Novel & Cerita Lily Luna Potter House

the man muttered, thoughtful. “I am Leonhard, alpha of the Lunar Eclipse pack—or what remains of it. This woman in my arms is my incredible Luna, Victoria. We have been imprisoned separately for the last thirteen years by Fiona and her witches. We are your parents, our dear Liira,” Leonhard said, never taking his eyes off me. How do I know this is true? How can I believe something so unbelievable? I was confused, overwhelmed. I had no idea what to do next. I looked at Jackson, hoping he had answers—but he was just as perplexed as I was.

I turned away before either of them could say another word. Behind me, I heard him shouting my name. "Lilith!" "Lilith!" I kept walking. For once in my life... His voice no longer had any power over me. The deepest section of the dungeon was where prisoners who are condemned to execution where kept. That was where Cole and Ria were imprisoned. The moment they noticed me... Their expressions darkened. Ria stepped toward the bars. "So, the great Luna has come to gloat." I smiled calmly. "No."

"Lily, this is Chrissie Willard from Hourglass Designs...Chrissie, this is--" "Lily King?" Chrissie gasped, think this must be Christmas morning or her fairy godmother was working overtime on the wishes today. Lily King chuckled. "So, you've heard of me. Please, just call me Lily." "Or Lil Lil," Ophelia supplied, and Lily glared, sticking her fists on her swelling waistline. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Chrissie said, walking over to shake Lily's hand. "I had the fortune of designing the interior of the Turner residence in Napa Valley. I believe you built that house. It was beautiful."

Not when we had a future to build. A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in, Lily,” I said without turning. Her scent was unmistakable—honeysuckle and soap. The young maid peeked around the vine-wrapped arch. “Luna, you asked to be reminded?” “Yes,” I smiled. “The shrine. The one in the northern woods.” Lily’s face pinched in concern. “Are you sure you’re strong enough to go that far?” “I have to,” I said, standing slowly, rubbing my back. “It’s time.”

Lucian murmured quietly, leading them down a wide, beautifully lit corridor. When he pushed open the double doors at the end of the hall, Zara's breath hitched in her throat. It wasn't just a guest wing. It was a fully realized, breathtaking nursery and playroom suite. There was a sleek, high tech desk setup for Liam, an indoor pitching mound and sports area for Leo, and a beautiful, canopy bed fit for a princess for Lily. He hadn't just built this house hoping she would return. He had built it preparing for the exact children he had missed.

The morning was cold and quiet. Thin sunlight spread across the trees as Lyra stepped outside with a small bundle of herbs. Her fingers felt stiff from the cold, but her mind was restless. She could not shake the voice of the man she had met in the forest. Luna. He had called her Luna. That word was not supposed to follow her here. It was a name tied to a past she had left behind. She looked back at the cabin. Inside, Isla was still asleep. Her little chest rose and fell with soft breaths, the blanket tucked under her chin. Lyra wished she could keep her like that forever, safe and untouched by the world beyond these woods.

"One billion." The auction hall went graveyard silent. Madison didn't look back at the rows of stunned Alphas. She kept her eyes on the digital board where the Cain Pack’s ancestral hunting grounds—Lot 402—flashed in glowing red numbers. Beside her, Victoria Cain’s face looked like it had been dipped in bleach. Gregory Cain was vibrating, his hands clutching the velvet armrests so hard the seams groaned. "One billion and one dollar," a voice rumbled from the back.

The future alpha who would one day lead this whole pack. Lily forced a smile and followed them toward the house. Luna stayed close to her side, as always. They'd been through everything together, Luna had been a gift when Lily turned thirteen, a magical companion that bonded with her soul. Most werewolves didn't get companions anymore. They were rare, special, and that made them valuable. And dangerous to have. The inside of the cabin was even more beautiful than the outside. Wooden beams crossed the high ceiling, and a stone fireplace took up most of one wall. Comfortable furniture filled the space, and stairs led up to a second floor.

he said. I looked at him from across the kitchen. "Why?" "I want to show you something." I came, he turned the laptop toward me — a property listing, images of a house, somewhere upstate, three hours from the city. Stone exterior, wide windows, a garden that had gone somewhat to wilderness and was better for it. A terrace. A view. "For summer," he said. "Lily's been asking about a garden, a real one, somewhere she can actually…" He stopped, still looking at the listing."I thought if you wanted to see it, we could go up. The three of us."

Hearing that Elena’s party might be canceled, Killian countered unhappily, "Why should this conflict with her party? We actually need a grand banquet right now to lift everyone's spirits." "But... your Luna, Sheilah, still hasn't returned," the elder noted. "Word is she went to gather silverleaf for you." Killian scoffed. "I don't believe a single word. Sheilah would never go gather silverleaf! This is just another one of her lies. She ran away in a tantrum because she's jealous of Elena. It serves her right to suffer a little out there!" Hearing those words, my dead heart somehow still ached.