All Chapters of Chasing His Stunning Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52 SERGIO’S POV After Arianna had taken her drink, she had fell right back into unconsciousness prompting me to call on the doctor immediately but now that he was here, I could feel my chest tightening. The weight of the silence in the room was suffocating. Every breath I took felt heavier, like the walls were closing in, pressing against my ribs, threatening to collapse upon me. My gaze remained fixed on Arianna’s unconscious form, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest the only assurance I had that she was still here—that she was still breathing. The pack doctor had been tending to her for what felt like hours, his movements meticulous, his expression unreadable. My patience had been stretched thin, my instincts screaming at me to do something—to fix this. But all I could do was stand there, fists clenched at my sides, waiting. Finally, the doctor turned to face me, his eyes shadowed with something dark. Not concern. No, this was something deeper. Something that sent a

SERGIO. The news struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving me frozen in place. Poison. Not stress. Poison. My mind raced, replaying every moment of the past few days, searching for anything—anything—that could have hinted at such treachery. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I wanted to tear through the walls, find whoever had done this, and make them suffer. But before I could do anything, a sudden, frantic knock on the door shattered my thoughts. "Alpha!" The voice was sharp with urgency. "Alpha, you need to come now!" I turned to find one of the guards standing there, his breathing labored, his face pale. Instinct gripped me, and I was already moving toward him before I even processed what was wrong. "What is it?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. "It’s—it’s the young miss. Athena," he stammered. "She’s gone." Everything inside me stilled. "What?" The words barely left my lips before I shoved past him, sprinting through the halls. The walls blurred as I moved, my

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 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 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