Alle Kapitel von The Rogue Luna: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

~ ANGELINA ~The howl echoed through the trees, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. It was deep, familiar, and filled with something dark—something that made my stomach twist in fear.I knew that howl.Luca.My blood ran cold. My body locked up, old instincts warring with my newfound strength. The years I had spent under his control resurfaced like ghosts clawing at my mind.I felt Killian’s eyes on me, sharp and assessing. “Inside. Now.”His voice was a low growl, carrying authority, but I couldn’t move.I stood frozen in place, my breath uneven. My fingers curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.“No,” I whispered. “I won’t run.”Killian stepped in front of me, his expression unreadable, but there was something like approval flickering in his eyes. “Good. Then fight.”Another howl tore through the silence, closer this time. My heart pounded against my ribs, my body buzzing with adrenaline.Killian’s pack was already moving, shifting into their wolf forms, their

~ ANGELINA ~Sleep didn’t come easily.Even after I lay down, my mind raced, replaying every second of my encounter with Sienna. Her words, her demeanor—everything about her unsettled me. She hadn’t threatened me outright, but something about her presence screamed danger.And the worst part?I had no idea what she truly wanted.The dim light of dawn filtered through the window when I finally gave up on sleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t rest.With a quiet sigh, I slipped out of bed, wrapped a thin shawl around myself, and stepped outside. The crisp morning air greeted me, the scent of damp earth and pine filling my lungs.I wasn’t alone.Killian stood by the treeline, his back to me. Even from a distance, I could see the tension in his posture, the sharp alertness in the way he held himself.Something was wrong.I approached slowly. “You didn’t sleep either.”His head turned slightly. “Didn’t need to.”I stopped beside him, following his gaze into the woods. The trees

~ ANGELINA ~The walk back to the cabin was silent, but tension crackled between us. The air was thick with unspoken words, heavy with emotions I wasn’t sure either of us knew how to process.Killian’s pace was measured, but I could feel the energy rolling off him in waves. His jaw was locked tight, his shoulders stiff, his fingers curled into fists at his sides. He was angry—not at me, but at the situation. At whatever Sienna had stirred inside him.Inside me.“Not just an omega.”The words replayed in my mind, over and over, like a haunting melody I couldn’t shake.I had spent my whole life believing I was nothing more than an omega, the lowest of the low, a burden meant to serve and obey. But now… now, there were cracks in that truth. And through those cracks, something new was beginning to seep in. Something terrifying.By the time we reached the cabin, exhaustion settled over me like a heavy blanket. My body felt weighed down, my thoughts scattered, but my heart beat erratically,

I woke up to a numbing cold. It wrapped around me like a suffocating fog, seeping into my bones and making every inch of my body ache. My head throbbed, my limbs felt impossibly heavy, and my throat was parched. Blinking through the haze clouding my vision, I tried to take in my surroundings.Stone walls. Rough, uneven, and damp. A single torch flickered on the far wall, its dim light casting eerie shadows across the room. The scent of damp earth mixed with something metallic—blood?—hung thick in the air. I tried to move, but my wrists were bound behind my back, the coarse material biting into my skin.Panic surged through me. I tugged against my restraints, but they didn’t budge. Where the hell was I?Then, it all came rushing back. The chase. The masked men. The stranger with the locket.The memory of his glowing red eyes sent a shiver down my spine. He had saved me from those rogues, yet here I was, tied up and locked away. Had I escaped one captor only to fall into another’s hands

The weight of Damien’s revelation pressed heavily on my chest, suffocating me in a way I hadn’t felt before. My fingers tightened around the locket, its cold metal biting into my palm. The face of the man in the photograph—his sharp jawline, the regal set of his shoulders—burned itself into my mind. The former Alpha King. My supposed father. No. It couldn’t be true. But deep down, something inside me whispered that it was. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my thoughts. “If this is true,” I said, my voice hoarse, “why am I only finding out now? Why didn’t my mother ever tell me?” Damien’s gaze was unreadable. “Because she was trying to protect you.” “From what?” My voice cracked. “From them.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Angelina, think about it. If the world knew you were the daughter of a royal bloodline, do you really think they would have let you live as an omega? The moment you were born, you became a threat.” A threat. The word settled heavily in