All Chapters of Hidden Bond Of The Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Clara’s days were filled with responsibility and dedication. Despite Michael having grown into a capable young teenager, Clara still found herself deeply involved in managing the affairs of the Dark Moon Pack alongside her mate, Alpha Daniel. The demands of leadership were relentless, but Clara wore her role with grace, offering guidance and strength whenever needed. Yet, beneath her composed exterior, a shadow was forming—a persistent fatigue and unexplained weakness that she couldn’t shake.At first, Clara brushed off the signs, attributing her condition to exhaustion from years of commitment to the pack. The bustling life of pack leadership often left little room for rest. But as the days turned into weeks, the occasional weariness transformed into a troubling reality. Simple tasks became exhausting, and moments of dizziness interrupted her day more frequently.One morning, as the early sun bathed the pack grounds in golden light, Clara stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast for

The morning sun filtered through the windows of the pack house, casting soft golden hues on the polished wooden floors. Despite the warm light, a chill lingered in the air as Daniel paced back and forth in his office, troubled by the revelation the healer had shared. The term "Supreme Alpha" echoed in his mind, unfamiliar yet daunting. It wasn’t just the rarity that unnerved him—it was the responsibility and potential dangers it heralded.Clara, sitting on a cushioned chair by the window, rested her hand protectively over her stomach, the knowledge of the life growing within her now undeniable. "Supreme Alpha," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "What does it even mean? Why couldn't the pack doctor or even the healer detect it earlier?"Daniel paused his pacing, his sharp gaze softening as he looked at his mate. "The healer mentioned that a child like this is almost mythical, Clara. Maybe that's why none of our usual methods worked. It’s something beyond what w

The nursery shimmered in soft hues of gold and white, the room a testament to the excitement and love awaiting the newest member of the Dark Moon pack. Clara stood near the crib, her hand resting on her round belly as Michael carefully arranged stuffed animals along the shelves.“Do you think Ella will like these?” Michael asked, stepping back to admire his work.“I’m sure she will,” Clara assured him with a smile. “You’ve made this space perfect for her.”Michael grinned, his youthful energy lighting up the room. “I can’t wait to teach her everything, Mom. I’ll be the best big brother ever.”Clara chuckled softly. “She’s lucky to have you, Michael.”Despite the joyful anticipation filling their home, Clara's second pregnancy had taken its toll. While the experience was smoother than her first with Michael, the occasional waves of lethargy lingered, particularly when Daniel wasn’t nearby. His presence seemed to ground her, offering strength during moments when her body faltered under

The morning sun bathed the Moonlight Pack's territory in a golden glow, casting long shadows over the bustling grounds. Wolves of all ranks moved with purpose, their trust and respect for their new Alpha, Michael, evident in every interaction. It had been ten years since the pack’s darkest days, and in that time, Michael had grown into a strong and capable leader.Michael stood tall on the pack house balcony, overlooking the lands he now called his own. His amber eyes reflected both determination and a maturity far beyond his years. At twenty, Michael carried himself with the confidence of an Alpha, his every decision rooted in wisdom and fairness. He had filled the void left by his father, Robin, whose absence was a shadow that lingered over the pack.Despite Robin’s crimes and his exile to the prison deep within the pack’s borders, Michael refused to sever the connection entirely. Blood ties were blood ties, and Michael believed in acknowledging his lineage, even when it was tainted

The forest stretched endlessly before Robin as he moved silently through the dense underbrush. It had been months since he chose the life of a rogue, and the solitude was both a burden and a balm. The wilderness was his home now, a vast and untamed world where he could reflect on his past without the constant reminder of what he had lost.As he traveled further from the territories of the known packs, Robin found himself on the edge of a small, remote village nestled at the border of an expansive forest. The village was unassuming, its simple cottages made of weathered wood and surrounded by gardens that hinted at a quiet, self-sufficient life. The faint smell of cooking fires and the sound of children playing carried on the breeze, evoking a sense of warmth Robin hadn’t felt in years.He stood at the tree line, watching the village from a distance. The sight stirred something in him a longing for community, for connection. Yet, he hesitated to approach. He was a rogue, an outcast. W