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CHASING HIS RUNAWAY LUNA. Novel Cover

CHASING HIS RUNAWAY LUNA.

Lyra pays her alpha mate a surprise visit only to see him cheating on her with his female Omega's of his pack. She was humiliated and treated like a slave then she decided to run away with her unborned child. Life was really cruel towards her as she strived to take care of yourself and her baby. She finally gives birth to Gina , a baby girl with powerful powers as she vows to take her revenge. Meanwhile, kalen was denounced as the alpha of the pack because of his constant affairs with the pack female Omega's. He watches how his male Omega was announced the alpha of the pack .as he embackeds on a quest to find her only to find her claimed by her second chance mate Racheal, who decided to take care of Lyra and her daughter. Will Kalen be able to win Lyra's heart back? Or will Racheal finally be the right mate for her and protect her and her pup??
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Chapter 11

Asher was prowling through the pack's territory, his senses on high alert as he searched for Lyra. He had been feeling restless all day, and he needed her advice on something. As he approached her den, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, his ears perked up, and called out to her.

"Lyra? You in here?"

There was no response, so he entered the den. It was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering. Asher's eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw that Lyra's bed was unmade, her scent lingering in the air. He decided to wait for her, and as he did, his eyes wandered around the room.

He noticed a small, leather-bound chest on Lyra's dresser. It was old and worn, with intricate carvings on the lid. Asher's curiosity was piqued, and he cautionally approached the chest. He sniffed at it, and his ears perked up when he caught Lyra's scent on it.

He opened the chest, and a musty smell wafted out. Inside, he found a collection of letters and photographs, yellowed with age. As he pawed through them, he came across a letter addressed to him.

"To my dearest Lyra," it read. "I know I may not be there to see our child grow, but I want you to know that I love you both more than anything in this world. Asher, if you're reading this, it means you've discovered the truth. I'm not Ryder's son, I'm Kalen's."

Asher's eyes widened as he read the words, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He stumbled backward, his paws shaking as he tried to process the information.

He read on, his heart racing with every word.

"Lyra, I know this may be hard to hear, but I had to make sure Asher knew the truth. He's a strong and capable wolf, and I know he'll make his own decisions. Ryder will be a good father to him, but I want you to tell him the truth when the time is right."

Asher's eyes scanned the letter, his mind reeling with the implications. He felt like his whole world had been turned upside down. He didn't know what to think or feel.

Just then, Lyra walked into the den, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Asher standing there, the letter in his paw.

"Asher, I can explain," she said, her voice trembling.

But Asher didn't let her finish. He dropped the letter and ran out of the den, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he needed to get away from everything.

Lyra chased after him, calling out his name, but Asher didn't stop. He ran until he was exhausted, until he collapsed on the forest floor, his heart heavy with the weight of the truth.

As he lay there, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Kalen emerged, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.

"Asher, I-"

But Asher didn't let him finish. He lunged at Kalen, his jaws snapping mere inches from his face. Kalen stumbled back, his eyes flashing with anger, and the two of them clashed in a flurry of fur and claws.

The fight was intense, with both of them giving it their all. Asher's anger and hurt fueled his attacks, and Kalen was forced to defend himself.

"Asher, stop!" Kalen roared, his voice commanding. "I'm your father!"

But Asher didn't care. He kept attacking, his paws flying at Kalen. Kalen tried to defend himself, but Asher was too fast, too angry.

Finally, Kalen pinned Asher to the ground, his jaws wrapped around his neck.

"Listen to me, Asher," Kalen growled, his voice low and menacing. "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. But I'm your father, and I love you. I made a mistake, but I did what I thought was best for you."

Asher struggled against Kalen's grip, but he was no match for the older wolf. Kalen held him down, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

"I'm sorry, Asher," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I left you. But I want you to know that I love you, and I'm here now."

Asher's anger slowly gave way to a mix of emotions. He was hurt, angry, and confused, but he was also curious. He wanted to know more about Kalen, about his past, and about his motivations.

Kalen slowly released Asher, his eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness. Asher looked up at him, his eyes narrowed

"Why?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion. "Why did you leave me?"

Kalen sighed, his shoulders heavy with regret. "I was young and stupid, Asher. I thought I was doing what was best for everyone. I thought I was protecting you."

Asher's eyes narrowed. "Protecting me? By leaving me?"

Kalen nodded, his eyes filled with tears. "I know it was wrong, Asher. I know I made a mistake. But I did it because I loved you, and I wanted what was best for you."

Asher's anger was slowly giving way to a mix of emotions. He was hurt, angry, and confused, but he was also curious. He wanted to know more about Kalen, about his past, and about his motivations.

"Tell me everything," Asher said, his voice firm. "Tell me the truth."

Kalen nodded, and began to tell Asher the story of his past. Asher listened, his ears perked up and his heart pounding with every word.

The truth was painful, but it was also liberating. Asher felt like he was finally understanding himself, and his place in the world.

As Kalen finished speaking, Asher looked at him, his eyes searching for answers. Kalen met his gaze, his eyes filled with love and regret.

Asher took a deep breath, and slowly, he began to forgive. He saw the pain in Kalen's eyes, the regret and the love. He saw the father he could have had, and the father he still could have.

"I'm listening," Asher said, his voice soft. "I'm listening, Father."

Kalen's eyes lit up with joy, and he wrapped his paws around Asher, holding him close.

"I'm here, Asher," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Asher felt a sense of peace wash over him, and he knew that he had finally found his place in the world. He had found his father, and he had found himself.

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