Semua Bab Scar : the rejected Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Author's POV:Katrine slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the walls of her newly assigned cabin. Her chest heaved, hands clenched into fists at her sides as she stood in the middle of the small room she had only just begun to call her own. It was supposed to be a symbol of change… a gesture from Jonas, silent but meaningful, after her fruitless trip to the Apollo pack. A cabin of her own, privacy at last, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would finally start shifting in her favor.But no.Now, the hope that had fluttered timidly in her chest turned black and bitter. Her fingers snatched the handmade curtains she had hung with care just two nights ago and ripped them from the rod. The fabric tore with a violent hiss as she threw them to the floor."You coward!" she screamed, her voice ragged with rage. "You lying, hypocritical coward!"The bookshelf, barely filled with a few treasured books and framed sketches she had drawn herself, toppled with a

Jonas' POV: I paced the corridor like a man possessed. The wooden floor creaked beneath my boots with every step, but I didn’t care. The damned healers were taking too long. Far too long. What was going on in there? What were they doing to her? Lexie. My only sister. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I had faced rogue armies, signed death warrants, and stood stone-faced in blood-soaked war rooms, but nothing—nothing—prepared me for this kind of helplessness. The kind where your heart’s on the other side of the door and you’re not allowed in. They all call me cruel. They say I’m heartless, ruthless, a tyrant with no soul. Let them say it. Let them believe I’m made of ice. Because if the world thinks I’m a monster, then maybe it will think twice before ever laying a hand on my sister again. But truth? I was never cruel to her. Not to Lexie. I’ve never abandoned her. She was the light in a house that had too many shadows. I still rem

Paul's POV:The old healer’s library smelled like cedarwood and mildew. It was dusty and tucked away at the edge of the village like an afterthought. But it called to me.I wasn't supposed to be here. The villagers always murmured that the room was sacred, reserved for the bloodline of the healers. But I had long stopped caring for rules. Especially now… and especially after what I had done to the rogues. My body still ached from the way my bones had shifted, from the strength that had surged through me like fire in my veins. Alpha strength.And I knew.I knew they were hiding something.The library was dark, lit only by narrow streams of moonlight seeping through a cracked window. Shelves leaned with the weight of old scrolls, brittle tomes, inked records in languages I didn’t recognize. But one thing stood out. It was tucked discreetly at the back, but I pulled out the scroll to be able to see more clearly… my idea was right, it was a map.I pulled it from beneath a stack of dried

Jonas' POV:I should’ve walked away. I should have pushed her off me, shut this down, locked the damn door and buried the feelings.But the second her lips touched mine, the second her fingers curled into my shirt like she would drown if she let me go… I was lost.I slammed her back against the cupboard. She gasped as the wood jolted behind her, her legs wrapping around my waist without hesitation. I kissed her like I hated her for making me need this. For being the one thing I couldn’t have.“Katrine…” I growled, voice low and guttural. “You don’t know what you are doing.”“Yes, I do.” She pulled me closer, desperate. “I have always known, Jonas… but why don't you? Why don't you see how badly I've been craving you? Ever since… since that day, you haven't touched me and I've spent every day craving for the same touch.”I crashed my mouth into hers again, and she clung to me like I was the only solid thing in her world. The taste of her, the feel of her… god! It was as addicting as

Paul's POV:“Then, you don’t know me at all.”I spoke, casting a single glance at Elara, and stepped towards the door. She recoiled as if I had slapped her, but I didn’t let it stop me. I turned sharply on my heel, boots thudding against the old wooden floor as I headed out the door. I needed air, I needed some distance from her. I needed the truth, and none of it would be found in this suffocating library… or this village. How long were they planning on lying to me, if I hadn't found out the truth by myself?The old healer said she only wanted me to rest better… but was this the only way?Elara’s voice cracked behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You are right! I don't know you… yet. I know you only as the stranger we saved, but I want to know you! That’s why I want you to stay, so that I can mould myself into the perfect paryne for you.’I froze. Not because I believed her, but because that desperation didn’t sound like love. It sounded like a drowning woman clinging to wr