All Chapters of The Unloved Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Arianna stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her fingers gently combing through her hair as she gazed at her reflection. The exhaustion of the last few weeks had faded, replaced by a new glow of strength and power. The prophecy had been fulfilled, her abilities were now awakened, and yet, there was still a part of her that longed for the simplicity of moments like this—intimacy with Xavier, without the world bearing down on them. As if on cue, Xavier appeared behind her, his large, warm hands sliding gently over her waist, pulling her back into his firm chest. She felt his lips graze her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Even after everything, you always take my breath away." Arianna closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "I can't get enough of this...just us. We waited too long for this. No pack duties, no prophecy, no battles." Xavier turned her around in his arms, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity

Arianna stood in the middle of the training field, her stance strong as she stretched her arms. Her wolf, Aurora, hummed in contentment, eager for the challenge of sparring with the pack warriors. It had been a while since she got to practice with them, and today felt like the perfect day to let off some steam.Several male wolves had gathered nearby, casting curious glances her way. It wasn’t every day they got to spar with the Luna, after all. Arianna noticed a few familiar faces in the crowd and offered a polite nod, her thoughts focused on the upcoming match.Xavier stood off to the side, arms crossed, his intense gaze locked onto Arianna. Gray stirred uneasily inside him, his wolf watching with possessive eyes as the male wolves gravitated toward her. 'She’s ours,' Gray reminded him, a low growl echoing in his mind. Xavier couldn’t argue with that feeling, especially when a tall, broad-shouldered wolf named Jared stepped closer to Arianna.Jared flashed a wide grin at her, his

As the warm water continued to cascade down, Xavier leaned back slightly, catching his breath. But he wasn’t finished. His hands slid down Arianna’s body, his touch firm yet tender. Without a word, he turned off the shower, and before Arianna could protest, he scooped her up effortlessly, her wet body pressed against his."Xavier!" she squealed, laughing as he carried her out of the bathroom. "What are you doing?"He smirked, his eyes dark with intent. "We’re not done yet, love."Arianna rolled her eyes, playfully pushing at his chest. "I need to get ready, Xavier. Alice is waiting for me."But Xavier wasn’t having it. He laid her down on their bed, his body towering over hers, droplets of water from his hair falling onto her flushed skin. "Alice can wait," he growled softly, his voice thick with desire. "You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill of you."Arianna’s heart raced, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she tried to sit up. "I really need to—"Before she could finish he

The packhouse was buzzing with excitement as the evening approached. The grand dining hall was set up for a pack dinner, where members from various ranks would gather, enjoying food, laughter, and camaraderie. Arianna smoothed out the fabric of her dress, admiring the simple yet elegant look in the mirror. She could already hear the lively chatter from downstairs.As she reached for her shoes, she felt a familiar warmth envelop her. Xavier’s arms snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her close. "You look stunning, my love," he whispered into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Arianna smiled, leaning into his embrace. "Thank you, but we’re going to be late if you don’t let me go."Xavier chuckled softly, his lips grazing her neck. "Maybe I don’t mind being late. I’d rather have you all to myself."Arianna rolled her eyes playfully, turning in his arms to face him. "Behave, Alpha," she teased, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "We have to attend this dinner."Xa

Andrew stood in his dark study, his expression hardened with determination. His goal had always been clear—Arianna, his own daughter, was the key to ultimate power. The fact that she was growing stronger, both as an Lycan and as Xavier’s mate, was making her a threat to his plans. He had to act now before it was too late. The door creaked open, and Lydia, the witch he had been working with, entered the room. Her steps were light, almost gliding as she approached him, her dark eyes scanning him with interest. “You summoned me,” she said, her voice low and sultry, though Andrew showed no interest in her tone. “I did,” Andrew responded coldly, his eyes narrowed. “I need to know if there’s a ritual that can strip Arianna of her powers. She’s becoming too powerful, and I can't allow her to stand in my way any longer.” Lydia tilted her head, curiosity flickering across her face. “Strip her powers? You don’t wish to control her?” Andrew’s jaw tightened. “Control isn’t enough. I want h