All Chapters of Donavon's lost Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zuri’s POVThe days that followed Donavon’s outburst were heavy, each one weighed down by the tension that hung thick in the air like an unspoken threat. His fury, though often misdirected, was a constant presence that chilled the very heart of the pack house. No one dared to meet his gaze for too long; not the maids, not the guards, and certainly not the elders. Everyone had learned, in their own way, that under the weight of his anger, things could easily turn deadly.And still, despite everything, the one person he was fixated on—the one who drew the darkest of emotions from him—was me. I felt it with every glance he threw my way, every scathing word he whispered when he thought I wasn’t listening. His obsession was suffocating, and yet, the hold he had over me was just as potent. For all my resistance, all my attempts to escape his reach, there was no denying the fact that I was bound to him in ways neither of us truly understood.I had tried to take solace in the quiet moments—wh

Chapter 33 Zuri's POV The morning light streamed through my window as I stirred awake. My body ached less now, thanks to Hart’s unwavering support. I pushed myself out of bed, mindful of the little life growing inside me. I couldn’t help but place a hand on my stomach, a mixture of fear and fierce determination swirling within me. “Stay strong, little one,” I whispered. Hart knocked gently on the door before stepping in, carrying a tray of food. His face was drawn with exhaustion, yet he managed a small smile. “You need to eat, Zuri,” he said, setting the tray on my bedside table. “I’ve made sure no one suspects anything about your condition, but you need to be careful.” “I’m trying, Hart. I just... I feel like he’s watching me all the time,” I admitted, my voice trembling. Hart sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Donavon is unpredictable, but he has a council meeting today. That should keep him occupied.” The mention of Donavon sent a chill down my spine. His presen

Chapter 35The escape didn’t go as planned.Hart and I made it to the edge of the pack’s territory, but Donavon’s patrols were everywhere. As we hid in the dense forest, my heart pounded in my chest.“We’re almost there,” Hart whispered, but his voice lacked conviction.Before we could move, a group of warriors emerged from the shadows. Leading them was Donavon, his eyes burning with fury.“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice cold and dangerous. Zuri’s POV The cold stone walls of the holding cell seemed to close in on me as I sat, clutching my knees to my chest. Donavon’s warriors had been relentless, dragging Hart and me back to the pack house like we were criminals. My heart pounded as I replayed the confrontation in the forest, the fury in Donavon’s eyes seared into my memory. The door to the cell creaked open, and I looked up to see Donavon standing there, his face a mask of cold fury. His presence filled the small room, making it hard to breathe. “Start talking, Zuri,” h

Chapter 37Zuri’s POV The night air was cold as I sat on the balcony of my temporary room in the pack house. The events of the day weighed heavily on me, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I hadn’t expected Donavon to stand up to the elders like that. His firm declaration of my protection was so unlike the man who had treated me with such contempt before. But did it mean anything? Or was it just another play in his endless battle for control? A knock on the door broke my thoughts. I stood, hesitating briefly before opening it. Donavon stood there, his expression unreadable. “Can we talk?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d heard in a long time. I nodded, stepping aside to let him in. He walked to the center of the room, his gaze drifting briefly to my stomach before meeting my eyes. “We need to figure out what happens next,” he said, his tone measured. I crossed my arms, trying to steel myself. “What do you mean?” “This pack doesn’t forgive easily,” he began. “The elder

Chapter Thirty NineZuri’s POVThe library had become my safe haven over the past few days. The scent of old books and the quiet comfort of solitude allowed me to sort through the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.But tonight was different. Donavon sat across from me, flipping through a book with an expression of quiet concentration. It was strange seeing him like this—calm, almost human.“Do you always read in silence?” he asked, breaking the stillness.I looked up, startled by his voice. “It’s a library. Isn’t silence kind of the point?”He chuckled, the sound low and unexpected. “Fair enough. But it wouldn’t hurt to talk once in a while.”“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, closing my book.He hesitated, as though he hadn’t expected me to engage. “I don’t know... maybe you could tell me about your life before all of this.”I frowned, unsure if I wanted to share that part of myself with him. But something in his gaze, a flicker of genuine curiosity, made me relent.“M