All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Valkyrie The winds howled, carrying the councilwoman’s venomous words across the cliff. My heart stuttered in my chest, and for a moment, the glow around me seemed to dim. Another challenge? After everything? My body ached, my limbs trembling beneath the weight of exhaustion. Yet their doubt persisted. “The Alpha’s Challenge remains,” the councilwoman repeated, her voice as sharp as broken glass. “Valkyrie must fight to solidify her claim.” “No!" Ragnor’s voice boomed through the stillness. It was a growl, low and dangerous, vibrating through the air like thunder before a storm. The council turned toward him in unison, their faces a mix of surprise and calculation. The pack murmured below, the tension climbing like an approaching tempest. Ragnor stepped forward, his eyes glowing with the amber light of his wolf. “She’s proven herself. The Moon Goddess acknowledged her. What more do you want?” The councilwoman smirked. “Tradition demands—” “Enough!” Ragnor roared, his

Valkyrie A week had passed, and life in my new home had taken on a surprising rhythm. It suited me more than I’d ever imagined. The towering walls of Ragnor’s mansion, once intimidating, now felt protective. For the first time in years, I didn’t bow my head to anyone, and the weight of servitude had finally lifted. Nancy ensured I was never alone; her presence was grounding and comforting. And Ragnor? He was everything I never dared to hope for—gentle when I needed softness, strong when shadows of doubt tried to creep in. Together, they helped me heal, not just physically but in ways I hadn’t realized I needed. I recovered quickly, though there were moments when I caught Ragnor watching me with quiet concern, as if afraid the fragile peace we’d found might shatter. “You need air,” he announced one crisp morning, walking into the study where I sat with Nancy. “We’re going out.” “Out?” I raised a brow, curious. “For a picnic,” he clarified, a small smile tugging at his li

Ragnor "What the hell are you talking about?" I barked, my patience wearing thin. I couldn’t let this old wolf spew nonsense and disturb Valkyrie. She had only just begun to recover, and this could undo everything. “I speak no nonsense, Alpha,” the old man said calmly, his eyes flickering with an otherworldly glow. “It’s clear from her aura—something none of us dared to imagine.” “Enough!” My growl rumbled through the clearing. “I’ve had enough of your riddles. We didn’t come here to listen to your fabricated tales.” “Howard descendo,” the old man intoned, his voice steady but laced with gravity. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. “What did you just say?” I demanded, my chest tightening. “King Howard, your grandfather,” he continued, stepping closer. “He ruled with an iron fist and an obsession for eternity. Surely, you’ve heard of his quest.” “How do you know this?” My voice wavered despite my best efforts to sound strong. He chuckled dryly. “Because we were once part

Ragnor The fire crackled behind me, its warmth doing nothing to thaw the cold knot of dread tightening in my chest. Valkyrie’s words echoed in my mind: "Together—always." She believed in me. Even after everything I’d confessed, she still stood firm. Her faith was intoxicating yet terrifying. If she truly understood the darkness that followed me, would she still stay? I clenched my fists and took a steadying breath. No matter how much I wanted to shield her from the curse that had plagued my bloodline for generations, the truth was already seeping into her life. And now, I needed answers. “I have to speak to my mother,” I said, breaking the silence. Valkyrie looked up, her embrace loosening. “Your mother? Is that wise? You know she—” “She knows more about the curse than anyone else alive,” I replied, brushing a disheveled strand of hair from her forehead. “I know she can be cunning, but... she’s still my mother.” She sighed, nodding weakly. “I just don’t want you t

Ragnor The night had been a blur—chaotic, suffocating, and full of things I couldn’t explain. The battle within my mind had been overwhelming, and I had barely managed to sneak into my chamber, where Valkyrie lay. I didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to explain anything. Luckily, Valkyrie was already asleep, so I lay beside her and drifted into a restless slumber. The weight of everything pressed down on me like a vice. The curse, the prophecy, the endless threats—it was all too much. Valkyrie didn’t deserve to be caught up in any of it. And yet, here we were. *** The first rays of sunlight crept through the cracks in the curtains, soft but persistent. I kept my eyes closed, unwilling to face the reality of the day. The night’s internal battle had left me hollow, but I couldn’t let her see that. I didn’t want to wake up, not fully. Beside me, Valkyrie’s steady breathing was the only thing that kept me tethered to something real. I turned slightly, my eyes barely opening, t