All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ragnor I closed the door behind me, the sound reverberating in my chest. Leaning against the outside wall, I dragged a hand down my face. The weight of Valkyrie’s tears, her anger, and, most painfully, her silence bore down on me. I had hurt her—the one person I swore to protect, to cherish above all else. And it wasn’t just Tasya’s antics. It was me. My hesitation. My stupidity. I stared down the dim hallway, her muffled sobs still echoing in my ears. Each step away from her felt heavier than the last, and my wolf stirred within me, restless and agitated. She’s ours. Fix this. But it wasn’t that simple. I had seen it in her eyes—the pain that ran deeper than Tasya’s schemes. This wasn’t just about today. It was about the scars Valkyrie carried, the doubts she buried so deeply that even she probably didn’t realize how much they defined her. How could I let this happen? I began pacing, replaying everything that had led to this moment. Tasya. She had always been connivin

Valkyrie The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. My body felt heavy yet pleasantly sated, every muscle humming with the remnants of last night’s passion. I stretched, the ache a reminder of the intimacy I’d shared with Ragnor—the wild, unrestrained fire that had consumed us both. Yet, as I rolled onto my side, the warmth of his body no longer beside me, a strange emptiness settled in my chest. I sighed, pressing a hand against my belly, feeling the fullness that remained, both physical and emotional. It was supposed to be perfect, wasn’t it? For the first time in my life, I’d let someone in—not just physically but emotionally too. But why did it feel like something was missing? The memories of last night replayed vividly in my mind. The way he looked at me, like I was his world. The way his touch claimed me, yet… something vital hadn’t happened. I wasn’t reclaimed! That realization gnawed at me, hollow

Ragnor The weight of my fury hadn’t lessened, even after Zane left. My chest felt like it was about to explode, my wolf snarling and pacing within me. I couldn’t focus. The thought of Zane touching Valkyrie, of her being so vulnerable, gnawed at my sanity. She was still here, close to me, her presence the only thing keeping me grounded. But her safety had been compromised—our safety—and someone had to answer for that. “Everyone, move to the central hall!” I shouted. The pack quickly obeyed, and we made our way toward the hall. I intended to find out who was responsible for this mess. The hall was eerily quiet now, the pack sensing my wrath and keeping their distance. But not for long. “Tasya!” I barked, my voice a whip cracking through the silence. Moments later, Tasya appeared. My Beta, my second-in-command, and the one person who should have ensured Zane never set foot into our pack’s territory. Her expression was tight, but her eyes flickered with defiance

Valkyrie I never thought Ragnor would send his Beta to the dungeon. As a former maid, I could barely imagine the cold, filth, and humiliation Tasya must be enduring. My chest tightened at the thought. How could anyone bear such a thing? “Ragnor,” I said softly, turning to face him as he lay beside me. His arm was draped above his head, his chiseled jaw taut as his piercing eyes stared at the ceiling. Though he was trying to rest, I could tell his mind was somewhere far away, caught in a storm of unspoken thoughts. “Baby, what are you thinking?” I asked, letting my fingers brush lightly against his arm. He turned his head slightly, meeting my gaze with a mix of anger and frustration. “I… I was so furious earlier, Val. About Zane. About your safety—” “Shh,” I interrupted, pulling myself closer to him. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I nuzzled against his broad shoulder, trying to soothe the storm within him. “It’s okay now. That’s what matters.” But the question pressing o

Valkyrie The quiet of the evening had settled over the house, but inside, my mind churned with unease. I sank deeper into the plush armchair by the window, trying to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, but the weight of everything pressing in on me made it impossible to relax. The dark woods stretched before me, endless and foreboding. Somewhere out there, rogues lingered—waiting, watching. And now Elder Orion’s warning about a greater danger had added a layer of tension that I couldn't shake. But it wasn’t just the rogues, or the looming threat of vengeance, that had my heart racing. It was something else—something I couldn’t name. A strange feeling, a flickering suspicion that something inside me had changed. Before I could unravel the thoughts swirling in my head, Nancy entered, her presence a welcome distraction. She bustled into the room with a tray of tea and biscuits, her usual cheeriness offering a sense of normalcy that I desperately needed. “You didn’t eat