All Chapters of The chosen luna: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter 172 The cell door slammed, as the guard twisted the lock. The walls hummed faintly, and when Selene reached for the bars, a violent shock ripped through her arm. She hissed, jerking back. Lena’s eyes narrowed. “Electric.” Kael cursed under his breath, pacing the cramped space. Jared tested the other side but pulled his hand back just as fast. “They caged us like rats.” Selene leaned against the wall, her chest heaving. Across the room, Caius lay slumped on the floor, barely conscious. “Stay with me,” she whispered across the distance, her claws trembling against her knees. They were locked in a room looking like an experimental lab and locked in a cell by the corner. Selene's wolf clawed at her ribs, restless, but the sight of Lydia tied to that machine at the center of the room silenced everything. Her little body was strapped in with cold metal, her eyes wide and wet. Selene shut her eyes, biting back tears. She couldn’t crumble. Not now. The sound of footsteps dra

Chapter 174 The knife glinted against Lydia’s throat. Selene’s claws twitched, but she didn’t move an inch. One wrong step and her daughter’s blood would spill. “Mary,” she said, “look at her. She’s just a child. This isn’t justice.” Mary’s jaw trembled, though her grip stayed firm. “She’s his child. His blood. The same blood that killed mine.” Lydia whimpered. “Mary… you promised you’d never let anyone hurt me.” Mary’s eyes flickered, guilt flashing across her face before she shut it down. “Don’t talk,” she snapped, though her voice cracked. Selene’s chest heaved. She forced herself to breathe slow, to keep her voice steady. “If Caius killed them, he had a reason. You know him. You’ve seen who he is. Does that sound like him? To slaughter innocents?” Mary’s lip quivered. Her eyes glistened, but she shook her head violently. “Stop! Stop trying to cover for him! I know what I lost. I know what he did.” Selene’s claws curled into her palms. “Then take it out on me. Not her.” T

Chapter 176 The chamber fell silent, heavy with the smell of blood and smoke. Darius stood tall in the center, his crimson eyes gleaming like fire in the torchlight. Behind him, Mary hovered, her grip on the knife tight, but her gaze restless. Selene caught the flicker of hesitation, but she pushed it aside. Right now, only one thing mattered. Lydia’s cry still echoed behind the locked door. “Mummy!” Selene’s claws slid out, her body trembling with rage. “Let her go, Darius.” Darius smirked. “She’s the key, Selene. With her blood, with Caius’s blood, I can create perfection. And you—” his gaze sharpened—“you’ll be alive to witness it, that's if you behave of course.” Selene took a step forward, her golden eyes blazing. “You talk too much.” Romano muttered under his breath, “Finally, someone says it.” Darius ignored him, his smirk widening. “Fight me then. Show me this fury of yours. Or kneel and beg. Either way, the child is mine.” The words snapped something inside her. Se

178 Selene held Lydia tight, her sobs muffled against her shoulder. Every instinct screamed to run, to get her daughter away from this place. Romano leaned against the wall, laughing raggedly even as blood dripped from his mouth. “This place is coming down whether you like it or not. You want your child safe? Leave now.” Selene’s claws clenched against Lydia’s back. Her heart twisted. Leave Mary? Leave the woman who had betrayed her, yet turned in the end? Mary screamed again, her knife slashing across Darius’s chest. For a moment, she looked like the friend Selene remembered, the girl who once stayed up with her during the long nights, keeping her sane. “Go!” Mary shouted jolting her out of her thought. Her voice cracked. “Take her and go!” Lydia lifted her tearful face, her eyes shimmering. “Mummy… don’t leave Mary.” Selene smiled faintly. Darius roared, slamming Mary against the wall. She cried out, as her bones cracked. “You’ll never… own me again,” she spat through bloo

Chapter 180 The fortress groaned like it was alive, cracks spreading through the ceiling. Dust rained down, smoke curling through the air. Selene wiped the blood from her face, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. Darius’s body lay dead at her feet, but his last words clung to her. Your grandmother. Selene’s golden eyes dimmed, confusion and fury twisting inside her. Her grandmother had raised her after her parents’ death. She had been kind, soft-spoken, the only comfort in a world that had taken too much too soon. But Darius’s smirk as he died—the certainty in his tone, wouldn’t leave her. “Selene!” Lena’s voice dragged her back. The rogues appeared at the corridor’s edge, Caius slumped heavily between Kael and Jared. Lydia clung to Lena’s side, her small hands trembling. “Mummy!” Lydia broke free, running into Selene’s arms. Selene scooped her up, holding her tight, burying her face in her daughter’s hair. She let out a deep sigh in relief. “I’ve got you,” she whis