บททั้งหมดของ BLOODLINE OF THE MOON : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

JAKE'S POVI felt a blade of betrayal cut through me. I couldn't tell if it was Derrick's betrayal or me betraying my friendship with Damon. For a moment, my pulse raced. How could I have been so blinded by my pursuit, not to see through this?Damon had always had my back. But Derrick, he has always opposed me. Just a few days ago, he tried turning the council against me. For what exactly? My mind pondered on why Derrick would want to go this length just to see me out as Alpha. Derrick wasn’t just a council member; he was someone I had trusted implicitly, he was my cousin!. How could he do this? How could he betray the pack, betray me?As much as he always wanted to rule, my father was the rightful heir and not his. So why fight for something that wasn't his?“Jake,” Lyra called out. Her slithery voice shattered my thoughts. “What do you intend to do now?” She asked.I inhaled deeply, compelling myself to concentrate. "I must see Damon," I said, maintaining a calm tone even as turmoil

LYRA'S POV I watched the crows feed on Derrick's lifeless body as it swayed in the wind at the Death Arena; a spot where executions were carried out for everyone to see. The rope around his neck dug deep into his neck. His face was frozen in an expression of shock as if death had taken him by surprise in its final, merciless grip. I should be happy I guess. Derrick had always opposed my stay in this pack, he questioned my capabilities to rule as Luna. I would have sworn he wanted my place as luna. However, my heart ached at the sight of him hanging like a piece of meat. This wasn't right. As much as it was meant to send a message across to anyone who would think of betraying the pack, there were other ways to do that other than this.“You're too soft Lyra!” Tara tore through my thoughts. “You must make a statement as a leader for your subjects to fear and respect you. Wait till our minds get to sync properly, I'd change a lot in you.” She scoffed.“I wish I could disown you right n

LYRA’S POVWhat just happened? Who was that and why would Jake be so furious at him? My mind reeled with some many questions as I stood there trying to process what just happened while staring at what was once a beautiful scene now in total disarray; shattered wine glasses, chairs flipped over, and the well-decorated cake now a smear all over the floor.“Maids!” Queen mother Tessa called out. I watched as the maids scrambled, rushing towards the scene. “Get this mess cleaned up!” She ordered, her tone Sharp and commanding.“Yes ma’am!” They responded with a slight bow.As they scrambled to tidy up the scene, I walked away, headed for the only place I could find solace at this point; My room. I waltzed through the passage a bit disappointed. I had spent quite an amount of energy planning this moment and it ended up in ruins. I grunted in frustration. Why do things keep falling apart the moment I feel like we are headed somewhere? I didn’t know who the stranger was or why Jake was so f

LYRA’S POV“What do you think about my outfit?” I asked Jake, halfway down the stairs grinning. My maid Abigail had selected a long, black flowing sequin dress that hugged my stature, for my outing with my mate. It glittered under the soft light from the chandelier. My makeover was light yet flawless and my hair wrapped up in a bun with free strands falling on either side of my face.Jake, who was adjusting his collar in front of the full-length mirror immediately caught a glimpse of my reflection in it. He immediately spun around in awe. His lips parted as if struggling to push out the right words to say. His well-tailored Black tuxedo perfectly hugged his body and his lustrous black hair was styled to perfection. How can I forget his eyes; they were one part of him that never ceased to charm me.“My goodness, Lyra,” Jake teased. His voice was barely audible, almost like a whisper.I felt butterflies in my tummy, my cheeks were red with blush as I tried to hide my smile but it foun

LYRA'S POV The first punch came fast, crashing into my ribs and knocking the air out of my lungs. I held my side, tripping backward, gasping, but Cloe didn’t give me a second to recover. She was tall and intimidating. Her hits came as quick as lightning. This time, it landed on my jaw, jolting my head to the side. I had felt my neck would snap. I staggered backward, hitting the floor, instinctively lifting my arm to protect my face from the next hit. “Damn!” I cursed under my breath. “You have to focus, Lyra. Focus!” I geared myself. I spat blood on the ground, slowly standing to my feet. The cheer from the crowd was deafening. Amidst the grinning face was Jake who sat at the podium. His eyes were locked on me while gripping tight on his seat, his expression hard. “Fight back, Lyra! Get the hell up! You've trained hard for this day.” I could hear his thoughts yelling at me through my mind link. Cloe stood right in front of me, flexing her muscles with a dark smirk on her fa