Todos os capítulos de The Exiled Luna : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Zara’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. Ryker stood in front of me, his eyes dark with frustration, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitch. I had just refused his offer—his invitation to join the Crescent Moon Pack.Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, as if we were standing on opposite sides of a battlefield. And in many ways, we were.“You’re serious about this,” he finally said, his voice low, almost dangerous. I crossed my arms, my chest tightening. “Yes, I am.” His nostrils flared. “You really want to stay away from the pack? From me?”My throat tightened at his words, but I forced myself to stand tall. “I don’t want to be part of a pack that cast me out so easily, Ryker. That turned its back on me when I needed them the most. When you—” I cut myself off before I could say it, before I could let the pain show.But it was too late. He heard it in my voice.Regret flickered in his eyes. “Zara…”“No,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “I c

Zara’s POV For weeks, I had finally found some semblance of peace. The pack had apologized, I had my family back, and Ryker was proving to me every day that he was no longer the man who had once cast me aside. But peace never lasted long in my life. And this time, the storm came wearing a familiar face. I had just finished sparring with James when Elena ran up to us, her expression tight with frustration. “You won’t believe who just showed up at the house,” she said, crossing her arms. Before I could respond, a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time—one that used to mirror my own—cut through the air like a blade. “Well, well, sister, you’re looking… surprisingly alive.” I turned, my breath catching. Mia. She stood at the edge of our property, her lips curled into a smirk. She looked exactly as I remembered—long dark hair, piercing blue eyes like mine, except where mine held pain and resilience, hers held cruelty and malice. James and Elena tensed beside me. Seris, who had bee

Ryker’s POV The scent of Zara’s blood still lingered in the air. It clung to my skin, burned into my memory like a curse I would never escape. I sat in my office, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. The rage inside me simmered, barely contained, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, it refused to settle. Mia had dared to touch my mate. She had dared to spill Zara’s blood right under my nose, and I had let it happen. I slammed my fist against the desk, the wood splintering under my strength. This was my faul all of it. If I hadn’t been so blind, if I hadn’t believed Mia’s lies all those years ago, Zara would have never been cast out. She would have never been forced to fight for her life, never had to build herself back up from nothing. And now, even when she had come back, even after I had sworn to protect her, I had failed her again. Mia was a sickness, a poison that had embedded itself deep in our pack, and I had been too much of a fool to see it

Mia’s POV Darkness suited me, I thrived in it. While my dear sister basked in the light of her so-called redemption, I worked in the shadows, planting the seeds of her destruction. She didn’t see it coming. None of them did. But soon… they would. It had only been three days since I sent the anonymous letter, but already, I could hear the whispers spreading through the Crescent Moon Pack. Doubt.,Suspicion and Fear among the pack members. The pack had welcomed Zara back, but deep down, their trust in her was fragile. They had turned on her once—why wouldn’t they do it again? I sat at the edge of the forest, hidden from sight, watching as a group of elders gathered outside the packhouse. Their faces were lined with concern, their voices hushed. “She came back different,” one of them muttered. Another nodded. “She survived too much. And she never speaks of where she was or how she became so powerful.” “And that power,” a third elder whispered, “it’s unnatural.” I grinned, Pe

Zara's pov The air in the room shifted, thickening like the moment before a storm. I felt it before I saw him—a strange, pulsing energy that made the hairs on my arms rise. The dim candlelight flickered wildly, shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls. Then he appeared. A tall, lean figure cloaked in white was standing in the doorway as if he had materialized from thin air. His presence was overwhelming, radiating an aura of raw power that sent a shiver down my spine. His long white hair cascaded over his shoulders, his silver eyes piercing into mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. I clutched the baby tighter to my chest, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. He stirred in my arms, but he didn’t cry. It was as if even he could sense the weight of the presence before us. “Who are you?” I demanded my voice firm despite the fear coiling in my gut. The man took a single step forward, his gaze never wavering. “My name is Arcturus,” he said, his voice deep a