Semua Bab The chosen luna: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Chapter 161Selene’s POVThe forest was too quiet once Mary and Lydia disappeared. Only the sound of my own breath filled the space.Caius stood across from me, half-shadowed by the trees, his coat rumpled from Lydia’s grip. For a long moment, neither of us spoke.I didn’t know whether to strike him or fall to my knees.“You’re alive.” My voice was a rasp.He flinched, “I never stopped being.”“Then where the hell were you?” My control snapped, rage tearing free after years of silence. “Six years, Caius! Six years I raised our daughter alone, thinking you were dead, or worse. Do you know what that did to me? To her?”His jaw tightened. “Every day I knew. Every day I watched from afar. I—”“Don’t you dare say you watched,” I hissed, my hands shaking at my sides. “A man who watches isn’t a father. He isn’t a mate. He’s a coward.”He didn’t argue. He just stood there, his shoulders tense, his silence cutting deeper than anger ever could.I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling it ache. “Sh

Chapter 163Selene’s POVMy breaths came fast, each one cutting through my chest as I stuffed Lydia’s clothes into a worn satchel. My hands shook so badly I fumbled with the laces, my vision blurring.Mary hovered by the doorway, pale and tight-lipped, watching me scatter through the house like a madwoman. “Selene, what is it? What did you smell?”I snapped the satchel shut, turning toward her. “It’s him.” My voice cracked. “It’s Darius. I caught his scent in the wind.”Her face was drained of color. She gripped the doorframe like it might hold her up. “Here? In this village?”“Not yet,” I said, dragging the second bag from under the bed. “But he’s close. Too close. He’s coming for us, Mary. I can feel it in my bones.”Mary pressed a hand against her mouth, her eyes wide with dread. “But we’ve been careful. No one knows. We changed our names. We—”“Careful isn’t enough against him.” My voice rose, trembling with fear and fury. “Darius won't stop. He will hunt you until the ground itse

Chapter 165“She is here.”Romano’s voice slithered through the hall. He stood near the door, a cruel smile playing at his lips as he tipped his head toward the Alpha lounging on his high chair.Darius’s red eyes gleamed. He leaned forward, his broad frame unfolding with the menace of a predator rising to its full height. “Here?” His voice was low, rich with anticipation.Romano’s grin widened, “Brought in just as you commanded. The wolf who thought she could hide has walked straight into your den.”For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the slow scrape of Darius’s chair against stone as he stood. His smile was wide and merciless. “Good.”He descended the steps. Romano followed, his wine glass swaying lightly in his hand, as if this was nothing more than entertainment.The guards dragged Selene forward. Her wrists were bound, chains biting into her skin. She thrashed violently against them, her hair falling wild across her face, her golden eyes burning with fury.“Let me go!”

Chapter 167Selene claws dripped red, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. Her grief for Chris fueling with every strike. One of Darius's men lunged in his wolf form, it's claws raised. Selene dodged, grabbed his arm, and twisted it until his bone cracked. He growled, dropping to his knees. She didn’t hesitate, as her claws sank into his chest, silencing him. Another came from the side, but she was quicker, slamming him into the wall. His head hit the wall hard and he slumped, lifeless.Chris’s broken face flashed in her mind, those hollow eyes, that desperate cry to die. Her heart twisted, tears mixing with the blood on her cheeks as it dripped down. “This is for you,” she growled under her breath, kicking open the next door.Inside, more guards waited. Five of them, armed and snarling. She didn’t flinch. With a roar, she charged. Her claws raked one across the face, sending him sprawling. Another swung a knife, it tore through her arm. Pain seared through her, but she ignore

169Caius ducked low, an arrow grazing his shoulder as he shoved Lydia behind a crumbling wall. His rogues flanked him, snarling, their claws out. Mary crouched beside Lydia, knife trembling in her hand, her eyes wide with panic. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of burning wood, the village a mess.“Stay down,” Caius growled at Lydia, his voice rough. He glanced at her, his scarred face softening for a split second. She nodded, clinging to Mary, her little body shaking. He hated seeing her like this, his daughter, scared and alone because of him.Another arrow whizzed past, embedding in the wall. Caius cursed, peering out. Darius’s men were closing in, their torches flickering through the haze. Six, maybe seven. Too many for a straight fight with Lydia here. His chest tightened. He’d felt her call, that weak but desperate howl, and it’d pulled him back. Now he had to get her out alive.“Mary, get her to the forest,” he said, turning to her. “I’ll hold them off.”Mary shook