Todos os capítulos de A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Capítulo 451 - Capítulo 460

Adrian POVThe council hall had never felt so full of tension. Augustine was standing there with that sneering twist to his mouth, but I saw the way his jaw ticked when I asked him the question again.“I asked you a fucking question council man! Where did you get that footage?” I pressed, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the murmurs in the hall.He stiffened. Just a second too long. I caught it.“Fucking Answer me.” I leaned forward across the table, meeting his eyes. “Because I know for a fact there are no cameras in that part of the palace. And yet you somehow have clear footage of Kayla in her sleep, unconsciously setting off fire? That doesn’t just fall into your lap, Augustine. That’s not luck—that’s a setup.”The hall quieted, all eyes shifting between us.Augustine cleared his throat, tried to smirk, but I could smell the nervous sweat starting to roll off him. “We… we keep regular surveillance. Routine security, nothing more.”“Bullshit,” I snapped before he could fi

Adrian's POVI will never forget the sound of her body hitting the floor.The scream caught in my throat as I saw Kayla fall—her eyes wide, her hands pressed desperately against her stomach. For a heartbeat, I didn’t even breathe. The bond between us—the lifeline that always hummed faintly at the back of my mind—went eerily silent.“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no—”The world blurred as I lunged forward. My knees scraped against the stone floor, but I didn’t feel it. All I felt was the way my heart shattered when I pulled her into my arms.“Kayla!” My voice cracked as her blood seeped warm and sticky against my fingers. “Stay with me, please. Please, goddess, not like this.”Ingrid’s scream cut through the hall. “Help! Somebody help her!”The room had gone still, silent, horrified. Dozens of people stood frozen, their eyes wide, their whispers trapped in their throats. Not a single one moved to help us.“Logan!” I roared, desperate.“I’m on it!” he shouted back, already sprinting for th

Kayla’s POVI don’t remember feeling anything when I struck Adrian.That thought alone makes my stomach twist now, but in the moment… I had been cold, empty.I remember the way he had shouted my name, his voice breaking as though sheer desperation could pull me back. “Kayla! Please, it’s me. Don’t do this. Snap out of it!”But I hadn’t cared. His words were hollow to me, like they were bouncing off a wall of ice surrounding my heart. I’d raised my claws, ready to strike the killing blow against the one man I swore I’d never hurt.And I hadn’t felt a thing.Not until—“Kayla!”My wolf’s scream tore through me, echoing inside my head like a thunderclap. It was so loud, so frantic, that my body had frozen mid-strike.The next thing I remember is falling into a trance, my limbs going limp as though something had ripped me out of reality. My vision blurred. Then there was nothing but white.When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in a vast, endless white room. No walls, no ceiling—just

Kayla’s POVThe moment Rogans dagger slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor, I felt my knees buckle—but before I could even fall, Adrian was already there. His arms wrapped around me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe.“Kayla!” His voice was raw, panicked. His hands moved frantically over my body, searching. “Gods—are you okay? Tell me you’re okay!”I let out a shaky laugh, even though my chest was still heaving. “Adrian, I should be the one asking you that. You look like you were about to faint.”He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with fear. Then he froze, his gaze dropping to my stomach. His expression shifted to pure shock.“There’s no blood,” he whispered, almost like he couldn’t believe it. He pressed his hand lightly against my waist. “Kayla… you were stabbed. I saw it. How—how are you standing?”I smiled softly, trying to reassure him. “My mother taught me some things. Old… methods. Things I didn’t even know I’d need one day.”His brows furrowed.

Kayla's POVI could barely sleep last night. My stomach was tied in knots, equal parts excitement and nerves. I kept turning over the fact that Adrian had once told me, in his usual impatient way, that we’d marry in a week. But of course, he couldn’t even wait that long. He and his mother moved the date up—five days instead of seven. And now, today, here I was, waking up as the bride.“Kayla! Wake up, wake up!” Candice’s voice rang out before I even opened my eyes.I groaned, rolling onto my side. “Please tell me it’s not morning already.”“It’s not just morning, it’s your wedding morning!” Ingrid’s excited squeal followed. The two of them burst into my room, faces glowing with excitement like this was their wedding.I sat up slowly, heart pounding. “Oh, goddess,” I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest. “Today’s really the day.”Candice rushed over, practically bouncing onto the bed. “Yes! And you’re going to look perfect, and everything’s going to be perfect. Adrian’s probably alre