Chapter 55 SERGIO'S POV The night had never felt so suffocating. I stood at the edge of the pack house, my hands clenched at my sides, my breath slow and controlled—but only just. Every muscle in my body tensed as the weight of an impossible decision bore down on me like a mountain pressing against my chest. Two choices. Neither of them acceptable. Arianna lay inside, fragile and fighting for her life. The poison was still coursing through her veins, and although the healers had managed to slow its spread, they had no cure—at least, not yet. Someone had tried to kill her. Someone within my pack. Leaving her now meant trusting that whoever was behind this attack wouldn’t try again. But my daughter—Athena—was gone. Taken. Stolen from under my roof, right from her bed, and I had no idea where she was or who had her. The scouts had found faint traces of a path leading into the dense forest, but nothing concrete, nothing that told me how close—or how far—she was. If I didn’t go now, I
Sergio's POV The night was cold—too cold—and the wind seemed to slice through my coat like a blade. I could feel it on my skin, a sharp, biting reminder that something was off. I was no stranger to the chill of the wild, but tonight it felt different. There was a weight in the air, a tension that gripped my chest as we approached the gates of the Night Shade Pack’s stronghold. Behind me, I could hear the soft rustle of my pack members—silent, watchful, their movements a quiet acknowledgment of the danger we were walking into. I didn’t need to look at them to know they were just as tense as I was. The King of the Night Shade Pack wasn’t someone you walked up to without expecting consequences. I had heard whispers about him for years. Some called him a ghost, a tyrant, others claimed he had made a pact with the shadows themselves. Whatever the truth was, I wasn’t sure, but I was here now, and I would find out. It was time to face the man who had been a legend in the pack for so long.
Sergio's POV I marched into Logan's pack territory with a coldness that matches the air around me. The wind bites at my skin, tugging at the hem of my jacket as if to warn me that the answers I’m searching for won’t be so easily found. But I don’t care. I’ve crossed too many lines and fought too many battles to let hesitation slow me now. Not when there’s a child involved. Not when there’s a lie festering at the heart of everything. The scent of the pack is thick in the air, familiar but altered—darker, more unsettling than I remember. I don’t know why it strikes me this way now. Maybe it’s because I’m not here to negotiate, not here to be a part of their politics or their games. I’m here for something that belongs to me, something I’ve lost—and I’m not leaving without it. As I approach the clearing near Logan’s home, I can see him standing there, his broad form silhouetted against the fading light of the evening. The way he stands—still, poised—there’s no mistaking his power, his s
Sergio's POV The meal Miriam laid out wasn’t extravagant, but it might as well have been a feast for the way it filled the hollowness inside me. Roasted vegetables, seasoned to perfection, warm bread fresh from the oven, and a hearty stew that chased the chill from my bones. Each bite was a reminder of what I’d been missing, the kind of comfort that couldn’t be bought or forced—only given. We ate in companionable silence, Daniel and Miriam slipping into their familiar rhythm of light conversation and gentle teasing, their affection for each other a steady undercurrent that made the walls of their home feel more alive. I listened, contributed when I could, though my mind was still spinning with Logan’s lies and the gnawing uncertainty of Athena’s whereabouts. When the plates were cleared and Miriam set a steaming cup of tea in front of me, her eyes found mine with that soft, motherly concern that always unraveled my defenses. “Sergio,” she began gently, her voice a balm on the r
ARIANNA’S POV The room had fallen into an eerie stillness, one that wrapped around me like a thick, suffocating fog. The only sounds were the distant crackling of the fireplace and the quiet shuffle of Mia shifting in her seat. It had been hours since Sergio left. The moment the guards had stormed in, their voices clipped and urgent, I knew something had gone wrong. Sergio’s eyes had flickered with something unreadable—concern, maybe, or frustration—but he had gone without argument, without a second glance in my direction. And he hadn’t come back. I swallowed against the lump forming in my throat, my fingers curling into the thick fabric of the blanket draped over my lap. It was too warm, too heavy, pressing against my skin like a weight I couldn’t shake off. Mia and Alaric sat near the door, unmoving, their eyes constantly scanning the room like predators on high alert. They weren’t just keeping watch—they were guarding me. From what? Or… from who? The air felt thick
ARIANNA’S POV This chapter is a shout out to Ann Sinclair for reading this book and making it this far. ~~Flashback~~ The throne room felt colder now. The air was thick with something heavy, something suffocating, pressing down on my lungs like an unseen force. Shadows curled at the edges of the grand hall, shifting as if they were alive, whispering secrets I couldn’t hear. I stood frozen in place, my pulse hammering in my ears as I faced the two figures before me. The woman on the throne. And her. My alter ego stood beside the queen-like figure, watching me with the same quiet intensity she always did. She was me, yet she wasn’t—her presence was sharper, more defined, as though she had long accepted a truth I was still struggling to grasp. The woman leaned forward, her golden eyes gleaming with something dark and knowing. “I warned you,” she murmured. The words slithered into my ears, coiling around my mind like a serpent. I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay ste
Arianna’s POV The tension in the room was suffocating. The weight of Sergio’s absence pressed heavily on my chest, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, it did nothing to ease the unease clawing at me. My hands clenched at my sides as I swallowed past the bitterness curling in my throat. I didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about the way he left. The way no one thought to tell me. The way it felt like I was *an afterthought*. I forced myself to focus on something else—anything else—before the storm inside me swallowed me whole. “I need a drink,” I said abruptly, my voice sharper than I intended. Mia and Alaric both tensed slightly. Mia glanced toward the door, probably about to call one of the maids, but before she could, Alaric stepped forward. “I’ll get it,” he said, turning on his heel before I could respond. I frowned. Something about it felt… off. Alaric had never hesitated to have others handle menial tasks before. He was a warrior, n
Logan's POV The house felt suffocating, its walls closing in on me as I stood by the window, watching the night fall like a shroud over everything. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and oppressive, as if the very atmosphere was bracing for something, waiting for it to happen. I could almost taste it—the adrenaline, the anticipation. This was my game, my plan, and Athena was exactly where I wanted her. The kidnapping had gone off without a hitch, like a well-rehearsed dance. Every detail, every move, had been mapped out, and there was no room for error. But as I stood there, my eyes glued to the horizon, something shifted. I didn’t need to be a genius to know that something was wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “Elena,” I muttered under my breath, turning toward the sound of her soft footsteps behind me. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she paused, her figure barely visible in the dim light, but I knew she was there. I could always sense her pres
Author’s NoteAs I write these final words and close the chapter on Chasing His Stunning Luna, my heart feels both full and unbearably heavy. This book has been a journey—one that I poured my soul into, one that became a part of me in ways I never imagined. The characters, their struggles, their triumphs, their love—they were not just words on a page but living, breathing parts of my heart. And now, having to say goodbye to them feels like losing dear friends.This story was not just a tale of love, redemption, and strength—it was my anchor during some of the toughest days of my life. While crafting Arianna and Sergio’s world, I faced personal battles of my own, struggling with health difficulties that made writing a challenge.Updates were a hassle to do, writing was a hassle. I thought of abandoning this book, I thought of just giving up as I was so exhausted but a lot of you readers stood by me and supported me. There were days I could barely focus, days when I questioned whether
The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the training grounds. The sound of fists meeting flesh, the rhythmic thuds of bodies hitting the ground, and the sharp bark of commands filled the air.Arianna stood at the center of it all, her presence commanding, radiating both power and grace. She was no longer the hesitant Luna of the past but a leader who had fully embraced her role. Clad in a fitted black training suit that accentuated her toned physique, her golden-brown hair was tied into a thick braid that cascaded down her back, strands sticking to her sweat-dampened skin as she moved with fluid precision."Again!" she called out, her voice firm yet encouraging. "I want strength in every move! No hesitations!"The Gammas followed her command without question, executing a series of swift, lethal movements as they sparred in pairs. Arianna walked among them, correcting stances, blocking sloppy punches, and offering sharp critiques where needed. Her golden
ARIANNAIf I was able to curse in my wolf form, I would curse at this point!Sergio stood to his feet immediately and I looked over at the battlefield.It was chaos, the air thick with the scent of blood and burning wood. My chest heaved as I stood amidst the carnage, my gaze locked onto the massive wolf lying in a broken heap before me. Logan’s father.My body trembled from the force of my last attack. He had been aiming for Sergio—his massive frame crashing into my mate with the force of a hurricane. The sound of bones snapping echoed in my ears, and a cold rage settled deep inside me. Sergio groaned, but he was alive. My heart clenched at the sight of his battered body, but I couldn't allow myself to falter. Not now.The beast’s golden eyes flickered, his breath coming in short, labored pants. He was still alive, still trying to move. My glare bore into him, a silent promise that he would not leave this battlefield alive. He had hurt my mate. That alone sealed his fate.A sudden
ARINNA “Sergio,” I rasped, my voice a broken whisper, the name barely making it past my lips. He turned sharply, his dark eyes locking onto mine, immediately scanning me for injuries I think as I stood from the floor. “Baby?” I stopped short, my pulse drumming in my ears. I needed to say it, but the words felt like glass in my throat, sharp and impossible to swallow. I swallowed hard. “It’s Annika.” His brows drew together, his body tensing like a bowstring being pulled tight. “What about Annika?” His voice was rough, wary, as if he already knew but refused to believe it. I forced the words out before they could strangle me. “Silas has her. He brought her for us, I'm sure you can use her as bait. Sergio didn’t move. Didn’t speak. For a heartbeat, he was stone, silent and unreadable. Then, like a dam breaking, the realization slammed into him, and his entire body snapped taut. “What?” The word was a blade, sharp and deadly. I nodded, my breath coming fast. “He caught her. And
ARIANNA "We’re ready." The elder finally announced, his voice steady but grim as he turned to face me and I gulped. My heart was beating fast, really fast at this stage. Nothing can go wrong, I can't afford it. Dear goddess, if you're listening, please make this work. He motioned for the guards standing by the entrance. Two of them stepped forward, their heavy boots thudding against the cold stone floor. Their faces were set, but I could see the doubt lurking in their eyes. They had watched Sergio slip further and further away. They had seen me breaking apart with every breath he failed to take. And now, they were seeing my hope—the last shred of it—held in the elders calloused hands and whatever that potion is that he was holding. "Carefully." He instructed with a scrunched up face as they bent over him. The wound was still fresh yet it seemed like it was decaying and I thanked the moon goddess at least for the fact that he slipped into unconsciousness because the pai
ARIANNA I turned to Silas, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest as my mind went back to the fact Sergio hadn't woken up yet. "You brought her here. You hide her. Somewhere no one will find her. Chain her up, make sure she can’t escape." Silas narrowed his eyes, nodding and then began scratching his head like he was shy of something. "Alright I'll do so." I turned to Mia for some back up but she just threw her hands up and leaned in to whisper. "He's thrilled and a little shy. To them, if someone ever gives a task, which means the person traits you. You could never understand their rules." She shrugged and I nodded in understanding. "What if she decides to be stubborn and thrash out or fight me? Can I hit her?" I almost bursted out in laughter but just let out a sharp breath. "Make sure she doesn’t get the chance. Just do it anyway you can before anyone sees her. We don’t need unnecessary attention." He nodded once and dragged Annika away into the, her muffle
ARIANNA. "Hello, ladies." We heard a voice call as we were running towards the kitchen and we halted, turning to see Silas. Ahh, Silas! That reminds me, I really wanted to talk to him. "Silas right?" I called stretching my hands out for a handshake and he took it gracefully, leaning forward to kiss it and I stared at Mia with a confused smile. "Formal greeting. Uncle Zed trained all of them, they all do it." That was true, from Sergio to Alaric and now Silas, they all did it. I might need to have a little backstory on uncle Zed but absolutely not now that my Brian is in jumbles. "Yeah, Silas. Mia, how are you doing?" She flipped her hair and held out her hands and he chuckled before taking it and planting a soft peck. "I have something that might interest the both of you." Mia giggled almost immediately grabbing my hand. "Sure, show us." I was confused, really confused on what would possibly interest me apart from the herbs at this point and he just motioned for us to
ARIANNA. He had slipped in and out of consciousness twice already and it wasn't even getting any funnier. The pack elders all stood roundabout him, chattering in low tones yet no productive effort had been made. They had actually tried to stop the blood from flowing out which was better but he was still far from being healthy and that's exactly what I wanted for him, I wanted him to be healthy. "So all your years of experience, none of you had seen this kind of wound?" I questioned and they shook their head I negativity and I moved to slam my fist into the wall but instead slammed it on Alaric's palm. He had our his hands just there in time and I swallowed. "Sergio will recover and I'm not ready to answer as any question as to why there are scars on your first." He stated and I sighed taking a deep breath as I tried to control myself. Deep inside of me, I was loosing my mind. I was loosing my fucking mind. "Some of the elders are still on their way though so rest assured
SERGIO Blood spurted for. the exact point where he had stabbed me and I fell to my knees as the wound was unable to heal. I glared at him while Elder Zed or would I say, Father as I've always called him stared at the both of us in horror. "What the hell, Logan? You never told me that you killed your mother and that now you'd kill your uncle top?" He sounded displeased but almost confused like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. "Say no fucking word." Logan instructed and I gagged for Uncle Zed's sake. "That's wolfsbane. It's not going to heal, the only reason why I'm still keeping you alive is the fact that I want you to see me claim your pack right from under your nose. Claim my daughter and her mother." Logan smirked but my vision suddenly became blurry and I was unsure of what to say. "Sergio, baby..." Arianna came running towards me and I had to use l ounce of energy I had left in me to mindlink her. *Don't. Don't come. I'm going to survive this, but what I'm