All Chapters of Winning Back My Lost Luna!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eirlys POV: "Daddy's coming today."My hands froze right in the middle of kneading the bread dough. Flour puffed up around my fingers as I looked down at my little boy sitting cross-legged on the worn kitchen floor. He was happily scraping uneven lines into a chunk of firewood with a dull butter knife, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in total concentration. Those dark curls kept falling into his silver-gray eyes...the same eyes I saw in my dreams and nightmares every single damn day."Auren, honey," I said softly, wiping my hands on my apron, "don't play with knives like that, okay?""It isn't even sharp, Mama. Look." He grinned up at me, all proud of himself, and pressed his little finger right against the blunt edge. "See? No ouch."I let out a long sigh and walked over anyway, gently taking the knife from his hand. "Still. Better safe than sorry, my love."He tilted his head, those big eyes watching me. "You've said Daddy's coming every morning for almost a year now.

Eirlys POV:My heart nearly stopped dead in my chest. “What is that?” I whispered, staring at the glowing thing.Rhydian looked up at me from where he knelt. “The Bloodstone.”“I’ve never heard of it,” I said.“You weren’t supposed to,” he replied simply. His gaze shifted toward the hallway where Auren was standing. “It only responds to descendants of House Drakhar.”My stomach dropped like a rock. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“I think you do,” he said quietly.“I honestly do not,” I insisted, shaking my head. I wasn't lying. How was that even possible? No one in my family was a descendant of House Drakar. His eyes came back to mine, steady and serious. “Where is the child’s father?”The question hit me like a punch to the gut. “I don’t know.”“When did you last see him?” he threw another question before I could catch a breath. “Three years ago,” I said, my throat tight.“What was his name?”I was confused, but I still managed to answer. “…Kael.” For the first time, th

Eirlys POV:I should have burned that damn parchment the second General Rhydian walked away.The unfinished note. *Little Wildflower...*Only one person had ever called me that. And now it sat on my kitchen table all night like it owned the place. I hated how my heart still twisted every time my eyes landed on those words. I hated him even more for it."Mama?"I quickly folded the paper and tucked it away as Auren wandered into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his big silver-gray eyes."Morning, sleepy wolf," I said, forcing a smile.He let out a big dramatic yawn. "I'm hungry.""You're always hungry," I teased, ruffling his messy curls.He grinned up at me, all bright and innocent. "I'm growing, Mama. That's what you said, remember?""So you keep reminding me," I replied with a soft laugh.By the time breakfast was ready—simple porridge with a bit of honey—the cottage almost felt normal again. Almost.Until a knock came at the door.Auren looked up from his bowl, eyes hopeful. "I

Eirlys POV: "Mama?" A small voice called from behind me. I turned around. Auren had seen the whole thing from the corner of the room. "Why did you not take the bread?" he asked, tilting his head. "It smelled really good." I crouched down until we were eye level. "Do you remember when nobody wanted to sit beside you during the Harvest Festival last year?" He nodded slowly, his little face growing serious. "Yes. They said I did not have a daddy and that we were too poor to sit with them." "Do you remember how that made you feel?" His little shoulders drooped. "My tummy hurt a lot. I wanted to go home." I stroked his soft curls gently. "People should not only be kind when they think they will get something in return. That kind of kindness does not feel good." He thought about that for a moment with the serious expression only children can make. "Like sharing toys?" "Exactly like sharing toys," I said. "If Tommy only lets you play with his cart because Grandpa gives him candy aft

Eirlys POV "You cannot just let a small child wander off." "I believed the fresh air and exercise would benefit him after yesterday," he said calmly. "But I understand your worry." I stood up slowly, still holding Auren close to my side. "My son is not your decision to make." "No, he is not," Rhydian agreed. "Then stop making them for him." He inclined his head respectfully. "You are correct. I overstepped." That... was not the response I had prepared for at all. "I apologize," he added sincerely. Again? Why did he keep apologizing so easily? People like him were not supposed to apologize like this. They were supposed to argue, command, or threaten to get their way. Instead he simply accepted responsibility without making excuses. It was deeply inconvenient. Because every time he behaved reasonably like this, it became just a little harder to hate the people who had taken Kael away from me. ***** It only took a few days for the entire village to develop a new routine a