All Chapters of The Exiled Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zara'pov The air inside the room was suffocating, heavy with an unspoken dread. The cries outside weren’t human—they were the growls of enraged wolves, a chorus of chaos that clawed at my nerves. My arms ached from holding Thorold so tightly, but I refused to loosen my grip. His tiny chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of sleep, his innocence presence melts my heart. This wasn’t how I imagined motherhood. No one prepared me for nights like these, where I sat trembling with my child in my arms, my heart splitting between overwhelming love and bone-deep fear. They were out there for him—my son, my perfect boy, who had somehow become the center of a storm I didn’t understand. A loud crash from outside made me jump. The door flew open, and Adrian stormed in. His expression was grim, his usually composed face shadowed with urgency. “What’s going on, Adrian?” I asked, my voice breaking. His eyes darted to Thorold, who stirred but remained asleep, and then to me. "Stay here

Zara's POV I thought the worst was over. I thought I could start rebuilding the shattered pieces of my life after losing Thorold. I was wrong. When news reached me of Alpha Ryker’s crusade, I didn’t know how to feel. Ryker, the mate who had rejected me with such cruel finality, was now rallying warriors to fight those who had threatened my son. The same man who had cast me aside, leaving me broken, was now charging into battle for a child he had no claim over. I didn’t know whether to feel anger, confusion, or gratitude. The first I heard of it was from one of Adrian’s advisors. I was sitting outside my cabin, the cool night air soothing my restless nerves, when the advisor approached. His face was pale, his eyes darkened with exhaustion. “Alpha Adrian wanted you to know,” he began cautiously, “Alpha Ryker has assembled warriors from neighboring packs. He’s leading them into battle against the remnants of Elizabeth’s forces.” I stiffened, the name alone enough to make my blood

Ryker's pov The first thing I felt was warmth, a gentle pulse radiating through my chest. My body felt lighter, as if the weight of death had been lifted. Slowly, my senses returned—distant sounds, the faint scent of herbs, and then a voice. Her voice. “Zara…” My eyes fluttered open, heavy and reluctant. The blinding white of the room stung at first, but it didn’t take long for my gaze to find her. She was slumped against the bed, her face pale, her body frail. “Zara!” I sat up too quickly, a sharp pain shooting through my side. I ignored it, focusing entirely on the woman beside me. Her breathing was shallow, her energy so depleted it made my chest ache in ways I hadn’t felt in years. My hands trembled as I reached for her, gently lifting her onto the bed. She weighed so little, her body limp in my arms. It was then I saw the toll her actions had taken on her. The dark circles under her eyes, the way her once-vibrant glow had dimmed—she had given everything to save me. And I

Zara’s POV I stood at the edge of Adrian’s pack territory, the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional howl in the distance the only sounds around me. Adrian’s pack, the Silverfang, had been my refuge after Ryker banished me. It was here that I rebuilt myself, piece by piece, finding strength I never knew I had.Adrian had been a constant, unwavering support. He didn’t ask for explanations or press for anything more than I was willing to give. But now, standing here with the weight of my decisions pressing down on me, I knew this moment would hurt us both.I made my way to the main packhouse, my steps heavy with the burden of what I was about to do. Adrian had been kind enough to offer me a place to stay after my recent ordeal, but I couldn’t linger. Not anymore.The packhouse was quiet, most of the warriors out training or tending to their duties. I found Adrian in his office, bent over a desk cluttered with maps and reports. He looked up as I entered, his piercing green eyes softe

Zara’s POV The air in the office was tense, charged with a dangerous energy. Adrian stood in front of me, his stance protective as the hooded figure revealed himself. His sneer was unmistakable—a rogue, his scent tinged with blood and rebellion. Adrian’s voice was low and menacing. “Who sent you?” The rogue chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. “You already know the answer, Alpha.” My stomach twisted as Adrian’s expression darkened, his aura flaring with raw dominance. “Logan,” he growled. The rogue’s grin widened. “He’s not done with her. Do you think hiding her here would keep her safe? Logan always finishes what he starts.” My heart pounded, and my wolf bristled at the threat. Adrian’s men stormed into the room, their weapons ready, but Adrian raised a hand, signalling them to stop. “Take him alive to the pack and deliver him to Logan dead,” he ordered, his voice sharp. “I want him to see what happens when you threaten someone under my protection.” The rogu