Semua Bab The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Elara’s POVThe ground cracked beneath my boots, splitting open like a hungry mouth. The Blood Moon bled its cursed light over everything, turning the dirt a dark red, like dried blood. My mother gripped my arm from behind, weak but still trying to pull me back.“Elara,” she begged, voice rough with pain. “Please. Don’t fight him. You’re not ready.”I shook my head. “It’s too late for that.”Dorian still stood at the edge of the circle, the corrupted wolves growling at his feet like twisted pets. He tilted his head slightly, watching me like I was some kind of experiment unraveling before his eyes.Then, behind him, a door opened.One by one, they stepped out.Mara. Rhea. Deveruid. Harrow.And Jacob.My breath caught in my throat. My knees nearly buckled.If there was any atom of thought on escaping, it just went through the window.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.“Well, well,” Mara purred, flipping her long black braid over her shoulder as she stepped beside Dorian. “Look

Andrew’s POVThe black veins crawled up her arms like ink spilled under skin, slow and merciless.“Elara,” I whispered, breath catching in my throat.Her eyes flickered toward me again—but this time, she didn’t seem to see me. Not really. She looked past me, through me, as if I was nothing but smoke and sound.“No,” I muttered, stumbling forward. My legs barely worked. Every muscle screamed. My ribs throbbed with the memory of death. I shouldn’t even be standing, but there was no force in the world that could’ve stopped me from going to her.She needed me.“Elara!” I shouted louder this time, hoping my voice could cut through the fog swallowing her.The power wrapped around her like a living thing. The Owlshard glowed furiously at her chest, its light frantic, flickering like it was trying to burn a hole through her. She was still fighting—cutting down corrupted wolves left and right—but her body was rigid now, her face twisted in pain.“Elara, stop!” I broke into a run, pushing past

Andrew’s POVThe second I saw Greg’s tall form crash through the left flank, I knew we had a chance.Lora’s daggers were a blur of silver, and Michael’s claws and fists were strong. Their arrival punched a hole in the madness just wide enough for me to breathe again—and then I saw her.Elara.She had collapsed again. Chest heaving. Eyes barely open.Everything around me stopped. A dark wolf slammed into my side, but I barely felt it. I drove my blade through its throat and kept going, shoving bodies aside, clawing my way toward her. I didn’t care who was in front of me. I didn’t care how weak I still was. All I saw was her.Her arms trembled as she tried to push herself up. The veins on her skin were black, crawling like vines across her throat and chest. Her fingers twitched, reaching for her sword, but it was too far.“Elara!” I roared, forcing my way forward.She didn’t answer.She was slipping.Damn it. No. No, not like this.I broke through the last of the wolves, dropped to my

Elara’s POVDorian’s laugh scraped down my spine like nails on bone. It wasn’t just unsettling—it was wrong. Twisted. Like the sound didn’t belong in this world.I couldn't figure out what the cause of his laughter was. One moment he wanted to have our hides for sabotaging his plans, the next he is laughing like he didn't have a care in the world.He stepped forward, slow and theatrical, his boots crunching against broken branches and blood-soaked soil. The smile on his face was pure poison.A poison I wanted to get away from.“Bravo,” he said, giving us another condescending clap. “Truly touching. The lovers reuniting. A bond reborn. How… quaint.”Andrew’s jaw ticked beside me. He shifted closer, his fingers brushing mine—a small touch, grounding me. Dorian had always been a bitter man. When I was still part this pack, he didn't care about me.I was just another useless addition to his pack until Andrew came along and saved me.I couldn't believe I didn't see this a long time ago un

Andrew’s POVDeveruid smirked like he had something to teach me and it pissed me off.“You look angry,” he said, circling. “Still mad I stole your little mate months ago? Thought you’d be over it by now.”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My blade spoke first. I was determined to end him for speaking about Elara the way he did.Metal screamed as I swung for his throat. He ducked, spun, and sliced across my shoulder. Pain burst white-hot, but I didn’t stop.“You’re going to die,” I told him.“Oh?” he chuckled. “You’ve gotten dramatic since she warmed your bed.”I snapped.My fist cracked against his jaw, sent him stumbling. He spat blood, grinned like he liked the taste.“You always were the weak one,” he sneered. “Always playing the hero. But deep down, you know you’re nothing without her. I can't believe you refer to yourself as alpha.”I charged.He met me head-on, our swords clashing again and again. Each strike sent shockwaves through my arms. He moved fast, slippery like a snak