Semua Bab A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Bab 381 - Bab 390

Kayla's pov "What? What did you say?" Adrian whispered. “I think Lady Rina was my mother,” I sobbed. “And Alpha Dominic was my father.” His mouth opened. Closed. His hands clenched into fists. “I didn’t know,” I whispered. “I swear I didn’t know.” He staggered back a step like I’d punched him. “No...” Ingrid buried her face in her hands. And me? I stood there trembling, shattered, as the truth we’d all been running from finally caught up to us. Adrian’s face lost all color. He just stood there, eyes wide and locked on mine like he didn’t hear me right. I could see the flicker of panic behind his disbelief, as if his brain was short-circuiting. Like he wanted me to say it was a joke. “I’m your sister Adrian,” I said again, my voice cracking at the end. Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them. My throat was so tight I could barely breathe, let alone speak more, but I forced the words out. “I can't be with you Adrian… You're my brother.” “No,” he whispered. “No, t

Kayla's POV Everything was blurry. My ears were ringing, my chest felt tight, and it was like my body had just… shut down. I heard voices around me, but they sounded distant, muffled—like I was underwater. My limbs were heavy, my breathing shallow, and I couldn’t even tell if I was lying down or floating. Then, slowly, the light got clearer. The smell of antiseptic hit my nose. Cold sheets beneath my hands. Machines softly beeping somewhere close by. I blinked hard, struggling to lift my head. My vision was still a mess of shadows and light. “Luna Kayla?” Ingrid’s voice cracked. I turned my head slowly to the side and saw her sitting beside me, her face pale with worry and her hands clenched tightly in her lap. “You’re awake,” she whispered, her voice shaking with relief. “What… happened?” I croaked, my throat dry and sore. “You passed out,” she said gently, pushing the hair away from my face. “Right after… after everything came out.” And then it hit me like an for

Kayla's POV I sat in the passenger seat of the car as Logan drove us back to the hotel, staring down at my hands, still not fully believing what I had just been told. Pregnant. I was…pregnant. Adrian glanced at me and I could sense the worry in his eyes. His hand found mine, lacing our fingers together with a gentle squeeze. “You’re too quiet,” he said softly. “Say something, Kay.” I opened my mouth but closed it again, choking on the knot of emotions sitting in my throat. Pregnant for my brother. How can I explain that to anyone? How can I explain that to my child? But that doesn't mean I wasn't glad about the baby. After everything—after being told that my miscarriage ruined every chance of me ever carrying again, after giving up completely—this felt impossible. Miraculous. Terrifying. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away before Adrian could notice. “I just… I never thought this would happen again,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I thought it was over for

Adrian's POV I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, just watching her breathe. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, falling in soft silver strokes across Kayla’s face. Her brow was smooth now—so unlike the way it had been earlier when she was tense and anxious. There was something calming about watching her sleep, the way her lips moved ever so slightly, like she was dreaming of something... someone. And maybe I was dreaming too. Because today, I found out I’m going to be a father. Father. The word echoed in my chest with a mix of wonder and fear. My hand hovered just above her belly for a moment before I laid it gently across the soft fabric of her dress. I didn’t need confirmation. I could already feel it. The shift in her aura. The subtle rhythm of life forming inside her. It was… surreal. And yet, a shadow lingered. The possibility that she and I might share blood. I refused to believe it. No matter what the diaries hinted at. No matter wha

Kayla's povThe moment our feet touched southern soil again, I felt like I could finally breathe—at least for a second.Adrian’s hand brushed lightly against the small of my back as we stepped off the plane, and for the first time since we were in the south, I let myself lean slightly into him. Not too much. Just enough to feel something grounding beneath me. I didn’t want to let my guard down completely. I couldn’t afford to—not with Councilman Augustine still slinking around and the memory of Xavier’s too-smooth smile fresh in my mind.Adrian leaned over. “You okay?” He asked for the thousanth time.I nodded, my lips twitching into something between a smile and a grimace. “Better now that we’re back. I still don’t like flying.”He chuckled. “You’re not the only one. Logan puked the first three times I made him board this plane.”I smiled genuinely at that, but it quickly faded when I spotted a group of new guards lingering around the edge of the runway.“What’s with all the securit