All Chapters of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maddison’s POVI sat quietly after Damian left the room.The silence around me should have been comforting, but it wasn’t.It felt empty.Cold.My fingers tightened around the blanket as I stared at nothing. My mind refused to stop replaying everything over and over again.Liam running past me.Liam calling Emma “Mommy.”Fernando standing there like I meant absolutely nothing.A sharp pain spread through my chest and I squeezed my eyes shut.Three weeks.I had been unconscious for three whole weeks.What if Liam thought I abandoned him?What if Emma had already convinced him that she was his real mother?Tears burned my eyes instantly.“No…” I whispered shakily.My breathing became uneven again.I could still remember the excitement on Liam’s face when he ran into that room.The way he smiled at Emma.The way he ignored me.I pressed my hand against my mouth to stop the sob threatening to escape.Maybe Fernando was right.Maybe Liam really did feel safer around her.The thought shatte

Damian’s POV I stayed with her until she finally fell asleep. Even then, her breathing remained uneven. Like her body still expected pain even in rest. I stood near the window quietly, watching the city lights outside the hospital while my wolf remained restless inside me. Angry. Every word Maddison said replayed in my head repeatedly. “I changed everything about myself for him.” The sentence wouldn’t leave me alone. I had seen broken wolves before. But Maddison was different. She wasn’t just hurt. She had been slowly stripped apart piece by piece until she no longer knew who she was without pain attached to her. A knock came at the door. I stepped outside quietly before closing it behind me. Rowan was waiting. “Alpha.” “What is it?” “We got another report from Crescent Pack.” My expression hardened instantly. “Talk.” Rowan handed me a file. “Things are getting worse internally.” I opened it immediately as I walked toward my car on my way to t

Maddison’s POV For a moment after he spoke, I couldn’t move. You won’t. The words stayed suspended in the air between us like something too fragile to question, too dangerous to trust. I stared at Damian, waiting for him to take it back, to correct himself, to say something more realistic. Something like “I’ll try” or “we’ll see”. But he didn’t. He just stood there like it was already decided. Like my life had quietly shifted direction without asking me. My throat tightened. “You can’t promise that,” I whispered. Damian didn’t look away. “I just did.” That simple reply made my chest feel heavier, not lighter. Because people like Fernando also made promises once. And I had learned what promises meant in that world. Nothing. I looked down at the food in my hands, suddenly not hungry anymore. “What happens now?” I asked quietly. A pause. Then Damian straightened from the wall. “Now you leave this place.” My head snapped up. “Leave?” “Yes.” I blinked slowly. “I don’t

Maddison’s POVThe phone felt like it was burning in my hand.I couldn’t breathe properly as I stared at the image again. Liam’s small face was red from crying, his hands clinging to Emma like she was the only thing holding him together. My chest tightened so hard I thought it would split open.“Don’t,” Damian said quietly.I didn’t realize I was shaking until he reached out and gently took the phone from my fingers.My hands dropped uselessly to my sides.“He’s using him,” I whispered, barely hearing my own voice.Damian didn’t answer immediately. His jaw was tight, his eyes still fixed on the screen like he wanted to crush it.“Yes,” he said finally. “He is.”That single word made something inside me snap.I took a step back, shaking my head. “I have to go back.”“No.”The word was immediate.Sharp.Final.I looked at him like I didn’t understand. “That’s my son.”“And that’s exactly why he sent it,” Damian said, his voice lower now but heavier. “To control your reaction.”Tears fil

Maddison’s POVI could not stop staring at Liam.Nothing else mattered anymore. Not the whispers spreading through the hall, not the tension building between Damian and Fernando, not even the dozens of eyes watching every move I made. Only Liam.My son stood beside Emma now, his little fingers gripping her dress tightly. That sight broke me more than anything because some months ago those same fingers would have been reaching for me.Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced them back because I was tired of crying, tired of breaking and tired of feeling weak.Fernando’s voice cut through the silence.“You’ve caused enough drama for one night.”My eyes slowly shifted to him.Drama.That was what he called this.Three weeks ago I almost died. Three weeks ago I was lying unconscious after being hit by a car. Three weeks ago he had already started replacing me and somehow I was the problem.The realization settled inside me like ice.“You told everyone I abandoned him.” My voice came out