All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN LUNA: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Say his name again, Selene. Say it slowly. If you are wrong, we lose an hour. If you are right, I will never forgive my father or myself. Tell me it is not Toby."Selene stayed on her knees in the snow. Blood had dried dark on her sleeve. She would not meet my eyes."I cannot tell you that," she said. "I saw the boy in your father's arms. He still had his stable apron on. He was holding a little wooden wolf."The cave went silent. Even the fire seemed to shrink.Toby. Ten years old, ink on his fingers, straw in his hair. The boy who followed me out of the stables every morning, asking questions faster than I could answer. I had taught him to whittle on the pack house steps last winter. He had cut his thumb and laughed about it."He showed me that notch four times," I said. My voice sounded like someone else's. "Four times, Lyra. He wanted me to see it, and I never did."Lyra's face had gone white. "You walked past him every day.""So did you.""I know." She presse

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Read it again, Briar. Slowly. I know that handwriting. I have known it since I was six years old and an old man with ink on his sleeves taught me my letters."Briar unfolded the note with shaking fingers. Lyra took one corner, I took the other, and we held it flat between us in the firelight. The paper was soft as an old shirt. The ink had faded to the color of tea."Keep the boy hidden," Briar read. "Tell no one in Ashwood. When the Thorne girl is grown and the blood moon draws near, put the wolf in his hands and let him choose his own name. Burn this. C."Nobody moved."C," Lyra said. "For Corwin.""For Corwin." I sat down hard on the cold stone. "He put the child on the Hales' step. He knew Damon would come looking. He hid him in plain sight, in my own stables, for nine years, and he never said one word to me.""He was trying to protect Toby," Marcus said."He was trying to protect Toby from me." It came out raw. "From the family I come from. He taught me to re

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Sit down, Kaelan. Eat something. Whatever you believe about me tonight, you are still my son, and I am still your father. Let us not begin with knives."I walked into the tent with my hand on my mother's blade. The brazier threw gold light across my father's face. He looked older than he had at the council hall, gray at the temples, the lines around his mouth cut deep. A table stood between us with bread, cold meat, and a jug of water. Behind him, against the far wall, sat Toby with his eyes screwed shut, counting under his breath. He was up to sixty."You lined the tent with silverwood ash," I said."Hargrave's idea. It cuts bonds, so no one can feel through the walls." He shrugged. "I did not want your Omega to hear what I am about to say. She would have run in here and made a scene.""Her name is Lyra.""Her name is a problem." He poured water into a cup, calmly. "I will make this simple, because you were always better with simple. Tomorrow at moonrise, the cou

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Do not look at your father, Kaelan. Look at his friend. The left hand, the one turning that silver ring. I know that ring now. I know exactly where I saw it before."Selene's whisper was so thin that I felt it more than heard it. We were lying flat in the frozen grass on the ridge above Stone Hollow, three shapes in the dark. Marcus lay on my left with his sword beside him. Selene lay on my right, her cheek almost touching the snow. Below us the camp glowed like a bowl of coals. Torches. Tents. The pale shape of the Stone.It was nearly midnight. Lyra and Briar had left an hour ago, melting into the trees toward the river, and every minute since had felt like a year."Which ring?" I asked."The one on his little finger." She pointed with her chin. "Hargrave is sitting on the bench beside the fire. See? He keeps turning it. He has done it all night."I looked. Hargrave sat with a blanket over his knees, thin and bald and harmless as a grandfather. His left hand lay

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Wake up, Briar. Please. Open your eyes and tell me she is not in that water. Tell me she did not go in after you. Tell me anything at all."I knelt on the bank in the freezing mud with Briar Hale's head in my lap. Her lips were blue. Her red hair clung to her face like seaweed, and water ran from her sleeves in thin black streams. She had washed up in a pile of dead branches half a mile below the ledge, where Marcus had spotted the glint of her belt buckle in the moonlight. She was breathing. Barely. And under her coat, wrapped in oilcloth and clamped to her chest with both arms, she still held a rolled scroll."Her heart is strong," Selene said. She had stripped off Briar's wet coat and wrapped her in mine, rubbing her hands with frantic speed. "She swallowed a lot of river. Keep her turned on her side.""I am trying.""I know you are." Her voice cracked. "Kaelan, breathe."I did not know how. My lungs had stopped working the moment I saw the ledge. The iron key