His Luna BY Law

Chapter 5

KILLIAN

She looked breathtaking.

Her hand rested on my arm like it belonged there—like we’d been walking through grand halls together for years. Her dress was soft, flowing, and light blue—the exact shade I chose because it reminded me of innocence.

Something I stole from her.Something she doesn’t even know is gone.

She smiled at the guests, polite and poised, and gods, I could feel them looking. Wondering how I managed to secure her. A mystery woman, pregnant and marked by me—but never once touched in truth.

Because she’s not mine. Never was.

But she could’ve been.

She should have been—if fate weren’t so twisted. If Daemon or the Council hadn’t gotten to her first. If she hadn’t looked at him like he was the sun.

Now she doesn’t look at anyone like that. Not even me.

“Careful,” I whispered as we approached the main hall. “There’s a step there.”

She gave a small nod, obedient as ever. Graceful. Quiet. Lovely.The spell was still holding.

For now.

Then I felt it—the weight of Daemon’s stare across the room like a predator scenting blood.

I didn’t have to look to know he’d seen her. His mate. His mark.

I smiled and let it stretch—slow and smug—across my face as I turned to Lyra.

“Come, love. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Yes, Killian.”

Her voice was gentle and soft.

I led her directly into the fire.

Daemon looked like he’d been sucker-punched by the gods—pale, with a clenched jaw. I watched every twitch in his face, the way his eyes dropped to her belly, the muscle ticking in his jaw, the ache he tried and failed to hide.

Good. Because I owned this moment.

“Lyra, this is Alpha Daemon of the Northern Territories.”

She blinked at him with no spark of memory, no sign of recognition—just blank courtesy.

“Alpha Daemon,” she said, dipping her head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Daemon froze. For half a second, he looked like he might shift right then and there. His lips parted, probably to say her name, but nothing came out.

She waited.

He finally muttered, “The pleasure’s mine.”

Her smile was small, polite, and empty. A stranger’s smile.

Daemon’s eyes burned into mine with accusation and rage. And something worse: desperation. I met it head-on with a smirk.

Yes, old friend. She’s forgotten you.

I saw the moment the truth hit him. He stepped back. He didn’t argue or question. He just… stepped away like the ground gave out from under him.

He turned and left without a word.

Good. That was smart. Because if he’d said her name, touched her, begged her to remember him—it might’ve cracked the surface.

And I can’t have that… not yet.

She turned to me, a crease forming between her brows. “He looked… familiar.”

My jaw clenched, but I forced my voice steady.

“Probably just one of those faces. You’ve seen many Alphas in your visions, remember?”

She paused. Then nodded slowly. “Right. That must be it.”

No. That wasn’t it—but it was what she needed to believe.

I reached for her hand, kissed her knuckles, and kept my voice sweet. “You’re perfect as always.”

She smiled—just a little.

I hated the tightness in my chest.

Because I could fool the world. I could manipulate memories, rewrite fate, poison bloodlines if I wanted to.

But I couldn’t make her love me. And I didn’t know how much longer this illusion would hold.

Daemon was here now.

And fate always circles back to what it wants.

LYRA

The air felt heavier after he left.

I didn’t know his name. Alpha of the Northern Territories, Killian had said—but when I looked into his eyes, something inside me screamed.

Not in fear, but in recognition.

It was like my soul flinched. Like a memory tried to reach out, only to vanish before I could catch it. My fingers twitched at my side, and I curled them into my dress to stop the shaking.

The baby fluttered inside me—no, more than fluttered.

It jumped. Like it knew him.

My stomach knotted—not from pain, but… confusion. A strange warmth bloomed beneath my ribs, brief and glowing, then disappeared as quickly as it came.

I forced myself to smile and keep moving, greeting dignitaries with practiced nods, letting Killian guide us from one conversation to the next.

But every face blurred into another. Every voice melted into a hum. And the room spun a little.

I blinked, trying to ground myself.

Something’s wrong.

The chandelier above me pulsed too brightly. My dress felt tight. My breath—too shallow. And my fingers went numb for half a second.

And then...

A vision.

Not a memory—a fragment.

Blood on my hands. A mark glowing on my shoulder. A man’s voice saying my name like a promise.

“Lyra.”

The name echoed inside me, rattling my ribs like thunder. I stumbled.

Killian caught me. “Easy. You okay?”

I nodded quickly, but my head wouldn’t stop spinning.

Then came the nausea—violent and sudden. I tried to breathe through it, but my knees buckled, and my vision blurred.

All the voices faded into static, and just before the world tipped sideways, I saw something.

A wolf with eyes the color of stormlight, its mouth open and howling.

Then...

Darkness.

Somewhere Soft & Blurred

I woke to the feeling of warm hands and voices above me, my pulse being checked.

I blinked up at dim candlelight. It was the healer’s hut.

My dress had been loosened around my belly, and a cool cloth lay across my forehead. I heard Killian pacing.

“She’s stable,” the healer said gently. “The baby too. Its heartbeat is strong.”

Killian exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. “Thank the Goddess.”

“But…”

Silence.

I turned my head slightly. The healer’s voice lowered—reverent and afraid.

“There’s something else.”

Killian stilled. “What?”

The healer hesitated, her fingers now on my temple.

“Her wolf. She’s not… she’s not here. I can’t feel her spirit. Her energy. It’s like… like it’s gone.”

Killian’s voice cracked.

“What?”