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June’s POV

Penulis: Liberation
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-21 15:56:21

The stone corridor is cold beneath my bare feet.

I didn't bother with slippers when I left the tower. Didn't bother with a robe or a guard or any of the trappings my title as Luna is supposed to afford me. I just walked. Down the spiral stairs, through the great hall, past the guards who bowed and murmured words I didn't hear.

Because I heard him.

The dungeon entrance looms before me, dark and damp and reeking of misery. Kai forbade me from being here. Said it wasn't a place for his Luna, his m
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    The stone corridor is cold beneath my bare feet.I didn't bother with slippers when I left the tower. Didn't bother with a robe or a guard or any of the trappings my title as Luna is supposed to afford me. I just walked. Down the spiral stairs, through the great hall, past the guards who bowed and murmured words I didn't hear.Because I heard him.The dungeon entrance looms before me, dark and damp and reeking of misery. Kai forbade me from being here. Said it wasn't a place for his Luna, his mate, his wife. Said the things that lived in the darkness weren't fit for my eyes.But I heard him.Not his words, not clearly. The stone is too thick, the distance too great. But I heard his voice. The tone he uses when he's trying to control something he can't. The edge that creeps in when he's losing a battle he didn't know he was fighting.And I heard her.Lia.Laughing.Even now. Even chained and beaten and locked in a cell. Even with my husband's hands around her throat,I saw the bruises w

  • The Awakening    Lia’s POV

    The darkness is my only witness.It wraps around me like a shroud, cold and absolute, pressing against my swollen throat and my cracked ribs and the places inside me that stopped hurting hours ago because they've gone numb. I lie on the straw, filthy, lice-ridden, damp and I listen to my own breathing rattle in and out of lungs that still remember being denied air.His hands.I can still feel them. The weight of his palms. The steadiness of his fingers. The way he squeezed like he was wringing water from stone, methodical, almost bored, as if strangling me was just another task on his daily list.You should have said yes.The words echo in the dark. I hear them in his voice, that low, conversational tone that terrified me more than any scream ever could. Because screaming means feeling. Screaming means losing control. But Kai of the Bloodmoon Clan doesn't lose control.He chooses.Every squeeze of his fingers. Every breath I couldn't take. Every second of agony was a choice he made, d

  • The Awakening    Kai's POV

    Her throat moved beneath my hands.So small. So fragile. So infuriatingly, impossibly alive even now, even after everything, even with her blood on my orders and her body breaking beneath my will.I squeezed harder.Her eyes, those damned grey eyes that had haunted me for years began to flutter. Her lips parted, searching for air that wouldn't come. Her struggles weakened, slowed, stopped.Stop.The voice came from somewhere deep. Somewhere I had tried to kill.Stop. You're killing her. You're killing our mate.Our mate.The word was poison now. Had been poison since the day I severed the bond and felt half my soul die in the process. I had told myself it was necessary. Told myself she was unworthy. Told myself that a mated wolf of my standing, my power, my legacy could not be tied to a low-born nobody with nothing but defiance in her heart.But my wolf had never agreed.Let her go, he snarled now, clawing at the inside of my skull. Let her go before it's too late.She's not ours anym

  • The Awakening    June’s POV

    The footsteps came without warning.Heavy. Deliberate. Familiar in a way that made my stomach clench and my heart rate spike despite the poison slowing everything down.Kai.I knew his walk. I had known it for years, the confident stride of an Alpha who owned everything his eyes could see. It made my blood run cold.The guards at the end of the corridor murmured something I couldn't catch. Then their footsteps retreated, and there was only one set of boots approaching my cell.The door already open from Lia's visit, because apparently no one in this palace could be bothered to close a cage properly swung wider. Torchlight spilled in, and through it, silhouetted against the flickering flames, stood Kai.He stepped into my cell.I didn't move. Couldn't move. My body had given up on voluntary movement hours ago, leaving me paralyzed in the straw like a broken doll.Kai circled me slowly, his eyes taking in every wound, every bruise, every piece of evidence that his orders had been carrie

  • The Awakening    Kai’s POV

    The cellar stairs stretched before me like a descent into the underworld.Each step echoed off ancient stone, a countdown to something I couldn't name. Behind my eyes, the images flickered without mercy, the courtyard, the post, the whip rising and falling. June's back splitting open. June's blood painting the stones. June's eyes, even then, even at the worst moment, looking at me with something that wasn't quite defeat.I had ordered those lashes. I had stood there and watched them fall. I had told myself it was justice, necessary discipline, the hard cost of maintaining order in a pack that needed to know its Alpha would not be challenged.But the images wouldn't stop. June's eyes. Always June's eyes.I shook my head hard, as if I could dislodge the memories physically. It didn't work. It never worked.I had been walking for ten minutes before I realized I wasn't heading to my study or the training grounds or anywhere a sane Alpha would go at this hour. I was heading to my chambers.

  • The Awakening    Lia’s POV

    "Ugh. Do they never clean in here? It smells like something died. Oh wait," I laughed, a bright, brittle sound "Something is dying. It's just taking its sweet time about it."June didn't move.I circled her slowly, my gown whispering against the filthy stone. I'd chosen this dress carefully, deep crimson silk, the color of fresh blood, with gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and threw it back in fragments. I wanted to look like everything she'd lost. I wanted to look like victory."You know," I said, stopping near her head, "I've been thinking. About all of this. About you. About me. About how we got here."I crouched down, bringing my face close to hers. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. But I knew she could hear me. I knew it."And I realized something," I continued, my voice soft, almost gentle. "Something I should have understood years ago."I reached out and touched her face, just a light brush of my fingers against her cheek. She flinched. Good."This could

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