A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 501 - 챕터 510

Hectors POVI stormed out of the manor like the place was on fire.My boots pounded against the marble steps, echoing through the night, and my fists were clenched so tightly I could feel my knuckles popping. Leonard and Sevrin trailed behind me, silent for a moment, though I could feel their eyes burning into my back.The cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to douse the heat boiling in my chest. My whole body shook with anger, like my veins were molten. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped until I was at the stone wall bordering the garden. With a guttural roar, I drew my fist back and slammed it into the wall with everything I had. The crack of stone splitting reverberated through the night. Dust rained down, and pain shot up my arm, but I welcomed it. Pain was better than helplessness.“Alpha!” Leonard rushed forward, grabbing my arm. “You’ll break your hand!”“I don’t care!” I snarled, yanking my arm free. I could feel the skin tearing across my knuckles, but I didn’t even

Ivonne’s POVI inhaled slowly, shoved the phone aside, and forced my voice into the iciest tone I could manage. “What do you want, Lincoln?”The door cracked open and, just as I suspected, he stood there. His expression was calm—too calm. That in itself was enough to make me wary. He wasn’t calm by nature. Lincoln thrived on storms, on anger, on fire. But now, he stepped in as though he were just an old friend dropping by.“I brought wine,” he said, holding up a dark bottle. In his other hand, a stack of papers. “And these. Peace offerings.”I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t drink with enemies.”He chuckled. “Enemies? That’s what we are now? No, Ivonne. I think we’re far too entangled for that word.”I crossed my arms, doing everything I could to keep from throwing him right back into the hallway. “Say what you came to say and leave.”“I came,” he said, stepping inside without permission, “to call a truce.”That stopped me cold.“A truce?” I repeated, my voice dripping disbelief.“Yes.” He

Ivonne’s POVMy eyes darted to Lincoln, To Alison then To the faces I barely recognized. Could it have been one of them?Would any of them try again?I shivered violently.“Easy,” Hector’s voice pulled me back. He crouched in front of me, his sharp eyes scanning me like a hawk. “Stay with me, Ivonne. You’re safe now.”I shook my head weakly. “I… can’t—” My voice cracked as another cough tore through me.“You can,” he snapped, but his voice softened at the edges. His hand hovered at my shoulder. “Stay awake. We don’t know if the smoke was poisoned so Don’t you dare close your eyes.”I tried to listen but my body had other plans. The smoke, the panic, the exhaustion—it was all too much and my vision blurred.. then the world tilted.“Ivonne!” His voice sounded far away now, even though he was right in front of me.My last thought before darkness claimed me was bitter, mocking.And once again… he’ll use this against me. Because I didn’t listen to him. Because I refused to move rooms like

Ivonne's povFor a while, Hector still didn’t move after Lincoln left. The door had clicked shut, leaving a silence that weighed heavy in the room. My chest rose and fell too quickly, as if the air itself was too thick to breathe. And then Hector moved.Closer. And closer, until he was Too close.I instinctively stepped back, my spine brushing against the edge of the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying for a sharp tone but hearing the wobble in my own voice.“My goddamn duty,” he said simply, like that explained everything.I was about to ask again but His hand shot out with strong fingers catching my wrist before I could retreat further. He tugged me toward him, and I stumbled forward, right into the heat of his chest.My breath caught.He scanned me with those sharp eyes of his. They swept over my face, down my arms before lingering too long at my shoulders.His other hand lifted, firm and unyielding as he tilted my chin so he could look even closer. “Are you hurt? Any

Hector’s pov“When,” I said slowly, my voice dangerously low, “did I ever agree to produce an heir?”I really should have expected it. Elder Marcellus had never passed up a chance to undermine or try to humiliate me, but the sound of his laughter. The stupid low, rasping, poisonous sound still made my hands curl into fists.The hall was filled with it now, his mocking voice bouncing off the stone walls.“You truly thought we would allow you to waste your bloodline on a weak werewolf woman? That we would permit an heir tainted with weakness?” He leaned on his staff, his eyes glittering with malice. “We already agreed last year—no weak wolf child born of a weak wolf wife.”The others chuckled darkly, feeding off him like hyenas.I gritted my teeth, swallowing down the sharp rise of anger. I’d fought men, armies, even other Alphas, and none of them got under my skin the way these goddess forsaken rotten elders did.But then Marcellus tilted his head, and the next words cut deep.“And no