Semua Bab Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE TYLA Point of View I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. Jay's grip on me had been like a vice, but I had managed to break free, and now I just needed to put as much distance between us as possible. The sounds of fighting grew fainter as I ran, and I knew that the soldiers, Damon, and Jason were still distracted by their battle. I took advantage of the chaos, following the back border of the pack's territory to sneak out unnoticed. My feet pounded the earth, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I didn't stop running until I saw the familiar outline of Damon's lodge in the distance. I burst through the door, slamming it shut behind me and leaning against it to catch my breath. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. I was safe. For now. I collapsed on Damon's bed, and I immediately felt the emotions I had been holding back finally overflow. I burst into tears,

CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE JONATHAN Point of View I walked through the familiar halls of my home, trying to take it all in. It felt strange to be back after so long, especially with my memories still hazy. The healer had told me it would take time, that my memories would return gradually. But it was frustrating, feeling like a part of me was still missing. As I wandered, I picked up various objects, hoping something would trigger a memory. But everything that came back to me was from my childhood. Memories of me playing with toys, running through the gardens, laughing with my parents. It was like my mind was intentionally blocking out everything else. I stopped in front of a painting in the living room, staring at the smiling faces of my family. My parents, my sister, and me. I remembered that day, remembered the laughter and the sunshine. But what about after that? What about my life before the accident? There was something about the picture which my sister was in it. I stared at it blan

CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE TYLA Point of View I stood in the center of the pack, surrounded by the people I had now come to trust within this few days I had spent with them. Damon was away that morning, so I was trying to keep myself busy. I didn’t want to endure the boredom of being alone in my room the whole day. But the day didn’t go as planned. The rogue pack messenger arrived at the rogue pack that morning with a news. A news that sent my world crashing down. "Elder Orion is dead," the messengers announced, his voice trembling. "He was poisoned." I scoffed. “Elder Orion of cornrow? That’s not even possible!” The messenger nodded. His face seemed very pale and at the same time, it seemed too normal to be a joke. “Elder Orion of the cornrow pack has been poisoned,” he repeated, emphasizing it this time. My heart dropped. I could not believe what I had just heard. He was gone! I crumpled to the ground, overcome with grief. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cried this much, but now th

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN JONATHAN Point of View I woke up one morning, my memory fully regained, every forgotten piece has been recovered. The events that took place during my sickness replayed in my mind. I had been weak and uncertain for too long, but now I have recovered and I was filled with rage. At first, I stayed still, letting it all sink in. My mind played back every event I had forgotten, every decision I had made, every betrayal that had occurred while I was vulnerable. It was like waking up from a long, restless dream only to realize that the world around me had changed. And not for the better. I pushed myself up, my body still weak but my mind sharper than it had been in weeks. As I adjusted to my surroundings, the door to my chamber swung open. A guard stepped inside, his expression hesitant, as if unsure whether to treat me as the man I once was or the broken leader I had become. "You’re awake," he said, bowing slightly. "I’ll go inform the pack."The Beta and the elders w

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINEJAY Point of View I stormed out of the room, my hands shaking with rage. Jonathan's smug face and cold laughter echoed in my mind as I walked through the hallways of the pack house. The pack members I passed averted their eyes, sensing the fury radiating from me. Regret gnawed at my conscience. I should have acted sooner. All those nights I had stood outside Jonathan's door while he was sick, contemplating what to do—I should have just ended it then. I could have taken control of the pack, led them properly, not with tyranny and fear. But I hadn't. Some misplaced sense of loyalty had stayed my hand. I reached my quarters and slammed the door shut behind me. The map of pack territory I'd been studying earlier still lay spread across my desk. I pressed my palms against the wood, trying to steady my breathing. "Jessica," I whispered to the empty room. "Where did he take you?" Jonathan's wife—no, his prisoner—had been missing for days now. No one had seen her, or know