All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Valkyrie“I won’t tell him… I think,” I murmured, biting my lip. The thought alone sent a ripple of unease through me. I wouldn’t dare do such a thing—not because I feared Ragnor, but because I knew the consequences of his anger… or worse, his jealousy.The very idea of Ragnor finding out twisted something deep inside me. He wasn’t the type to take news like this lightly. His possessiveness was a force of nature, an unrelenting storm that could either protect or destroy. And this? This would be the kind of revelation that might tip the balance.Nancy, ever perceptive, narrowed her eyes at me before dramatically gasping. “Oh. My. Goddess.” She grabbed my hands, shaking them excitedly. “You’re scared! No, wait—correction—you’re terrified of how he’s going to react!”I shot her a flat look. “I’m not terrified.”She snorted. “Right. That’s why you’re biting your lip like it’s a lifeline and looking anywhere but at me.”I groaned, pushing a hand through my hair. “I just… I don’t want to

Valkyrie“Don’t speak nonsense to me,” I spat.But the Luna Dowager only giggled, as if my anger was nothing more than an amusing little performance.“Oh, Valkyrie,” she mused, swirling the tea in her cup. “You react so… predictably.”I clenched my fists. “You’re trying to provoke me.”“And you make it so easy.” She tilted her head, watching me with a catlike satisfaction. “I see you still carry that childish possessiveness over my son.”I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Possessiveness? Is that what you call a mate bond?”She sighed as if I’d disappointed her. “Oh, darling, the mate bond is a delicate thing. It can be severed, twisted, forgotten… especially when a woman like Seraphine steps into the picture.”I stiffened.She noticed.Her smirk deepened. “You know it, don’t you? You know what Seraphine is capable of.”“I know exactly what she’s capable of.” My voice was steady, but my pulse hammered in my throat. “Which is why I won’t let her become a problem.”The Luna Dowager lean

ValkyrieThe silence stretched between us like an unspoken chasm. I willed myself to breathe, to stay strong, but my body betrayed me. My hands trembled, my heart pounded, and no matter how much I tried to steady myself, the weight of Seraphine’s return pressed down on me like a storm cloud ready to break.“Honey…”Suddenly, his strong arms wrapped around me from behind, firm yet gentle, pressing me against the solid heat of his chest.I stiffened, my breath catching as Ragnor’s scent surrounded me—earthy pine, the faintest trace of leather, and something purely him. A scent that once meant safety, love… but now, it tangled with uncertainty, with questions I wasn’t ready to voice.His warmth seeped into my tense muscles, but I refused to relax, even as his breath fanned against the shell of my ear.“Hey, Love,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, but undeniably tender. His grip tightened just enough to keep me close. “What’s wrong? Did I upset you?”I swallowed, willing my voice to b

Valkyrie"What is the meaning of this?" Ragnor stepped forward with a low growl, his anger simmering beneath the surface—just as mine was.Seraphine’s smirk widened. “A decree from the King himself.” She lifted a rolled parchment and let it unfurl. “By royal order, the laws governing our kind have changed. Mates chosen by the Moon Goddess are no longer the sole deciding factor in unions of power. Political alliances will take precedence.”A stunned silence followed. The weight of her words pressed against my chest like an iron vice.“That is sacrilege!” I hissed, stepping forward. “The Moon Goddess’s will is absolute!”Seraphine let out a soft, almost pitying chuckle. “Oh, Valkyrie, how quaint. Still clinging to old myths as if they hold any real power in the world we live in.” She waved the parchment slightly, as if shaking off dust. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t sit on the throne. The King does. And he decides what is absolute.”Ragnor’s hands clenched at his sides, the tendons in his a

Valkyrie Ragnor’s grip on my hand remained firm, his warmth anchoring me in the storm brewing around us. His presence was unwavering, a pillar of strength that steadied not just me but everyone in the hall. Lifting his chin, he addressed our people, his voice steady and commanding. “Then we must be ready. We cannot afford hesitation. We cannot afford fear.” His grey eyes swept across the gathered wolves, lingering on the Elders who had once fought for our way of life. His voice was steel. “We will not act recklessly. But we will not submit.” A hush fell over the room. The weight of his words settled into every chest. This was no longer just resistance. This was war.“Baby…” My voice was barely above a whisper, a plea wrapped in uncertainty. Ragnor turned to me, his grip tightening. "We must take the risk.” His tone softened for only a moment before hardening again. “This is not just about the mate-bond fight. This is about our freedom—our right to exist without a leash around