Semua Bab Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHAPTER FORTY ONE TYLA Point of View I sat up from my bed, my heart racing, and my breath coming in short gasps. I was panting heavily, my chest heaving as I looked around the room. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or what had happened. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized I was in my own bed, surrounded by the familiar walls of my bedroom. But the fear and anxiety still lingered, echoing through my mind like a distant memory. I tried to recall what my nightmare had been about, but my mind was a complete blank. The moment I opened my eyes, the details of the dream seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving me with nothing but a vague sense of unease. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to look out into the night. The moon was full, casting a silver glow over the landscape. I stood there for a moment, lost in thought, trying to shake off the lingering fear of my nightmare. I was slowly starting to calm my nerves. I hea

CHAPTER FORTY THREE DAMON Point of View I stood before my pack of rogues, my eyes scanning the crowd as I began to speak. "I've called this emergency meeting to inform you of a stranger's visit," I said, my voice low and serious. A murmur ran through the crowd, a low rumbling sound that grew louder as I continued. "He's requesting something from us, something that I'm not sure we're willing to give." The murmur turned into a chorus of growls and snarls, the rogues exchanging uneasy glances. I raised my hands, calling for silence. "Wait, let me finish," I ordered. "The stranger claims to have information about the strange people who attacked our territory. But he's only willing to share that information if we give him the diamond." One of the rogues, a burly male with a scar above his eye, spoke up. "You can't be serious, Damon," he said, his voice laced with incredulity. "We can't just hand over the diamond like that. It's the heart of our territory, the source of our power." I nodd

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE TYLA Point of View I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. I shouldn't care about my kooks because I was only going to see my dad, but I did. Two days after my argument with Jonathan, I realized I couldn't just keep waiting around for him to come to his senses. I needed to see my father, and I couldn't let Jonathan's controlling behaviour hold me back. I didn't tell my father about the argument or that Jonathan had forbidden me from visiting. I also didn't ask him to come over and visit instead. I had been quiet for the past two days, waiting and hoping that Jonathan would finally come back to his senses. But it seemed like he was not even ready to do that. He was going about his normal life, he probably forgot about me already. I got up really early, and snuck out of the house, and made my way to the palace. On my arrival, my father's face lit up with excitement. "Tyla!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide. I rushed into his embrace, feeling sens

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN TYLA Point of View Upon entering the packhouse I felt myself moving with confidence and my spirits were high along with my clear thinking. The instant I entered the building my face received a sudden burning sensation. The slap did not force me backward but caused a burning sensation. I raised my eyes to see the man who faced me. Jonathan. His expression appeared tight while his eyes showed dark anger as he looked at me. He spoke in a controlled manner while warning me with his words when he said "That's for leaving this house without my permission." My body remained upright as I resisted any movement when confronted by his anger. I held my cheek steady and revealed no weakness after he slapped me. He faced my unwavering stare with no change in my expression and regular breathing. Then, without thinking, I smiled. His expression twisted. The muscles across his face tensed while his jaw became rigid. His predictions included potential defiance or resistance yet he

CHAPTER FORTY -NINE TYLA Point of View After the meeting with the elder, we headed for the packhouse. The moment we stepped inside, there was Jonathan waiting for us. His dark eyes burned with fury, his posture rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and for the first time that night, I felt a flicker of regret. Jessica and I stopped dead in our tracks after few steps past the entrance, our bodies filled with anxiety, waiting for him to speak. "Where were you?" He asked, his voice controlled yet filled with burning rage. Neither of us spoke a word. We couldn't tell him what transpired between Elder Orion and us. His lips curled in irritation. "Don't you dare play games with me, did you go to see Damon?" Jessica and I exchanged a surprised look. We couldn't deny it now. "Yes", we said in unison. His nostrils flared, his chest rising with uneven breath. For a second, I expected him to lash out, to strike one of us like he always does. But he didn't. Instead he let out a col