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Chapter 22
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2025-05-09 17:30:13“What are you doing?” I ask as I shift upright in the bed, blinking away sleep.
The sheets rustle softly around me. I’ve been here for days now—slipping in and out of consciousness, caught in the fog between dreams and awareness. Each time I return, the pain dulls a little more. My body feels less foreign, more mine. I move with less resistance.
And each time, Silas is there.
We haven’t spoken much since the night he caught me. When I wake, I’m too parched, too lightheaded, or simply too overwhelmed with quiet gratitude to say more than a murmured thank you.
Sometimes Dorothee is here too. She gathers me into her arms and holds me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. She doesn’t ask questions. Just presses her cheek to mine until I fall asleep again. We haven’t had a real conversation yet—I don’t even know how much Silas has told her.
But right now, I’m alone with him.
He’s perched beside the bed again, a slim laptop balanced on his legs. The keys clack rhythmically under his fingers.
“It’s been a few times I’ve caught you working,” I say, nodding toward the screen. “What is it you’re always typing?”
He chuckles, deep and unhurried. “Alpha duties wait for no one.”
That surprises me. Damian and Lucian were never like that. They preferred the battlefield to the boardroom—always leading patrols, training new recruits, or throwing themselves into the front lines. Never once did I see either of them buried in paperwork or buried in numbers.
Silas is different.
And suddenly, a thought tugs at me.
“You’re a rogue. The other packs don’t trade with rogues, don’t even recognize them. And yet…” I glance at the laptop, then at him. “You seem powerful. Respected. Untouchable, even. How did you make a place for yourself?”
I try to keep my tone light, casual. But the curiosity in me runs deep—and I think he knows.
He smiles again, eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re right. The packs wouldn’t do business with rogues. So I turned to someone who would.”
He taps a few keys, then swivels the screen toward me.
“The human world.”
On the screen is the homepage of a sleek, modern website: The Astor Corporation.
I blink, then scroll slowly, trying to understand what I’m looking at. Apparently, the Astor Corporation started as a private security firm—bodyguards for celebrities, elite protection units, high-profile risk assessments.
But then it evolved.
It invested in stock intelligence. In predictive analytics. And now… it’s one of the leading quantitative trading firms in the human world, powering market-moving decisions for some of the biggest corporate players.
Algorithms. High-frequency trades. Multi-billion-dollar assets.
I can barely wrap my head around it.
“I handled the Moonlit finances,” I murmur. “But that was old money. Safe money. Pack money passed down through generations. This is…”
I trail off, staring at the glowing screen.
“This is something else entirely.”
My voice falters. A lump catches in my throat.
“I can’t…” I shake my head, suddenly hollowed out. “I can’t possibly be a good Luna for your pack.”
The words are brittle, stripped raw. What if this was a mistake? What if he realizes I’m not built for this world?
But Silas only laughs. Warm. Easy.
“I didn’t bring you here to manage my company, Nara,” he says, gently closing the laptop. “I brought you to be Luna of my pack. That’s all I need. I’ll take care of the complicated stuff. And you’ll find your way, in your own time.”
His words settle over me like a balm. Steady. Reassuring.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“I’ll do my very best.”
Silas nods once, the movement slow, deliberate. Confident.
“I know.”
The silence stretches—not uncomfortable, but weighty. We’re watching each other now, taking measure. He’s sitting, arms loosely crossed, his posture relaxed but never careless. There's something appraising in his gaze, like he's assessing not just my words, but the space between them.
Then, calmly, he speaks.
“Do you feel better?”
I shrug with practiced indifference. “There’s almost no pain anymore.”
Another nod. No surprise there—he’s probably been tracking my progress more closely than I have.
“If you feel up for it,” he says, “your friend’s been pestering me to let you out of this room. She wants to show you the pack house.” A flicker of amusement crosses his face, but it fades quickly. “I’ve already informed the NightCrows of your new position. They should treat you with the respect you’re due.”
He pauses.
“Some of them,” he adds, voice slightly sharper, “are less… well-mannered than what you might be used to. They speak without thinking, act without pausing. If anyone crosses a line, you come to me. I’ll handle it.”
His tone is firm, not threatening, but there’s steel behind the offer.
I blink, slightly caught off guard. I hadn’t expected him to announce me to the pack so quickly—not when I’m still weak, barely on my feet. But then again, how could they ignore the image he presented: the Luna of the Moonlit pack, brought back under his protection from the Eclipse Celebration itself?
The rumor mill must be burning by now.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” I reply simply, voice even.
I mean it.
If I want their respect, it has to be earned, not enforced. Fear might bring silence, but not loyalty. And I refuse to rule a pack that only listens because they’re afraid of the man beside me.
Silas tilts his head, watching me closely. I meet his gaze, then glance toward the balcony, light filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the wooden floor.
My curiosity gets the better of me.
“You’ve been here every time I woke up.”
“Yes.”
There’s no hesitation.
“Have you… stayed by my side this whole time?”
A flicker of a smile plays at his lips. It’s not soft. It’s smug.
“Why?” he says, brow raised. “Hoping to include ‘watchful brooding presence’ in the fine print of the contract?”
I frown, unimpressed. “It would be different from the overt aggressiveness of my past mates, that’s for sure.”
I pause, then add, quieter but firmer:
“But you don’t need to hover. I can recover on my own.”
He shrugs, unbothered. “I don’t mind.”
He leans against the chair he vacated earlier, crossing one leg over the other. His voice drops just enough to sound like mischief cloaked in logic.
“And doesn’t it make for quite the romantic story? The rogue Alpha falls for the fallen Luna, rushes to her side, and doesn’t leave it for days, stricken with worry for his one true love?”
I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head.
“Yes. It makes for a perfect cover.”
I meet his gaze, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. The contract may be an illusion—but we both know how powerful illusions can be.
“No one will doubt our story with that.”
He smiles, smug, then leans forwards.
“There is something we should discuss before you wander the house, though.”
Bab terkait
To Kill a Luna Chapter 1
“Please, stop!” I choke, my voice raw, knees sinking into the cold stone. My palms scrape against gravel and shattered glass, the remnants of a night I don’t want to remember.But Rosalina only scoffs in my face, lips curved into a venomous smile. Her long blond hair tumbles forward, a golden curtain veiling her face from the pack gathered behind her, but I know what lies beneath it—a monster draped in silk.She leans down slowly, as if to embrace me, to show them all what a saint she is, their pure Luna, merciful to the end. But her lips brush my ear and the illusion shatters like glass.“This is where you end, Nara. It’s what a girl like you deserves. A stain on the pack’s name.” Her breath is warm, but her words are ice, sinking into my skin. “You should’ve died years ago. But better late than never.”Her laughter is soft, delicate, like bells on a wedding day, but there’s malice dripping from every note. She straightens, pulling back with a holy smile, a glowing aureola of hair ar
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“Nara? Are you okay?”My eyes snap open, breath hitching. Damian.He’s leaning over me, his face etched with concern. His blond hair is tousled in that familiar, boyish way I haven’t seen in three years—not since before he betrayed me. His eyes—soft, warm, kind—lock onto mine, searching for something.My heart pounds. What the hell?We’re in… my room. Not the barren cell where I was left to rot, nor the cold closet I was shoved into for years. This room—brown walls, pink comforter, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains—the Luna’s room. The one I was banished from the day Rosalina arrived and took everything from me.My lips part, but nothing comes out. How…?“Nara?” Damian’s voice pulls me back again. He reaches out, and I flinch instinctively, expecting the cruel grip, the slap, the snarl. But his hand is gentle—just like before. His fingers graze my cheek, then slide to my forehead, checking for fever, not violence.“You’re not warm…” he murmurs, brow furrowing. “You don’t
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My gaze falls on Rosalina, all brittle and fragile, nestled between the two strong Alphas like she belongs there. Rage claws at my chest, my wolf pacing furiously beneath my skin, fangs bared, ready to tear into her flesh. But my lips curve into a soft smile, honey-sweet and perfectly composed.“Don’t apologize, dear heart,” I croon, stepping forward, eyes wide with false concern. “You’re hurt.”I reach out, masking the tremor in my hand, and gently take hers. Her skin is cold, clammy, trembling. She looks like a broken doll—all golden hair tangled by the wind, ocean-blue eyes filled with fear, dirt smudged across her cheek. She’s taller than me, more beautiful, with a softness that begs for protection.I lace my fingers through hers. “Let’s get you to the infirmary. These wounds need treatment.”The pack murmurs in awe, taken aback by my grace and kindness. I know what they expected—a fight, a scene, a desperate Luna clinging to her Alphas. I gave them that in the past. I won’t do it
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I tear through my room, rummaging for anything worth saving, anything I don’t want Rosalina’s hands on when she finally claims what’s mine. Drawers slam, shelves are emptied, papers scatter. My heart pounds with every second wasted—and I’m running out of time.I need to find a way out. Some escape, any escape.But no matter how hard I try, the memories won’t let me breathe.I know exactly what’s coming—the slow, excruciating descent into hell. I know how Rosalina will smile, will whisper lies, how she’ll turn the pack against me, one by one, until there’s no one left on my side. Until I’m discarded.First, I’ll be moved to my office—a bed hastily thrown on the couch, no longer fit to sleep under the same roof as my mates. Then, when she takes the Luna title, they’ll relegate me to a broom closet, clearing it out “just for now.” But they never will find somewhere better.And when I’ve lost everything—my title, my name, my dignity—she’ll frame me. She’ll weep and scream that I tried to
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Lucian.My heart jerks against my ribs the second I see him.He’s halfway through the door, one foot in the study, the other still on the threshold like he’s unsure if he belongs. That alone knocks the breath out of me. Alpha Lucian doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t ask. He takes.So what the hell is he doing here?In my first life, this night belonged to Rosalina. He spent every minute with her—tending to her wounds, holding her close, drinking in the scent of his newfound mate like it was salvation. He never looked back.But now?“May I?”His voice is quieter than I remember
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Warning: Slight Sexual Content.Lucian spends the night with me.I wasn’t expecting it.I thought he would leave after whispering his promises, after kissing me like a secret. I thought he would walk away—just like always.Instead, he stayed.He took my hand and led me back to our room in silence. There was no hesitation in his touch, no guilt, no shame. Just familiarity. Muscle memory. He guided me to the bed we’d shared for years and laid me down like I still belonged there.Then he undressed me—slowly, deliberately, as if mapping every inch of me back into his memory. His hands dragged along my sides, over the soft dip of my stomach, tracing the outline of my ribs with a gentleness that made me ache.
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I allow myself to lay in bed for exactly one hour. The ceiling above is scattered with faint, star-shaped decals—glow-in-the-dark memories of a simpler time. Ten years ago, the twins helped me stick them there, hoping they’d help me sleep better. I remember Lucian on the ladder, Damian tossing stars up one by one, their laughter echoing off the walls like it belonged in a fairy tale.Another memory about to rot.In a few hours, Rosalina will declare them childish. She’ll smile sweetly as she peels them away, murmuring something about how the lights give her nightmares. And the twins—they’ll say nothing. They never do.
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I unfold the couch in my office, pulling the mattress into place under Lucian’s watchful eye.“See?” I say softly. “I’ll be just as comfortable here as I was in my room.”He frowns, arms crossed.“You’d be entitled to fight this, you know?”I tilt my head to the side, only half pretending. What is it with Lucian lately? It’s like he’s rewriting the script of our past—not enough to change the ending, but enough to throw me off balance.“I don’t intend to fight fate,” I answer, voice even. “After all, you wouldn’t ask if it weren’t absolutely necessary.”He nods.
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Bab terbaru
To Kill a Luna Chapter 22
“What are you doing?” I ask as I shift upright in the bed, blinking away sleep.The sheets rustle softly around me. I’ve been here for days now—slipping in and out of consciousness, caught in the fog between dreams and awareness. Each time I return, the pain dulls a little more. My body feels less foreign, more mine. I move with less resistance.And each time, Silas is there.We haven’t spoken much since the night he caught me. When I wake, I’m too parched, too lightheaded, or simply too overwhelmed with quiet gratitude to say more than a murmured thank you.Sometimes Dorothee is here too. She gathers me into her arms and holds me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. She doesn’t ask questions. Just presses
To Kill a Luna Chapter 21
I wake in a haze—still half-drowned in the pain.The world feels soft and far away. Distant. I blink slowly, my lashes heavy, and take in the unfamiliar room around me.It’s night.The walls are bathed in warm tones—rust, amber, gold. Fuzzy blankets and overstuffed pillows lie scattered across the bed and the chaise by the window. Everything smells like cedar and something floral. Not roses. Something wilder. Freer.To my left, a glass door stands slightly ajar, letting in the cool breath of night. Beyond it, a wide balcony opens to the forest—dense and shadowed under the moonlight. I can just make out the outlines of two men standing outside, their backs turned as they speak quietly.I turn my head—slowly, carefully.
To Kill a Luna Chapter 20
Through the haze of pain, voices reach me—soft and distant, as though I’m hearing them from underwater. Muffled. Warped. Unreal.It reminds me of when I was young, playing in the river with Lucian and Damian. How I’d lose my footing on the mossy rocks and slip beneath the surface. How their voices would echo above the water, distant and panicked, calling my name as I sank.But this time, their voices aren’t there.They’ve been replaced by others—blurred tones I can’t quite place. Words drift in and out, like sunlight through murky depths.“We have to leave. Now.”That one returns again and again. The same voice, low and steady. Reassuring. Protective. The kind of voice you cling to in the dark. It belongs to the person holdin
To Kill a Luna Chapter 19
Damian stares at me, jaw slack, as if the words haven’t fully registered yet. Behind him, Rosalina begins to cry—soft, trembling sobs, timed just perfectly with my outburst. Her shoulders quake delicately.Of course.Lucian slips through the stunned crowd, eyes scanning between us. Without hesitation, he places a hand on Rosalina’s back and gently steers her in, folding her into his chest like some wounded bird.I scoff. Loud enough for him to hear it.My movements are slow. Intentional. I lift my left hand, letting the light catch on the ring now adorning it—sharp, golden, and impossible to miss. A murmur builds around us, the air thick with unease.“I’ve found someone,” I say clearl
To Kill a Luna Chapter 18
I slip back into the ballroom as discreetly as I can, head high, shoulders set. No one should think to look at me—yet I feel the weight of eyes before I’ve even crossed the threshold.I’d done my best to fix myself up: hair smoothed back into place, makeup reapplied just enough to erase the signs of being freshly kissed. No one would guess I was just tangled in a corner with a rogue. That would be far too scandalous. Far too impossible.As I weave toward a group of sympathetic Lunas, my gaze lands on her.Rosalina.With everything that’s happened, I almost forgot she tried to kill me.She’s standing to Damian’s right, poised and delicate, hanging onto his every word. He’s recounting r
To Kill a Luna Chapter 17
Silas’s smile is devilish—roguish, even. My words sound like a finality I can’t take back, but strangely, there’s no panic. No fear.He steps closer, invading my space, his face dipping to my neck as he whispers in my ear.“You won’t regret this.”I think I’m imagining the relief in his voice. Maybe it’s just a reflection of mine. But then he steps back just as quickly, putting space between us. He releases my hand—and for the first time, I don’t feel the need to take it back. Don’t feel the need to cling to him out of fear he’ll vanish before I can understand what this is.I just told him I’d be his Luna. I can trust he won’t stray far.
To Kill a Luna Chapter 16
Silas doesn’t waste another second. With my hand still cradled in his, he lays out his plan in a hushed voice, careful not to let it carry.He tells me of his pack—how he’s built it in the shadows, amassing wealth in the human world and using that money to shelter rogues who refuse to kneel to the legacy packs. But being unregistered makes them targets. Criminals. Easy to hunt. To change that, they need legitimacy. Recognition. And for that, he needs someone the council already knows. Someone they respect.That’s where I come in.He’ll provide the power and the fortune. All I need to offer is my name—my reputation.It sounds like madness. But the plan is sound. If everything he says is true, then he’s played this game perfectly.
To Kill a Luna Chapter 15
I gasp. “Excuse me?”His grip on my arms loosens slightly. Reflexively, I tighten mine. He smirks—slow, knowing. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing to me, even when I can’t begin to make sense of it myself. There’s something unspoken in the air between us, a pull I’ve never felt with anyone else. It knocks me off balance, leaves my composure hanging by a thread.I steel myself, forcing the walls of ice around my heart to hold. I can’t afford warmth. Not when it comes from hands like his—hands that feel like fire sinking into my skin.I glare. He chuckles, low and rich.“Come now, Luna,” he murmurs, voice dipped in quiet disdain. “Don’t tell me you truly want to stay in a pack so eager to
To Kill a Luna Chapter 14
“I think you’d better skitter away like the cockroach you are.”The voice is deep and strong, reverbarating all around me. My breath comes out fast as I’m trying to reconcile with the fact that I’ve survived. I’m not dead. I’m safe, held in a tight embrace by whoever caught me.Through the tears, I see Rosalina run away, stepping back into the ballroom, leaving me alone with the stranger.“Are you alright?”His voice is close and comforting, like soft feathers caressing my skin. Or like velvet slipping over me.I quickly wipe away my tears, allowing myself a better look at my savior while he gently places me back on my feet.Black hair, piercing dark eyes, and a
