Chapter Twenty Five
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Chapter Twenty Six
Lunara’s POV
A loud crash from the lower floor jolted me upright.
My eyes snapped open, breath catching in my throat. For a heartbeat, I thought it had been a dream. But then I heard it again–a deep, resonant thud followed by the faint groan of a floorboard. My pulse pounded. I sat up in bed, my wolf bristling beneath my skin.
Was that Killian?
He’d been on patrol tonight with the border scouts, expected back late. Maybe he’d returned early and was grabbing food in the kitchen.
I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. But something was wrong. The pack house was too quiet–eerily still. No comforting hum of guards outside. No sounds from the omega quarters.
Just silence… and that growing scent I couldn’t ignore. One I hadn’t smelled in weeks.No. It
couldn’t be.
I rose, tugging on my robe and stepping out of the room. The cold stone floor bit into my bare feet, but I didn’t care. I padded down the stairs, my body tense, every instinct screaming caution.
I reached the main floor, paused at the edge of the hallway, and peeked into the moonlit
common room.
And froze.Ronan sat sprawled on the leather sofa like he owned the entire territory. The same smug grin on his face. The same dark aura that once haunted my nightmares.
“Miss me, sweetheart?” he said, baring his teeth in what passed for a smile.
I inhaled sharply, gripping the doorframe as shock rooted me in place. How did he get into the pack house? Past the guards? The runes?
Ronan Rose with the fluid arrogance of a predator. He was dressed in rogue black–his scent reeked of decay, of blood and broken bonds. His eyes glinted yellow in the dim light.
“I asked you a question,” he said, voice deceptively calm. “Did you miss me?”
I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?” I managed, my voice low and steady despite the panic bubbling in my throat.
He sighed, feigning disappointment. “That’s not the warm welcome I hoped for.”
He stepped forward.I stepped back.
“Ronan, you’re trespassing on pack land,” I said. “You shouldn’t be here.”
He laughed. “You think that matters to me anymore? I came because I had to see you. You and our pup.”
I blinked. My wolf growled in my chest.
“What pup?” I asked quietly.
His eyes flared. “Don’t lie to me. I saw the healer’s report.” His tone shifted–more desperate thar threatening. “You were carrying my child.”
The old pain ripped through me again like claws through flesh. “Ronan,” I started, gently, trying to
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calm the sudden storm rising in his aura,
He wasn’t listening.
“I’ve made mistakes,” he said, stepping closer. “But this–this changes everything. I can fix this. We can start again.”
“No,” I whispered.
His eyes burned brighter. “Killian doesn’t deserve you. I can give you the life you deserve. You, me, and our pup-”
“There’s no pup,” I said, louder this time.
Silence.
The words hit him like a blow. His entire posture stilled.
“What?” he said, stunned.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I lost the baby. Because of you.”
His expression cracked. “No,” he whispered. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. You threw me–hard–during our last fight. My body couldn’t handle the trauma.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t let it break. “I shifted trying to save the pregnancy, but it was too late.”
His mouth opened, then closed. His wolf stirred beneath the surface, twitching beneath his skin.
“You murdered your own child,” I spat, rage breaking through. “Just like you murdered Ethan.”
His entire body tensed.
“Don’t you dare bring Ethan into this!” he growled, his voice layered with the rough edge of his
wolf’s snarl.
“Why not?” I snapped. “It’s the truth. You killed your son, and you killed your unborn pup. How many more do you want to ruin?”
His eyes flickered black. He was seconds from losing control. But so was I.Then the front door burst open–and Killian stepped inside.
His silver eyes blazed with fury the moment he saw Ronan. Before I could even shout a warning, Ronan’s hand flicked out–and a gleam of iron caught the moonlight.
A silver–bulleted gun. Time slowed. The shot cracked through the air.
Killian jerked backward as the bullet tore through his chest. He staggered and collapsed against the floor, blood soaking through his white shirt.
“Killian!” I screamed, racing toward him.
But Ronan Moved faster. He grabbed me by the wrist, snarling. “You’re not going to him! You’re coming with me!”
I twisted, but his grip was like iron. Still, I didn’t stop. I clawed, kicked, fought.
Killian groaned behind me, and that one sound shattered my last shred of control.
Ronan’s eyes burned wild. “He’s dying, Lunara. Don’t make it worse. Come with me now-”
But he made a mistake. His gaze flicked away from Killian for a second too long.
And that was all Killian needed.
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With a smart Kilhan shifted mid air, claws bursting from his hands as his wat surged forward He tackled Roman from behind in a blur of fur and fury, knocking the gut aside.
The weapon clattered across the floor / lunged for heart hammering as fur and teeth collided behind me
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