Todos os capítulos de His Hybrid Luna: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Valkyrie The rogue’s wild eyes darted erratically around the room, yet they always returned to me. His gaze seemed to pierce through my very soul, as though he could see something hidden from others. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm, stepping instinctively in front of Nancy. “Nancy,” I said, my voice steady but low, “go get help. Now.” “But Val—” “Now!” I snapped, sharper this time. I was too afraid of losing her and... myself. Nancy hesitated, her eyes wide with fear, but she obeyed, darting out of the room. The rogue’s lips curled into a twisted smile as he watched her leave, his expression filled with a disturbing mix of triumph and mockery. “You’re brave,” he sneered, taking a deliberate step forward. “Braver than I expected for someone like you.” My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. “Who sent you?” He chuckled, his grin widening to reveal crooked, yellowed teeth. "Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.

Ragnor The amber glow of the whiskey mocked me, catching the moonlight filtering through the window. I tipped the bottle back, letting the burn sear my throat, but no amount of alcohol could drown out the torment clawing at my sanity. Valkyrie's words lingered—relentless, accusing—as if the walls themselves whispered her pain back to me. I had walked away from her tonight, leaving behind not just the woman I swore to protect, but also the fragile hope of a future—the pup she carried. A curse. The word echoed in my mind like a taunt, twisting the whiskey in my stomach into a hollow ache. I slammed the bottle onto the desk, the glass rattling ominously against the wood. My chest tightened, the weight of inherited madness pressing down like an iron vice. The curse etched into my bloodline had stolen my father’s mind, leaving him a broken shell before his death. Now, it lingered in me, a beast clawing at the edges of my sanity, waiting for a moment of weakness. And now,

Valkyrie Anna’s smile softened as she stepped closer, her voice adopting a syrupy sweetness. “You’re so brave, Madam Valkyrie,” she cooed, her tone dripping with false admiration. “To carry this burden alone—it’s admirable. Truly.” Her words were meant to comfort, but they carried an odd undertone I couldn’t quite identify. Still, I was too wrapped up in my own turmoil to notice the shift in her demeanor. “I don’t feel brave,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I feel... lost.” Anna tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light. “Sometimes, being lost is the first step to finding your true path.” Something about her tone made me glance at her sharply, but her expression remained carefully composed. She reached out as if to touch my arm, but I stepped back instinctively, clutching the journal tighter to my chest. Before Anna could say anything more, the door swung open abruptly. “Valkyrie,” Nancy’s familiar voice cut through the tension, tinged with s

Tasya I never thought I’d find myself here, leading the filthiest of animals on my own—the rogues. "Who’s taking her head tonight?" I shouted, my anger rising as I referred to Valkyrie, the target of my plans. None of them dared to speak. That’s what made them idiots—disgusting wenches. "You’re all fools!" "Tasya! My daughter..." My father’s voice cut through my frustration. "They need to know their worth! They never succeed, Father! It's been two weeks now, and no results!" "We need to be patient..." Father closed the distance between us. "And watch your words. They may be fools and disgusting, but they're stronger together. We won’t be the prey here, Tasya." I gulped, his words sending chills down my spine. Though we provide everything here in our secret Beta's territory—food, clothes, and shelter—the rogues are still beasts themselves. How could I forget? "Now, what's the plan? I need to get back to Blue Fire and become the Luna, Father! They need to know they're weak wi

Ragnor My earlier meeting with Dwayne brought a small sense of relief as I planned to finally talk to Valkyrie. Maybe, just maybe, I had the nerve to confront this fear with her. The fire crackled faintly in the hearth as I sat in the darkened study, my gaze fixed on the documents spread before me. Maps, handwritten notes, and a single bloodstained journal—the remnants of my father’s obsession with the curse—were scattered across the desk. My chest tightened as I traced the faded ink with trembling fingers. This curse had stolen so much already. I wouldn’t let it take Valkyrie or our pup. I was determined to see that promise through, but it meant leaving the pack—and Valkyrie. It was a tough decision, but I couldn’t ignore it. Yet, I believed Dwayne and my warriors were strong enough to protect everyone in the pack while I was away. “I have to do this,” I murmured, so sure I would find a way to make things work. The night was eerily silent, but I could hear the sound