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Emily's POVThe room still hummed with the remnants of our closeness—skin on skin, breath against breath, the weight of secrets momentarily stripped away by the warmth of his touch. I lay beside Fayne, the sheet barely covering me, my body still tingling from everything he’d given me… and everything he hadn’t said.He was quiet now, one hand tucked beneath his head, his other resting over my waist like a quiet claim. The rise and fall of his chest matched the rhythm of my thoughts—slow, cautious, a beat away from asking the one question that had been clawing its way up my throat.I tilted my head toward him, watching the soft lines of his face. He looked peaceful, even beautiful in that brutal kind of way only warriors are—scarred and carved by life but still standing. Still mine.For now.“Fayne,” I said softly.His eyes opened, deep and golden, flicking to mine. “Yeah?”I swallowed the hesitation. There was no space left for fear. Not between us.“If it ever came down to it… would y
Last Updated : 2025-03-22The THORN LUNA Chapter One hundred and Twelve
Fayne’s POVI knew what was in that letter.The way her fingers lingered on the envelope. The cool steadiness in her voice when she told me not to get caught. The faint shadow in her eyes that said more than her lips ever would.It wasn’t just a message.It was a sentence.My sentence.I’d seen enough of war, betrayal, and broken promises to know when someone was tying off loose ends. Emily wasn’t the kind of woman who sent love notes wrapped in silk. She was sharper than steel and more dangerous than any Alpha I’d ever bowed to. She didn’t beg for loyalty—she tested it. And sometimes… she buried it.Still, I didn’t care.If this was the way she wanted me to prove my loyalty—walking into my death with a kiss on my lips and her name in my chest—I’d do it. No questions. No hesitation.That’s what loving her felt like.Like falling on your sword and smiling while the blade pushed deeper.When she left my room that night, I watched the door longer than I should have, memorizing the soft s
Last Updated : 2025-03-22The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen
Emily's POV"Do you think he’ll survive?"I asked the question aloud, even though I already knew the answer. Maybe I just wanted to hear someone else say it—to confirm it, or deny it. Either way, the air in the room was too still. The silence made my skin crawl.Melissa, perched across from me in her usual way—elegant, smug, and mildly amused—raised an eyebrow. "You mean Fayne?"I didn’t bother answering. She knew."You sent him with a letter that would have any Alpha slit his throat on sight." She tilted her head. "So tell me, Emily… why are you suddenly hoping he survives?"I looked down at the wine glass in my hand. The red liquid swirled slowly, dark as blood. Everything was too quiet. Too calm. Too perfect."I don’t like attachments," I said finally. "They make me soft. Unfocused. Vulnerable."Melissa leaned forward. "You didn’t answer the question."I hated how sharp she was. She could slice through pretense in a single sentence. A weapon in silk."Maybe," I said slowly, "it’s t
Last Updated : 2025-03-23The THORN LUNA One hundred and Fourteen
Emily's POV He survived.The words echoed in my head like a curse whispered by fate. I stood by the high arched window, my fingers curled around the cold stone ledge, watching the figure limping through the courtyard below.Fayne.Bloodied. Bruised. Burned by betrayal.And still walking toward me.I should have felt… something.Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance that he had the audacity to live when I'd sent him to die. But all I felt was heat in my chest—a sharp, stinging warmth I hated.Attachment. That filthy word.Melissa’s voice echoed from our last conversation. *"You wanted him dead. So why are you hoping he survives?"*Because I *knew* he would. Somewhere in the depths of me, I always knew Fayne wouldn’t go down without dragging hell with him. That was why I’d chosen him in the first place—for his fire. For his blind, foolish loyalty.But I never expected it to sting like this.I turned from the window as the heavy door creaked behind me.Link, silent and deadly as ever, step
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Emily's POV “She tripped and fell.”Link stood at the edge of my chamber, hands behind his back, posture razor-straight as always. But there was a glint in his eye—calculated calm, the kind only he could wear like second skin.“She was walking back from the infirmary alone,” he continued. “Fell down the slope near the west barracks. Hit her side on a rock. The medics said the internal bleeding was too much. She died before she could be saved. So did the child.”My spine remained stiff, but I felt my hands twitch slightly where they rested on the arms of the chair. I kept my expression composed, but a strange tightness curled around my chest.Esther.And the child.I looked away, fixing my eyes on the fireplace. The flames danced innocently, unaware—or perhaps completely complicit. I didn’t speak for a long moment. My thoughts churned beneath a surface I refused to crack.“I see,” I finally said.“She didn’t suffer long,” Link added.He wasn’t offering comfort. He wasn’t the comfortin
Last Updated : 2025-03-24The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen
Emily's POV Link trailed behind me silently as I made my way to the gate, his presence quiet and deadly. Before I could even question what her true motives were, there she stood—tall, commanding, with golden eyes that didn’t flinch in the face of blood.“Alpha Rosie,” I greeted, letting the title slip off my tongue with a pleasant sharpness. “Welcome to Galahad.”She gave a cool nod, her hands folded behind her back, but her gaze was sharp. “You’re Emily.”“I am,” I said, matching her posture. “Alpha of Galahad.”Her eyes flicked toward Link, then to the guards posted behind me, and finally back to me. “Alpha Jacob’s... departure was abrupt.”“A difficult transition for the entire pack,” I said smoothly. “But one we’ve weathered. Galahad stands.”Rosie didn’t blink. “I received a letter. It said he was unwell. It was hurried. Unfamiliar. I came because I don’t trust words written in a stranger’s hand.”I tilted my head slightly. “Stranger? You wound me. I was Jacob’s confidant long b
Last Updated : 2025-03-24The THORN LUNA One hundred and Seventeen
Emily's POV Rosie didn’t blink. “Not the way you mean. But yes. He was family. He would’ve bled for me. I would’ve bled for him. That’s the kind of bond we had.”That was dangerous.That kind of bond meant she wouldn’t give up until she found answers—and if she ever sensed the truth, she’d become a problem I couldn’t ignore.“I miss him too,” I said softly, folding my hands. “But the pack needs strength now. Not ghosts.”“And yet,” she murmured, “I don’t see his strength in you. I see ambition. Cold hands, warm smile. Like someone who’s already buried too many secrets.”I tilted my head, keeping the mask of calm in place.“Secrets are necessary. Especially when enemies linger at the gate.”“And what do you consider *me*, Emily? An enemy?”“No,” I said. “But I’ve been surrounded by wolves who smiled while sharpening their teeth. You learn not to trust too easily.”“I’d say the same of you.”We were silent for a beat. She was testing me. Measuring. And I needed to guide her toward the
Last Updated : 2025-03-25The THORN LUNA One hundred and Eighteen
Emily's POV Gasps rippled through the crowd, disbelief flashing across their faces. “He fought bravely,” I continued, my voice unwavering. “But even the strongest among us cannot escape fate. His spirit now runs with the ancestors.” Whispers surged like a rising tide. Doubt. Uncertainty. Then— “Where is his body?” The challenge came from a warrior near the front, his arms crossed, his expression wary. Others murmured in agreement. I met his gaze head-on. “His body has been laid to rest, in accordance with our sacred customs. His burial is private, as per tradition.” It was a carefully chosen response. A body buried was a body that could not be questioned. The tension in the room did not ease. I could feel the doubt thickening, wrapping around me like a slow, creeping vine. Then came the voice that cut through the murmurs like a blade. “I don’t believe it.” The words were sharp. Defiant. Alpha Rosie. She stepped forward, her presence as commanding as ever. Dr
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The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Eight
Emily's POV “You’re sure?” he asked, voice hoarse.“I am.”He pressed his forehead to mine. “Emily, you’ve already given me so much. But this… this is everything.”We stood there for a long time, wrapped in silence and a joy too sacred to speak of. Then he kissed me—tender and slow, reverent like he was kissing the future itself.When we pulled apart, I took his hand and placed it over my belly. “We’re going to raise her in a world better than the one we inherited.”He nodded, jaw set with purpose. “We’ll protect her, always.”“No,” I said, smiling faintly. “We’ll *prepare* her. She’s not meant to be shielded. She’s meant to lead.”He blinked, and I knew he understood.I wasn't just thinking of names or lullabies. I was thinking of legacy. Of laws that needed changing. Of villages still recovering. Of the young females in our pack who would need to see their Alpha not just as a ruler, but as a mother forging a new path.I spent the following days drawing plans for education, for heal
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Seven
Emily's POV I had started walking more, slower than I was used to, often with Melissa at my side. She kept teasing me about how I still looked like a warrior even in a maternity cloak. I told her it was because I was one — just one with a new battlefield to navigate.Fayne had become… quieter, but not distant. Protective, without being overbearing. He spoke to the pack more now, taking some weight from my shoulders. He was patient with me — patient when I snapped for no reason, patient when I cried without warning, and patient when I needed silence instead of comfort.In the mornings, he would leave flowers by my bedside — wild ones, not arranged, just gathered. I never asked where he found them, but I always knew they were from him.One evening, as I sat on the balcony that overlooked the training grounds, I felt a soft movement beneath my ribs. A flutter — then a stronger nudge.My hand flew to my belly.The baby had kicked.The realization hit me like a storm of light, and my brea
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty six
Emily's POV The council hall was filled with tension as sharp as steel.Allies, former rivals, uncertain observers — they were all gathered here in Galahad’s chamber of unity, carved from ancient stone and lit with braziers that crackled like beating hearts. My pack members stood tall behind me, their loyalty etched into the ground beneath them. My brothers were given space at the central table, not as intruders but as guests with something to prove.I stood at the head, the stone beneath my feet warmed by the morning sun spilling through the high windows.“This council,” I began, voice strong and unwavering, “is not merely a conversation. It is history in the making.”Fayne was at my side, silent but fierce. I could feel the weight of his gaze steadying mine. The pregnancy had brought a new rhythm to my days—more caution, more thought—but it hadn’t taken my fire. It had only stoked it.My first brother stepped forward first.“I am not here to ask for forgiveness for Matteo,” he said
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Five
Emily's POV The air was different that morning—lighter, less tense. Still, I couldn’t shake the tightness in my chest as I opened the sealed parchment that had arrived with the morning courier. The wax bore the mark of the Donovan bloodline, but not Matteo’s. This was from my other brothers. The ones who hadn’t raised swords against me. Not yet, at least.Fayne sat across from me in the war room, arms crossed as I read silently, lips pressed into a thin line.Dearest Emily,We write not in conflict but in the hope of healing.The death of our father has opened a wound in the Donovan name, but for the first time, we find space to breathe, to think beyond his shadow. You have proved yourself more than just Alpha of Galahad. You’ve proved your strength in the face of betrayal, your wisdom in war, and your restraint in moments when blood would have been easier than peace.*We do not wish to be your enemies. Not anymore.Let us meet. Let us speak not of territories and legacies, but of so
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four
Emily's POV Later That Night – War RoomFayne was already there when I burst in. His face turned sharply toward me, sensing my fury before I spoke.“There’s a tunnel under my chambers,” I told him, holding up the dagger. “It’s how Lucien got in. I found this at the end of it.”Fayne took the blade gently from my hand, reading the name carved in the metal.“Matteo,” he clenched his teeth.“Yes. And if my brother’s been using it… it means someone in Galahad helped him.”Fayne’s face darkened. “Joren mentioned someone—someone higher up. They called him ‘The Watcher.’ Said they were orchestrating something from within.”My knees nearly buckled. The Watcher..My blood whispered with dread. I didn’t know who they were—but I would find out.Fayne stepped closer, his hand brushing mine. “We’re being gutted from the inside.”I nodded, throat tight.“They’ll regret underestimating me,” I said. “I’ll tear them from this pack one by one.”Even if it had to be carved from the bones of a broken pas
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three
Emily's POV Dawn broke over Galahad like a sigh of relief—gold light bleeding through the shattered remnants of war. The air still smelled of smoke and blood, and the ground outside the pack house was carved with claw marks, ash, and sorrow. We had survived.But we had not emerged unscathed.I stood before the remaining pack members in the central courtyard. Healers moved quietly among the injured. Warriors, some still bleeding, knelt beside the bodies of their fallen. I felt their eyes on me as I stepped forward—not as their Alpha, but as someone who bled alongside them.“We lost too many,” I began, my voice steady, though my heart throbbed behind each word. “But we are not broken. We are not done. Galahad still stands.”A low ripple of voices answered me, like the beginning of thunder.“Our enemies came into our walls,” I continued. “Not through strength. Not through skill. But through betrayal.”That silenced them.I looked at Fayne, who stood at the edge of the gathering with his
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Two
Emily's POV “I am its architect.” His voice sharpened. “I bled to carve this world and you—you ungrateful little thing—think you can reshape it just because you wear a crown?”I stepped forward, shoulders square despite the ache in my belly. “This pack is mine. And you’re just a bitter shadow crawling through the cracks.”His smile died.In one breath, he was before me. He struck.I barely blocked the blow, steel singing as I summoned my power—shadow and flame pulsing from my palms. Our magic collided, shattering the air with a boom that knocked down the throne room’s torches. I stumbled, catching myself against the wall as he advanced again.“You’re weak, Emily. You’ve always been,” He spat, raising a blackened blade—ancient and cursed.“No,” I growled, blood in my mouth. “You just never expected me to survive.”I launched my power again, this time from the core of me—fueled by rage, by memory, by the child I hadn’t even held yet. Fire burst across the room, smashing into him and se
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and fifty one
Emily’s POVThe room was spinning, or maybe it was just me. My legs barely carried me to the edge of the bed before I collapsed into its hold. Blood. The unmistakable warmth of it stained my thighs and soaked through my garments.I tried to breathe, to focus, but panic was rising like a tide I couldn’t stop.The door burst open just as the shadows started to close in again.“Emily!” Fayne’s voice was hoarse with urgency.Behind him stepped a healer—an older woman with a composed presence and knowing eyes. She moved fast, kneeling beside me without hesitation. Fayne hovered, his eyes darting between the blood on the sheets and the furrowed worry on the healer’s face.“Help her,” he growled low, his fists clenched.“I am,” the healer said gently, her hands already working. She pressed her palms over my lower stomach, a warm hum of power flowing into me.I felt the baby—alive. Faint, but there.“She’s still holding on,” the healer murmured. “The pregnancy is early, delicate. You must res
The THORN LUNA Chapter One Hundred and Fifty
Emily's POV “That's okay.” I said, “You two can take a rest in the living room until the other Alphas arrive.”“But Alpha, Red Cross has only recently been exposed as a pack. Many Alphas may not be ready to accept it yet.”“Oh, they will.” I said. “It's only a matter of time.”“Yes Alpha.”Adam and Penelope walked away to the living room and I heaved a sigh of relief. It had been long since I last saw those two. It was good to see them.Not long after, the Alpha of Crystal pack came over. I greeted him and asked about his Luna. She was resting back home was his response. I let him join Adam and Penelope in the living room.By dusk, Alpha Dion of the Crestwind Pack had crossed our borders. He had once been an enemy, years ago. But I knew the enemy of my enemy might yet be the foundation of a shared future.And then… one by one, they came.Alpha Riva of the Moonclaw. Alpha Thorne of the Eastern Ridges. A rogue leader named Vasha, representing nearly a hundred unaligned werewolves. All
