All Chapters of Taming the Rogue Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The air in the room is heavy, as if the walls themselves are braced for what’s about to be said. I stare at Octavius, weighing my options. His icy blue eyes are unrelenting, fixed on me with a mix of curiosity and something I can’t quite name. Trust, maybe? Or suspicion. It doesn’t matter. I can feel the weight of his question pressing against my chest like a vice. Tell me the truth about the pack you come from. There’s no escape from this moment, no clever deflection that will buy me time. He’s already too close to figuring it out. “The Xarano Pack,” I finally say, my voice quieter than I intended. Octavius straightens slightly, the name lingering in the air between us like a ghost. “What?” he asks, his tone sharp but unreadable. I don’t answer, letting the silence fill the space. “The Xarano Pack was massacred,” he says slowly, as if testing the words on his tongue, tasting their bitterness. His steps are deliberate as he moves closer to me. “Yes… they were,” I reply,

"I will find Lucien with or without your help," I say, my voice cold as I stare up at him, my eyes flashing between his blue one."And I'll make him suffer for destroying my family." Octavius stiffens, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he takes a deliberate step closer. His presence is suffocating, but I hold my ground, meeting his gaze head-on. "Going alone is the stupidest thing you can do," he says, his voice low, dangerous as he looks down at me and for some reason, a chill runs through my body as he speaks to me. But despite how he's making me feel, I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "It's better than sitting here doing nothing." His jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think he's going to argue, but then he exhales sharply, the sound more frustration than defeat. "Fine," he says, his tone measured. "We'll work together to stop him." I blink, caught off guard by his sudden shift as I raise my eyebrows at him right before I get a hold of myself, not wanting to look too

We all stare at Audrey, all of being able to see how nervous she is to have walked into the kitchen. I step forward, keeping my arms crossed as I analyse her, now recalling the way I snapped at her earlier, and how she didn't deserve any of that, especially when she was just trying to be friendly."Hey Audrey," I reply, my tone softer than usual, hoping that it makes her relax and makes her see that I'm not hostile.She hesitates for a moment, her hands fidgeting with the book in her hand as she hesitantly she steps further into the room. I can feel the others watching us, their curiosity almost tangible and I'm sure they're wondering why she is so nervous around me."I'm sorry if I interrupted your discussion... I just wanted to..." Audrey starts, clearly terrified, her voice trembling slightly.Before she can finish, I step forward, meeting her gaze directly. "Audrey," I say, my voice firm but not unkind..."I'm sorry." I finally say, allowing my shoulders to relax as I let out a de

The packhouse is dead quiet now except for the faint echoes of my footsteps as I wander through the endless, polished hallways. After my conversation with Miyuki, I feel like her and I have reached a level of understanding and at least going forward things, I hope that things will be civil between us. I hate how pristine everything looks. Perfect walls, perfect floors, perfect furniture. It screams control, order, and everything I've avoided for years. But now, I'm stuck in it, suffocating under the weight of their stares and whispers. The wolves I pass don't bother hiding their glances. Some look at me like I'm about to explode, their unease clear as they step aside to let me pass. Others—bolder ones—stare openly, their expressions a mix of suspicion and disgust. It doesn't matter. Let them look. Let them think whatever the hell they want. But boredom is gnawing at me like an itch I can't scratch. I've walked these halls for what feels like hours, trying to find something—a

I can still feel him.His words, his hands, the stupid way he managed to get under my skin without even trying. Octavius.I shake my head, forcing the thought of him out of my mind as I walk through the halls of the packhouse. I hate that he's still lingering there, like some ghost I didn't ask for. My mind keeps trying to replay that moment, the tension between us, the way he didn't back down, the way I didn't back down... It's infuriating.I pick up the pace, my boots clicking against the floor as I try to lose myself in the routine sounds of the packhouse. But every hallway feels the same—cold, polished, suffocating. And every wolf I pass can't seem to keep their eyes to themselves.They all do the same thing: a glance, a quick flicker of recognition, and then a look that says everything. Rogue. Intruder. Outsider.It makes my wolf stir, restless under my skin. I roll my shoulders, straightening my posture. If they want to stare, let them. I'm not about to cower for anyone. Miyuki