บททั้งหมดของ His Hunger, My Curse : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Lena’s breath came short and sharp as she stared at the man before her. Cassian. His name was as sharp as his gaze, cold and cutting, like a blade honed to perfection.He didn’t look at her like an ally. Or even an enemy.He looked at her like an assignment.Selene lounged against the dark stone throne, watching with an amused expression. “Well, don’t just stand there, Lena. Say hello to your new mentor.”Lena clenched her jaw. “I don’t need a mentor.”Cassian arched an eyebrow. “You don’t even know what you are.”Anger flared hot in her chest. “I know enough.”Selene sighed, pushing off the throne and stepping toward them. “No, you don’t.” Her tone was almost boring, but there was something deadly beneath it. “You don’t even know what’s buried inside you, and that makes you reckless. Weak.”Lena glared. “I am not weak.”Cassian chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”Before she could react, he moved.Fast.Too fast.A blur of motion, and suddenly Lena was slammed against the cold stone wal

Lena barely dodged Cassian’s attack, throwing herself to the side as his fist sliced through the air where her head had been just seconds before.No warning. No hesitation.This wasn’t training. This was a test—one she had no intention of failing.She landed in a crouch, her muscles burning, but there was no time to recover. Cassian was on her again, faster than before.His next strike came at her ribs. She twisted away, narrowly avoiding the impact, but before she could counter, he pivoted and slammed his foot toward her side.Lena caught it—barely.The force sent her skidding backwards, her boots scraping against the stone floor.Cassian smirked. “Better.”Lena exhaled sharply. “If this is your idea of control, I think you need a better definition.”He moved again. A blur.Lena barely got her arms up before his fist crashed into her forearm, the impact sending a shockwave through her bones.“You think control means hesitation?” Cassian asked their voice calm despite the relentless a

Lena’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the man standing before her. The dim candlelight cast flickering shadows across his face, but there was no mistaking those golden eyes—eyes she had once known as well as her own. Eyes she thought she’d never see again.“Dorian,” she whispered, barely trusting her voice.His name felt foreign on her tongue, like a relic of a past she had buried long ago.Dorian took a step closer, his gaze sharp, scanning her like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. “Lena. Gods, it’s really you.”She stepped back instinctively, heart hammering. “You’re supposed to be dead.”A humourless smile ghosted across his lips. “I get that a lot.”Lena shook her head, trying to piece together the impossible. She had watched him fall. Had seen the blood spill from his wounds. She had mourned him, cursed his name, and carried the guilt of his death for years.And yet, here he was, standing in her room like a ghost made of flesh.“How?” she demanded, voice

The moment Selene stepped forward, the battlefield stilled.Her presence was like a storm pressing down on them—powerful, suffocating. The air around her shimmered with restrained magic, the torches casting eerie shadows against the walls of the stronghold.Lena forced herself to stand tall, gripping the hilt of her dagger so tightly that her knuckles turned white.She hadn’t seen Selene in years, but the woman hadn’t changed. If anything, she seemed more dangerous now. Dark hair cascading down her shoulders like ink, piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through Lena, and a confidence that made her presence even more terrifying.Cassian tensed beside her, his blade still drawn, but Lena saw the way his violet eyes darkened with something deeper than just anger. He had known this moment would come—had been waiting for it.Dorian was less composed. His body hummed with tension, golden eyes burning with hatred. “Selene,” he spat, his voice like a growl.Selene merely smirked. “

The air inside the Coven’s sanctum was thick with magic, humming in a way that made Lena’s skin prickle. The truth Idris had revealed still echoed in her mind—the last of the Trueborn, the only one who could stand against Selene. It was a destiny she hadn’t chosen, a power she didn’t understand.But there was no more time for doubt.She was here to learn.Lena glanced at Cassian and Dorian. Cassian gave her a nod, his dark eyes steady with unspoken support. Dorian, however, was less composed, his arms crossed as he leaned against one of the stone pillars, his gaze sharp with skepticism.Idris watched them carefully before speaking. “Your training must begin immediately. If Selene is moving, then so must we.”Lena squared her shoulders. “Then show me what I need to do.”Idris gestured for her to follow.They moved through the corridors of the underground sanctum, the walls shifting from stone to something smoother, darker—enchanted. Lena could feel the energy pulsing through it, like t