Chapter 155

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*
I didn’t go atleast yet.
Even after sealing my baby’s power and placing her beside Marcus, my feet refused to carry me away. my body trembling as I watched. I wanted to see what would happen—what fate awaited my love and my child.
The night was silent except for Marcus’s breathing and my baby’s soft cries, but then… A group was approaching. Wolves. Not just any wolves—Blue Moon wolves. And at their front… Alpha Klaus himself.
Fear laced my blood. My heart hammered against my ribs so loud I was sure they could hear it. What would he do if he discovered me here? Would he kill me on the spot? Take my child? Or worse?
The wolves gathered around Marcus’s unconscious body. One nudged him with a boot until he stirred. They woke him roughly, forcing him upright. His eyes fluttered open, blank and confused. My spell had worked—his memory was gone.
“Whose child is this?” one of them demanded, lifting the small bundle from Marcus’s side. My baby whimpered, and my whole body shook from holding myself back.
Marcus blinked, dazed, his brows furrowed. “I—I don’t know.”
The wolves growled low, suspicion thick in the air. But then one of them sniffed the child, his expression shifting. “She’s human,” he muttered, confusion lacing his tone.
Human. The word rang out like thunder in my ears. Of course. I had sealed her Crescent power. To them, she wasn’t dangerous. She was just a helpless, ordinary baby.
They turned back to Marcus. “Then she must be yours.”
He stared, baffled. “Mine?”
“Yes. She was found beside you. You’re the father.”
Marcus’s lips parted, but no words came. He didn’t remember. He didn’t know the truth—that she was his, that she was mine. Our child.
“Take the baby,” Alpha Klaus ordered. His tone was cold, decisive. “We’ll check her blood. If she is truly his, we’ll know soon enough.”
My stomach twisted. My nails dug into my palms as I watched them lift my baby and carry her away. My heart screamed to run after them, to tear her from their arms, but I forced myself to stay hidden. If I revealed myself now, we would all be doomed.
They left Marcus kneeling in the dirt, still clutching his head, still lost in the fog of a memory wiped clean. And my baby… my sweet little girl… was carried away in the arms of wolves who didn’t even know her worth.
Only after they disappeared into the distance did I allow myself to breathe again. My knees gave out, and I pressed my forehead to the cold ground. A sigh, ragged and broken, slipped from my lips.
I had to leave. I had no choice now. I couldn’t stay in New Orleans. Not with Klaus, not with Dahlia, not with wolves and witches sniffing for Crescents in every shadow. If I stayed, they’d find me.
I forced myself up, wiping my tears. My decision was clear—I had to disappear completely. I had to vanish from New Orleans and never show my face again.
But as I staggered toward the border, I heard voices.
I froze, ducking behind a wall near the street. A small group of people stood just ahead, talking quietly, their faces lit by the glow of a torch. I lingered, straining my ears.
Our Luna has given birth to triplets—bouncing baby boys.
My heart stopped…Luna has given birth.
She was still pregnant the last time I saw her. And now, not only has she delivered, they’ve announced it to the entire pack like it’s a joyous festival. As if she hasn’t committed the unforgivable.
Why should I allow her to live peacefully with her perfect little babies, when she nearly destroyed mine? Follow current novᴇls on.net
Because of her, my daughter will never know the warmth of a mother’s love. Because of her, my baby—my own flesh and blood—will grow up in a werewolf youth pack as a human. She won’t even get a happy life.
I clenched my fists as a tremble of fury raced through me.
No.
My daughter deserves to live the same life those boys will have. If not better.
And then the idea struck me. A wicked, beautiful thought.
Jonathan—the same one who whispered in my ear, poked me in the face like a joke, and claimed he was my daughter’s mate—is frozen in time, thank the stars.
So what if… what if I rewrite fate? What if I make those triplets her fated mates?
They’ll have no choice but to take her in. She will be their Luna—a human Luna. And then, all the disrespect she faces now, all the mocking laughter behind closed doors, will shatter when she wears the Luna crown.
With my crescents power I can easily change their fates especially since they are still new-borns.
I nodded slowly to myself. Yes. This was divine…Without wasting a moment, I crept back to the high house.
The gate was locked. Of course it was. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I used to visit the Luna here often—back when I was just a regular wolf. Before I became a Crescent. Before I became this.
And I still remembered every nook and cranny.
I climbed the roof with ease and slipped through, landing silently just outside her room. I planned to wait—wait until she fell asleep or whoever was in there left.
But then… I heard something.
A name.
Crescent.
My body went still. They were talking about me—about my family. I pressed my ear to the door.
“The Crescents were already frozen,” a voice whispered. “Their bodies are hidden under the Veiled Rock.”
So Marcus was right. They can’t kill Crescents. They can only freeze us—trap us in time. But then the voice continued, softer this time:
” The only way they can revive them is
And she paused.
I pressed harder against the door, desperate to hear it. The way to revive us. To free us.
But I pushed too hard…The door creaked open—and all eyes turned to me.
Their faces paled in horror, confusion, disbelief. I didn’t blame them.
I, Lilith—a Crescent—stood there, bathed in moonlight, framed in the doorway like a nightmare from the past. Their Luna lay in bed, her three newborns sleeping in tiny woven baskets beside her.
And then the wolf with her howled. Too late.
Thankfully, some of my strength had returned…thanks to the power I’d drawn from my daughter’s blood. I moved swiftly. With one strike, I snapped Versa’s neck. She crumpled like paper.
I stepped inside with grace, eyes locked on the trembling Luna.
She clutched her babies, backing away.
“You recognize me, don’t you?” I smirked.
Tears filled her eyes as she began to plead. “Please… please don’t do this. I’m begging you. Don’t hurt my babies. Hurt me—just me