Todos los capítulos de The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Andrew's POV"Where the hell is Elara, you bastard?!"My voice thundered through the forest, cutting through the noise of battle. Van didn’t flinch. He just stood there like a bastard born from arrogance and cruelty, that smug grin plastered across his face like he knew something I didn’t. My heart pounded like war drums, rage thundering through my veins, drowning out everything else.He raised an eyebrow, his arms still outreached, the image of calm. “She’s exactly where she wants to be.”I didn’t wait for more.I charged.The trees blurred past as I rushed forward, fists clenched, blood still fresh on my knuckles. Van met me halfway, his blade sliding from his belt with a hiss like a snake in the grass. Mine was already in hand. The steel screamed when it clashed, sparks flying, and the world seemed to narrow down to the two of us. To this very moment.“You don’t get to talk about her. Just answer my damn question,” I growled, swinging with enough force to crack bone.He ducked,

Andrew's POV“Elara,” I choked, breath catching in my throat as I watched her fingers curl in the air, gripping something I couldn’t see—but felt.That bond. The one thing that connected us together. That made us mates. And it scared the shit out of me.That invisible thread pulling taut from my chest to hers. Burning. Quivering. My wolf howled inside me, clawing to the surface, but I kept it down. Barely.It knew what was about to happen and it didn't want that but there's little any of us could do in this moment.We were at her mercy and the only thing we could do is hope.She didn’t look at me. Her eyes glowed silver, distant, as if she was staring through me, into something far beyond. The crowd had gone dead silent. Even the wind seemed to have stopped.“I’m doing what I should’ve done a long time ago,” she said, her voice level. Too calm. “I’m breaking the bond.”My heart dropped. My knees buckled slightly, but I caught myself. “No… No, Elara. Don’t do this.”I knew. I knew but

Andrew’s POVI was choking on blood and pain.Every breath felt like someone was carving my lungs from the inside out. The moment she stabbed me, the blade slid in too easily—like it had been made just for me. I should’ve gone down right then. Should’ve blacked out. But my body, or maybe my heart, refused.I couldn’t stop looking at her.Elara stood frozen, her eyes wide but distant, like she wasn’t even really here. The blood on her hand shimmered with moonlight—my blood—and still, she didn’t flinch.Someone screamed. Lora? Maybe Michael. I couldn’t focus. Every sound had become muffled, underwater, like the world had been dunked beneath grief and confusion. My knees finally buckled, and I felt Michael catch me just before I hit the ground.“Elara! What the hell have you done?” Michael’s voice cracked with panic.“I—” Her lips parted, but no words followed. Just emptiness.Then it happened. A blur to my left. Snarling. Rage.“NO!” Greg shouted.The wolf charging at her was fast, wit

Andrew’s POVDarkness.That was all I saw.Thick, crushing darkness that felt too real. Heavy and cold like water filling my lungs.Then all a sudden I felt a sharp pain.My chest convulsed. A violent cough ripped through me and blood gurgled at the back of my throat. I rolled to the side, choking, gasping, clawing at the dirt beneath me like I could hold onto the world itself. My head spun, blurred shadows flitting around my vision.I was alive?No. That didn’t make sense. I felt the blade. Owlshard. The poison should’ve ended me. And the bond—Elara broke it. I felt the snap like a thousand needles tearing into my soul.“Elara…” I rasped. Her name scraped from my throat like gravel.The air stank of blood and burnt fur. I could hear snarls, clashes, battle cries—the unmistakable chaos of wolves locked in a brutal war. The Grimshade pack. Van.That’s right. They’d come. And now a battle is raging. From where I laid, I couldn't tell who was actually winning but I hoped my pack was.An

Elara’s POVI lunged.Dorian didn’t move. He didn’t have to. The ground cracked beneath us as the Owlshard flashed—silver turning red in a blink, like it knew what night it was.We were in front of a building that led into his pack and it looked to be tightly shut. I was thankful for that. No interferences.The Blood Moon had risen.I felt it before I saw it.And it scared the shit out of me. There have been so much propechies about this night, that it made feel like this night was a cursed one.I've had visions of death, chaos and plenty of blood shed and already we already had our first casualty.Who would've thought that Andrew would die by my hands.The blood moon had already corroded the atmosphere and now, I could feel an eerie pulse. The slow, crawling cold sliding up my spine. A deep thrum in the earth, ancient and angry, as if something buried long ago was clawing its way to the surface.Then the sky turned even more crimson.I froze.Above us, the moon bled across the heave