All Chapters of The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Andrew’s POVPain ripped through my skull as I opened my eyes.It was like claws scraping the inside of my head, dragging through my thoughts. I blinked, chest heaving, lungs burning, and sat up fast. Too fast.My stomach flipped.“Elara.”Her name burst out of me like a gasp of air after drowning. I looked around, panic rising. The room was bright, too bright. Familiar, but wrong.Like I wasn't meant to be here.This wasn’t the last place I remembered. This wasn’t where I last saw her. I was bleeding on the ground when she came to my aid. But then I remembering moments I slipped in and out of consciousness.It was the infirmary. At the packhouse.What the hell—“Easy, Andrew.” A voice to my right.I turned. Greg.He stood by the door, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes were red-rimmed, but he wasn’t the kind of man who cried. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.“What happened?” My voice cracked. “Where is she? Where’s Elara?”Greg didn’t speak right away. And that told me everyth

Elara’s POVThe ropes cut into my wrists as Harrow dragged me up the rocky path. My legs barely moved, every step heavier than the last. Blood crusted on my face. My mouth tasted like iron and dust. Dorian walked a few feet ahead, too quiet, too calm. That smirk still haunted his face like he knew something I didn’t—and it was only a matter of time before I found out.I coughed. “Where… are you taking me?”Dorian didn’t slow down. “You’ll find out soon enough.”I didn't like the sound of that. Nothing Dorian ever says puts me in a comfortable position.He near killed me earlier and whatever made him stop must be really important.The wind howled through the narrow cliffside trail. Fog clung to the mountain like a warning, thick and unwelcoming and I shivered.I stumbled, knees giving way for a moment. Harrow yanked the rope tighter, forcing me forward.“You didn’t kill me,” I said, voice hoarse. “Is this why?”Dorian turned slightly. The setting sun lit half his face in gold, the ot

Andrew’s POVThe night air felt colder than usual as we stood at the edge of the clearing. The trees loomed like quiet guards, and the full moon burned white-hot above us, casting shadows across the grass. I stood still, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, the tension in my chest tight like a loaded crossbow, ready to be released.Michael stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes on Lora. Greg lingered by the tree line, silent, scanning the perimeter like he expected something—someone—to burst from the dark at any second.But all I could see was Lora.She stood barefoot in the center of the clearing, a pale chalk circle drawn around her with ancient runes scratched into the dirt. Her long coat billowed slightly in the wind, and in her hands, she held a silver dagger. The tip gleamed like ice. She was whispering something under her breath, the words too old for me to understand, but the tone sent a chill down my spine.“Is it supposed to be this quiet?” I muttered to Michael, m

Andrew's POVThe woods stretched endlessly around us, the trees thick with shadows. The air hung heavy, and still. Too still. Like the forest was holding its breath.We had been walking for hours, moving deeper into the heart of the woods. The others had fallen silent after Lora’s last words—after she saw the Blood Moon mark on my chest. The urgency had settled between us like a weight. None of us knew what it meant, but we all knew one thing: it wasn’t good.Michael kept glancing over his shoulder, his brow furrowed. He’d said almost nothing since we left the camp. Greg’s grip on his blade had tightened to the point where his knuckles were white, and Lora—well, she kept her distance. She was still shaken by the vision, still trying to process everything she’d seen. But I couldn’t blame her. Hell, I couldn’t even process it myself.I’d kept the mark hidden from the others. I didn’t know how to explain it to them. How do you explain something you don’t even understand? The pain had

Greg’s POV“What the hell do you mean you’re going alone?”My voice bounced off the walls of Andrew’s office, sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. I slammed the door shut behind me, barely keeping my temper in check. Michael and Lora were already inside, both looking like they would rather be somewhere else than here. I felt tired, furious, and completely blindsided.Andrew stood near the window, back turned, his hands clenched behind him like he was holding himself together with sheer will. The faint glow from outside caught the edge of his jaw, highlighting the tension in his on his face.He didn’t answer.I took a step forward. “You’re seriously going to walk into a cult’s sanctuary, filled with lunatics who want to raise a god through Elara—by yourself? No backup? No plan? Just vibes?”He turned slowly, expression calm. Too calm. That was the scary part.“I’m not asking for your permission, Greg.”Michael scoffed. “No, you’re not. You’re just announcing your own funeral a