روايات وقصص ضمن His Luna Vanished With His Newborn Pup

"Where were you when I was raised by their killers? When I was poisoned and tortured and used?" Luna's expression darkened. "I was building an army. Gathering resources. Planning revenge." She moved to the window, looking out at what I now saw was a thriving pack territory. "That night, twenty-three years ago, I was away on a mission for your father. By the time I got back, the compound was burning. Your parents were dead. And you..." She turned back to me. "You were gone. Damien told everyone you'd died in the fire." "But you knew better."

“Their pack has been conquered, burned to ash. Every den, every home, every shadow that gave them shelter… destroyed. Nothing was left to see the next dawn. Men, women, children… livestock… all gone. Every single one.” He paused, letting the gravity sink in. “Only one remains,” he continued, his voice lowering slightly. “Their Luna. She was not present when we struck. She is the only soul who walked away from the destruction of her pack.” Lucien leaned back in his chair, fingers brushing slowly along his chin as he considered Ronan’s words. His eyes, dark and unyielding, absorbed the full weight of the report.

"Alpha, the Luna is stable. However, her body drained itself completely. To recover her strength, she has slipped into a coma. It could last three days or more... We won't know the full extent of her condition until she wakes up." The entire pack was shattered by the news. As for Killian... a part of him died the moment those words left the doctor's mouth, leaving him moving like a hollow shell. For the next three days, the entire pack gathered at the Moon Goddess temple, praying nonstop for their Luna's recovery. Elara arrived at the hospital with the newborn pup, who had grown stronger and was now out of immediate danger. Finally, after three long days, Isabella opened her eyes.

“No. The wolves ended it. Every time they chose. I just showed them the door. They walked through it.” Hope climbed into their laps, now too big to fit but trying anyway. “Mama, will there always be new moons?” Luna held her tight and looked up at the endless sky. “Yes, baby. As long as wolves keep choosing, the sky will keep growing.” Above them, a new tiny moon appeared. White and bright and brand new. A pup had been born that night. A new choice had been made. Luna pressed a kiss to Hope’s forehead. To Damian’s lips. To her own crescent mark.

“I know.” Mara looked at her. “But it’s working.” Luna nodded again. --- Day one hundred and ten, the first pup was born in the joint territory. Mother was Red Fang. Father was River Claw. No one made a comment about it. No one needed to. Luna visited the den that night. The pup was healthy. Loud. Alive. Luna stayed for an hour, just watching. Kael found her there. “You’re thinking,” Kael said. Luna nodded. “About what happens when they’re grown.”

I asked, snapping him back to reality. “Luna Selene is gone,” he said. Just words. But they split the room open. Gone. Luna. His mate. The woman the Moon itself had chosen. How is that even possible? My lips parted. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe. He continued, voice like steady iron. “Until she is found, the pack must remain unaware of her dissappearance. Our enemies must not sense weakness.” I swallowed. My instinct was obedience. Always had been.

But I was moving forward. For now, that was enough. That evening, I went to the community centre to collect a few supplies. I had barely finished speaking to the woman at the desk when I noticed two people talking near the entrance. I wasn’t trying to listen, but one of them mentioned Blood Moon. “Apparently, their missing Luna has disappeared while pregnant,” a man said quietly. “Someone claims she was seen looking unwell before she left.” “Is that confirmed?” “No. It’s a rumour. But if it’s true, Alpha Aiden will have even more reason to find her.”

Elena's POV I could barely recognize who I was as I stood at the glass wall of my office, staring at the woman who was not even close to who she was five years ago. When my wolf awakened, everything about me changed. I am a new person. I'm not alone anymore. I have the wolf living underneath my skin…and my daughter, Nora, who is my world. I don't regret the day I left the silvermoon pack. Back then, I was a weak, frail Omega, who was disrespected by everyone.

Her words followed me into the night, and I clutched them close as I made my way home through the dark. I was halfway to the front door when I saw Lena standing by the gate, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at me with something between amusement and contempt, her lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Out for a walk, Luna?" she asked, her voice sweet and mocking. I said nothing, trying to walk past her, but she stepped into my path and blocked my way. "You should know something," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Barren Lunas who can't give their mates children should know when to step aside. You're nothing but a burden to him. A reminder of everything he

“Now help me build what comes after.” Around us, the den began again. Not untouched. Never innocent. But honest. The dead had names. The house had no hidden throat beneath it. The routes were cut. Children cried for breakfast instead of from the walls. Wolves held one another because they chose to, not because fear had arranged them into patterns. And as the sun lifted over the burial hollow and found us there—witness, sovereign, pack, and all the living future still trembling in the wake of survival—I understood at last that this was what a true Luna was meant to guard. Not obedience. Not fate. A home where nothing hidden got to decide love’s shape again.