Lunara’s POV
Chapter Twenty One
I paced the floor of Killian’s den, my claws threatening to break through my skin as I glanced at the glowing moonstone pendant once again. The soft, rhythmic pulse mirrored the life growing inside me–proof of the pup I carried. His pup.
Tonight was the night. I was going to tell him.
The moment Killian returned, I would say it. I’d rehearsed the words over and over. I didn’t want anything from him. Not a title. Not an obligation. Just the truth.
But as the moon crept higher and the wind howled against the mountain walls, my nerves frayed. He still hadn’t returned.
Frustrated, I tried the mind–link again. Killian?Static.
grabbed the wolfstone, the enchanted obsidian disc we used to track pack members. His aura glimmered faintly–still near the healing springs, far from the den.
With Lila.Always with Lila.
I growled low in my throat and picked up the nearest cloak. My fingers hovered over the latch on the door, but then the wolfstone pulsed again–and before I could take another step, the connection opened.
‘Lunara,” Killian’s voice rasped through the link. Tired. Worn. “I was just about to call you.”
I closed my eyes. “Where are you?”
‘Still with Lila. Her fever spiked again.”
A wave of conflicting emotions crashed through me. Concern… frustration… pain.
‘She refused to be moved to the healer’s temple,” he continued. “She said she’d rather die here than in some cold chamber.”
My stomach twisted. That familiar guilt whispered inside me, but I pushed it down. “Killian…”
‘I’ll return as soon as she stabilizes. I swear it.”
nodded to myself. “Alright,” I said quietly. I didn’t have the strength to argue. Before I could say more, the link faded.
Silence pressed in again. Heavy. Suffocating. This wasn’t the first time I tried to tell him, only for something–or someone–to come between us. The Moon Goddess had a cruel sense of humor.
sat alone, the soft firelight casting long shadows along the stone walls. My wolf whined quietly n my head, unsettled.
He didn’t come home that night.I kept the pendant by my bedside, its glow dimming with the morning light as I opened my eyes to a cold, empty room.
He hadn’t returned.I rose slowly, heart leaden. Was this my future? Always waiting? Always second?
Then the front door creaked open. I rushed to the main hall, my heart thundering. Killian stood there, cloaked in exhaustion. His golden eyes met mine, regret deep in their depths.
“Lunara,” he said, his voice gravelly. “I should’ve reached out. I stayed to monitor Lila’s fever
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She… she nearly shifted in her sleep. I couldn’t leave her alone.”
nodded, lips pressed tightly together. “I understand,” I said, though I didn’t. Not really.
“I’m sorry, amore,” he murmured, stepping closer.
I stepped back, the distance between us no longer just physical. “You don’t need to apologize. We’re not… mated. You’re not bound to me.”
Something shifted in his expression–pain, maybe–but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned and walked away.
The door to his private quarters slammed shut.I flinched.I stood frozen in place before retreating to my own chamber, curling up on the bed with the pendant clutched in my hand like a lifeline.
I didn’t know why the ache in my chest was worse than the night before. Maybe because deep down, I still hoped he would choose me.
Later that afternoon, I heard the front door close again. Killian had left.I sat in silence, the pendant resting on the nightstand next to the discarded wolfstone. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. Maybe it was better this way.
Then came the knock.I stiffened. Killian wouldn’t knock. Footsteps shuffled outside, and before I could reach the door, one of the housekeepers opened it.
“Lady Lila,” she said softly.
My spine went rigid.Lila. She stepped inside, swaying on her feet. Her complexion was pale, but there was a strange, eerie clarity in her eyes. She spotted me and offered a weak smile.
“Lunara,” she said, voice calm. Too calm. “I’m not here for Killian.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Then why are you here?”
She tilted her head. “To talk. Just the two of us.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t trust her. “Would you like some water?”
She nodded, settling herself into a chair with a delicate sigh. “Yes, please.”
I walked into the kitchen, poured two glasses, and returned. I handed her one and kept the other for myself.
“I wanted to apologize,” she said, sipping. “I never intended to come between you two. I’m dying, Lunara. I’ve accepted it. I just… wanted to say this while I still could.”
I sat slowly, watching her closely. Something about her energy felt off.
“I don’t want Killian,” she said, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I never did.”
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Before I could respond, she raised her glass slightly. “Could I have a bit more water?”
I nodded, took her glass, and returned to the kitchen. When I came back, I set her refilled glass beside her and sat down again.
I took a small sip from my own cup. And then–something shifted. The water tasted… wrong.
Metallic. My heart stuttered. My wolf howled in alarm.
I looked up sharply. Lila’s gaze was fixed on me. There was a glint in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. Cold. Triumphant.
I choked as nausea coiled in my gut. The glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the
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stone floor.
Darkness crept into the edges of my vision as realization struck–Something was terribly wrong.
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Lunara’s POV
