eyes. For months I had imagined seeing a familiar face again, hearing Lydia’s voice. I had never truly believed it would happen. I held her just as tightly.“You found me.”“I searched everywhere.” She pulled back and looked at

Two months had passed since Derek was born.Life had changed in ways I never expected.The shelter that once felt small and lonely had become our home. During the first week after Lydia and Mara arrived, the three of us worked together to make it bigger. Lydia used her strength to move heavy branches, while Mara gathered wood and leaves. I handled whatever my body allowed.By the end of the week, we had enough space for all three of us and Derek.It was not beautiful, but it was ours.Our days were simple.Mara helped me bathe Derek and dress him. She was always careful with him, especially at night when the cold became stronger. She could spend several minutes wrapping him properly before placing him beside me.I breastfed him whenever he was hungry.Lydia took care of the work outside. She hunted, gathered food, and searched for anything useful around the forest. She was a strong wolf, and she moved through the woods with confidence.“You should stay inside,” she told me one morning

The day of the feast finally arrived. Blackridge had never prepared a celebration this large for a pregnancy. The great hall was decorated with silver and black banners, long tables filled with food, and flowers brought from neighboring territories. Representatives from different packs arrived throughout the morning. They came to congratulate Blackridge. More importantly, they came to witness the woman carrying the heir everyone had been waiting for. Aria entered the hall beside Deucalion. The conversations grew louder. “There she is.” “Eight months.” “She actually made it.” “Only one month remains.” Aria heard every word. She smiled proudly as she walked beside Deucalion. The excitement surrounding the child was not simply because Blackridge wanted an heir. Their bloodline had always been difficult to continue. Years ago, during the time of Deucalion’s father, the same problem had existed. Strong women were rare among those chosen to carry the Blackridge bloodline. Preg

The castle was thrown into chaos. Aria’s scream had brought everyone running. Healers rushed into the room with their supplies while servants stood outside, whispering and praying. Deucalion remained beside Aria. “Stay with me,” he said, holding her hand. Another wave of pain tore through her. “I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” She squeezed his hand until her fingers hurt. “I am scared.” Deucalion leaned closer. “You are strong. Our child will soon be in our arms.” Aria closed her eyes and held onto his words. Outside the room, Blackridge was already preparing for the celebration. Tables were being covered with white cloth. Food was being prepared. Guests were expected to arrive soon. Everyone believed this was finally the day. The day Blackridge would receive its heir. The Luna rushed into the room. “What is happening?” One of the healers turned toward her. “Her labor has started.” The Luna looked at Aria, then at Deucalion. “Do everything possible.” “We will.” “No matter what i