Alle Kapitel von A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Kapitel 361 – Kapitel 370

Kayla's pov I was sitting by the window in my room, arms folded against my chest, watching the clouds roll by when Ingrid burst in. "Luna Kayla," she said breathlessly. Her hair was a bit frazzled, and her eyes were wide with something between worry and disbelief. I didn’t look away from the clouds. “Let me guess. The maids have caused another scandal? Or has Councilman Augustine decided I’m a threat to national security again?” “No,” she said, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind her. “There are two new women in the palace.” That got my attention. I turned slowly. “What women?” “They arrived this morning while you were still sleeping. I didn't know who they were so I asked around and I heard from one of the maids that they are from prominent families—one from the western hills, and the other from the council’s own ranks. And…” She trailed off. “And?” I raised an eyebrow. “They were being introduced as potential Luna candidates.” My stomach dropped, but

Adrian's pov I tried to stand from the make shift bed. “Sit. Down,” Tamara snapped, stepping in front of me like a wall of iron and maternal judgment. “You just got half your back sliced open and injected with godess-know-what. You’re not going anywhere, Adrian.” I glared at her from where I sat on the hospital cot inside the northern palace. “I’m fine.” “You’re bleeding through your bandages.” “I’ve had worse.” Tamara arched a brow. “What, like the time you challenged Jack to a sword duel while half-drunk because he insulted your pack’s hunting tactics?”Jack was her ex who we had now bonded with. “First of all, I wasn’t drunk,” I muttered. “Just… mildly wine-influenced. And second—he deserved it.” She smirked and crossed her arms, clearly not buying it. “You’re not healing like you should. That poison they hit you with? It’s laced with some kind of suppressor. You won’t be back to full strength for at least two days.” “Two days?” I repeated, horrified. “I don’t have two da

Adrian's pov The council chamber was stifling—thick with incense, thick with tension, thick with the sound of every last noble in the South muttering behind raised hands. I took my place at the defense table, Kayla on my left, Ingrid just behind her, and Hector flanked by two guards at my right. Shackles still circled his wrists—Augustine’s petty flourish, I suspected—but the key was already in my pocket. Councilman Augustine rose from the dais, crimson robe brushing the marble floor. His thin mouth curled into what he must have thought was a statesman’s smile. “Let us begin,” he proclaimed, voice echoing beneath the vaulted ceiling. “In light of Alpha Adrian’s recent… indisposition, this chamber must decide whether Lord Hector remains in custody. Treason against the alpha is not a trifle.” You’d know, I thought, watching his knuckles tighten on the podium. He spun toward the benches. “I propose that Lord Hector remain locked up until we conclude a thorough investigation.

Adrian's pov The council room was still buzzing behind me as I stepped into my office and finally closed the door. The moment it clicked shut, I leaned back against it and let out a long breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.“It worked,” I muttered to myself.The lie about investigating Kayla’s bloodline to verify the prophecy had been risky—but it bought her time. It bought us time.I moved to my desk and loosened the collar of my shirt. My jacket was already flung over the back of the couch. Logan came in right after, eyebrows raised and expression unreadable as usual.“Smooth move in there,” he said, crossing his arms. “You had Augustine stumbling over his robes for a second.”I gave him a half-smile and dropped into my chair. “He was about to force Kayla into an impossible choice. Marry Hector or be banished. I couldn’t let that happen.”Logan nodded and leaned against the edge of the desk. “So what’s the real plan? You don’t actually think you’re going to find the prophecy’s a

Kayla's POVI sat stiffly in my seat as Councilman Augustine smiled. It was smug, and cold. Ingrid had gone to the restroom earlier so I was left alone with this asshole.“So,” Augustine said, folding his hands and smiling with all the false warmth of a snake basking in the sun. “The shamed and rejected Luna returns to the place where everything fell apart. How poetic.”I clenched my jaw and turned my face toward the window, watching the clouds blur beneath us. I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.He leaned in slightly. “I wonder the kind of rumours the southern people will start spreading about you after I tell them everythingI find..”I snapped my gaze back to him. “Is there a reason you’re still sitting here, or do you just enjoy being a walking pest?”His eyes narrowed, but he chuckled. “Sharp tongue. But I suppose that’s what happens when you’re hiding something.”“I’m not hiding anything,” I said evenly, even though my heartbeat was racing. “And even if I were,