Lahat ng Kabanata ng Why the moon roars: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

DENZEL'S POV“P-Please.” I clicked my tongue, annoyed and tired at the same word repeated at us by the same person. It was a new girl I had seen the others dragging in about two days ago. I wasn't sure of her age, but if I were to guess I would say she would be around sixteen or seventeen years. Worst case scenario, maybe fifteen years old. I was seated on one of the only chairs in the basement dungeon of the mansion. For some reason, I was on guard duty for the new girls today. I figured it was the best punishment Nightshade could think of when I told him what I did to Andrew. Of course though, I left out the details since I didn't want to be asked questions that I wouldn't know how to answer properly. It wasn't so bad. I had received a slap or two, and then I was choked against a wall for taking actions like that without permission. I think he decided I would be more useful being kept alive or something, but he must've felt that I still needed to be punished for my, quote on quote

DENZEL'S POV Sometimes in life, or well, mine specifically, there were certain stages you would reach where you had to do things you didn't want to. I would like to honk that I had once again reached that stage, If you looked back, and thought of where you started from and how far you've come — be it down a negative path or a positive path — sometimes you would be proud of yourself, other times though, you would wish your mother had truly aborted you when she had the chance. I grew up wrongly, and I was a strong believer in the self quotes that say that I shouldn't have grown at all. I should've killed myself, and I should've jumped off the bridge that day. All hopes and future aspirations be damned. I could remember that day like it was yesterday. It was merely a few weeks after my parents had sold me and I was living here with Nightshade. It was the day he'd first made me kill someone, and I was self aware enough that I could admit that I wasn't taking it well at the time. It a

BAEKALIS’ POV I sat in my room, well I was trying to sit at least. I went from pacing around, to sitting down for a bit and then back to pacing around again. Cyrus was still in the living room the last time I checked, but that had been a while ago. I was sure he would've already gone back to his own room by now. I felt a pang in my chest at the thought. Cyrus hadn't been to his own room in months, ever since we got together. Even if he did go, it was only for a few seconds to grab some clothes that he hadn't moved over to my room yet. I felt bad, and as if I was mad at him for no reason. But I wasn't. I needed Cyrus to understand the fact that he couldn't just not tell me stuff and I would be okay with it. It was demeaning and it made me feel…unimportant in some way. Like he could just replace me anytime he wanted to. He had already proposed, and we were supposed to start talking about wedding plans once this whole thing with Nightshade was over. But that didn't mean he had to push

CYRUS’ POVI yawned tiredly as the sun shone into my eyes, turning over as I felt for Baek, wanting to give her a good morning kiss.I patted the space beside, me feeling for her small frame before I groggily sat up.I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom, my feet refusing to move with each step I took as I yawned tiredly.“Darling?” I called out, peeping into the bathroom as I moved my hair out of my face.I moved to the corridors, calling out as the maids paused what they were doing briefly, giving me confused looks as I shouted out the name of my fiance.Clyde trudged out of his room, his eyes full and droopy from sleep.“What's going o…on?” He asked, yawning as he walked toward me, hands deep in his pocket as he leaned onto the wall, closing his eyes again.He never was a morning person.“Do you know where Baek is?” I asked, worry seeping into my tone as I craned my neck around his slender frame, his caramel scent gently wafting into my nose as he mumbled in his sleep.“Clyde!”

Baelakis POV As the chapel doors opened, revealing a sea of familiar faces bathed in the soft glow of room light, my breath caught in my throat.The faces of our loved ones were illuminated by the gentle glow, but it was Cyrus who commanded my attention. He stood tall and proud at the altar, looking breathtakingly handsome. He was a vision of elegance, his tall frame accentuated by the perfectly tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black hair was swept back, revealing his strong, chiseled features and those mesmerizing grey eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul.As I took in every detail of his appearance, my gaze lingered on the scar that stretched across his nose and above his mouth. It was a reminder of the battles he had fought, the trials he had overcome. The wound had begun to heal, a testament to his resilience.Cyrus exuded a quiet confidence as he waited for me at the altar, his eyes filled with love and a hint of mischief.As I took my