All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ragnor The footsteps were strange—a melody that echoed unnaturally through the ruins of the village. My breath came in ragged bursts, the metallic tang of Garran’s blood still fresh in my mouth. My claws ached from the transformation, and the beast within me stirred with satisfaction, though I felt no relief. The ruins around me were silent, save for that haunting melody. It wasn’t the sound of prey fleeing or the rush of an enemy—it was something else entirely. A song that seemed to reach into the marrow of my bones, pulling me toward it. The beast within me, usually a storm of rage and hunger, hesitated. I froze, my claws curling against the blood-soaked ground as my vision sharpened. The melody wound its way through my mind, soothing and coaxing. My instincts screamed to ignore it, to run, but my body betrayed me. Step by step, I followed the sound, drawn deeper into the crumbling heart of the village. The daylight painted everything in shades of bright yellow, turning th

Valkyrie One day earlier *** My last cold war with Ragnor left me hollow. The silence between us had stretched like an unspoken goodbye, and now the emptiness echoed in every corner of my being. I sat by the window in my room at the packhouse, the cool moonlight spilling across the floor, bathing me in its indifferent glow. The world outside was restless—wolves patrolling the borders, whispers of rogues in the shadows—but inside, my battle was far more insidious. I pressed a hand to my belly, the faint flutter beneath my palm grounding me. The life growing within me was the only reason I hadn’t shattered completely. But it wasn’t enough to erase the ache of his absence or the sharp pang of uncertainty clawing at my sanity. Nancy entered quietly, her usual energy subdued as she set a steaming cup of herbal tea on the table beside me. “You need to rest, Val,” she urged gently, her eyes filled with concern. “I’m fine,” I murmured, though my hollow tone be

Valkyrie “Ragnor doesn’t want to see me?” The thought of such humiliation gnawed at me. I paced the room, each step heavier than the last, my hand drifting instinctively to my belly. My pup deserved a father, a stable pack—answers. But all I had were doubts and the sharp ache of betrayal creeping violently through me. “Arghh!” I shouted, as a strange sensation coursed through me. A roaring sound echoed in my head—it wasn’t just a noise; it called to me. “Nans…” I whispered, barely able to stand. “Valkyrie!” Nancy’s voice snapped me out of my haze as she burst through the door, rushing to support me. I nearly collapsed into her arms. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. I shook my head, feeling the blood drain from my face. “I… I felt a strange roar within…” “A roar?” Nancy’s eyes widened in alarm. “Could it be… your wolf has awakened?” I gasped. My wolf? “I… I don’t know…” “Here, sit down. Tell me—what exactly did you hear?” “It just… roare

Valkyrie Ragnor’s expression darkened, shifting from confusion to disbelief, and finally to something raw and unguarded. His towering presence filled the room, his aura stifling, as though the air itself grew heavier with every passing moment. “You heard what, Valkyrie?” His voice was dangerously quiet—the calm before the storm. I met his gaze head-on, refusing to cower under his intensity. “Don’t play innocent, Ragnor.” My voice trembled, not with fear but with the rage I had kept bottled for far too long. “The whispers, the rumors—they said she was here. A woman. And she never left. Did you hide her?” His amber eyes widened briefly before narrowing, his jaw tightening as if to bite back words that could wound us both. “You think I would betray you?” His words were clipped, each one cutting like a shard of glass. “You already have!” I shouted, my fists trembling at my sides. “Maybe not with her, but every time you push me away, every time you drown yourself in guilt and self-

ValkyrieRagnor’s words were fierce, resolute, but there was a shadow of fear in his voice. It wasn’t like him to falter—not even for a moment—and the crack in his composure unsettled me.“I want to believe you, Ragnor,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “But trust isn’t something that can be given—it has to be proven. If you want me to stand by you, to fight with you, I need more than just promises.”His jaw tightened, and for a fleeting second, a flicker of hurt crossed his face before he masked it with his usual stoicism. “What do you need from me?”I hesitated, my heart hammering in my chest. “The Reclaiming Ceremony.”He stiffened, his eyes narrowing with an edge of apprehension. “Valkyrie—”“No,” I interrupted, cutting him off before he could continue. “No more delays, no more excuses. If you want to prove that you’re committed to me and to our bond, then stand before the pack and claim me as your Luna. Publicly. Without hesitation.”His gaze locked onto mine, the inten