All Chapters of The THORN LUNA: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Emily's POV The day had come. The day I never thought would happen, not in this way. I stood in front of a simple altar, the sun’s soft light filtering through the trees around us. The soft whispers of the wind were the only sounds that filled the air, creating an almost surreal sense of calm. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t entirely burdened by the weight of leadership. I wasn’t worried about what the pack would think or how they’d react. I was simply here, in this moment, with Fayne.I had never expected this to happen so soon, but when I looked at him, standing by my side, I knew it was the right thing. The bond we had forged over time had only grown stronger. The trust, the respect, the love—though it had been a slow burn, it had become something unshakable.Fayne’s hand was warm in mine, steady and unwavering. He looked at me with such intensity, his expression soft but filled with purpose. I could see it in his eyes—he was here with me, for me. And that g

Emily's POV Just as Melissa and I stood together, the weight of my possible pregnancy still hanging in the air between us, a sudden shout echoed through the courtyard.“Alpha Emily!”I turned toward the voice, watching as one of our younger scouts sprinted up the path, breathless and flushed from the run. He held something in his hand—a sealed letter marked with a familiar wax insignia. My heart clenched the moment I saw it.The Donovan crest.My family’s sigil.I stepped forward, took the letter from his trembling hands, and nodded my thanks. He bowed and quickly turned to leave, clearly uneasy being near such heavy tension. Melissa’s eyes widened as I turned the envelope over in my hand.“That’s from them, isn’t it?” she asked softly. “From your brother?”I didn’t respond. My hands already moved on their own, tearing open the seal, unfolding the thick parchment.I read.And as I read, the knot in my stomach grew tighter.Dear Sister,I suppose congratulations are in order—Alpha of

Emily's POV Something was wrong.I felt it the moment the wind shifted—the kind of instinct only an Alpha could trust. The air was too still, too heavy. My stomach twisted as if the universe was holding its breath.I was pacing in the war room when the doors swung open.Fayne stood there, his face pale and clenched, the kind of expression that made my heart stop before I even heard his voice.“Emily,” he said, low, broken.I crossed the room quickly. “What happened?”He didn’t answer. Not at first. His eyes searched mine like he didn’t know how to say it.Then he held out something—a cloth, stained deep red.And I knew.“No,” I whispered.He unwrapped it gently, reverently, as if even he didn’t want to see it again. But the moment I saw it, the world around me collapsed.Link’s face stared up at me, frozen forever.I couldn’t breathe.“No,” I said again, louder this time, stepping back, as if distance could undo what was in front of me. “No. No, this isn’t real.”Fayne’s voice was ti

Emily's POV Fayne helped me into my robe and placed a steadying hand on the small of my back as we followed Melissa down the hallway. The further we walked, the more tension built in my chest. I felt like every heartbeat echoed louder than the last, vibrating with the weight of what was coming.The war wasn’t knocking at our door—it was clawing at it.We reached the council chamber where two scouts stood, their cloaks dusted with dried leaves and their faces streaked with sweat. They straightened the moment I entered.“My Alpha,” one said, lowering his head. “We found signs of movement along the Donovan border. Not just soldiers—creatures. Twisted ones. Like hybrids.”My blood ran cold.“Hybrids?” Fayne echoed. “Explain.”“They smelled like us… but not. Their energy felt wrong. Tainted. Like they were made… not born.”I stepped forward. “Made? You’re saying Matteo is creating… corrupted wolves?”The scout nodded. “Yes. We think they’ve been experimenting. With dark magic.”My fingers

Emily's POV The sky was thick with ash. The scent of blood clung to the trees. The once-proud grounds of the Galahad pack house were now littered with broken timber, charred stone, and the wounded groans of warriors too stubborn to fall.I stood in the middle of it all, shoulders tight, dress torn and soaked in both my blood and theirs.Matteo had been dragged away. I’d spared his life—barely. Sent him back to my father with one message written across his chest in claw marks: **This land belongs to Emily. Come for it again, and bleed.**Now, silence ruled the ruins of the battlefield.Fayne walked beside me, quiet and steady, his presence grounding me like always. My hand rested on my stomach without thinking. The child growing inside me didn’t stir. But I was acutely aware of it. Every heartbeat of mine… was two now.“Let me take you inside,” Fayne said gently. “You’re hurt.”“I’m fine.” But I wasn’t. My body throbbed with bruises, and I hadn’t stopped trembling since the fight ende