Lahat ng Kabanata ng I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Elara’s POVIt was quiet. Too quiet. And the scary thing was that this was not the kind of quiet that brings peace. This quietness brings pain and chaos.The kind that feels endless… like I'm not truly myself.I was standing in a place that wasn’t real. It wasn't a forest and neither was it the palace. There was a full moon casting a glow on me. Then she appeared.The Moon Goddess.Or maybe it was just a dream. But she was there—tall, luminous, her silver eyes glowing with wisdom and sadness.“Elara,” she said softly. “You were not meant to leave just yet.”Leave yet? I stared at her, confused. “Am I dead?”“No,” she replied. “But you’re close. You’ve fought too long with your heart buried. You carry too much pain with you. And now… your child bears it too.”My hands flew to my belly. It still ached, but here in this dream, I felt warmth again. Then emptiness. “My baby?” I whispered.It was silent for a while before she spoke again.“She’s gone,” the Goddess said. “And you need to be

Author's POV "Who among you poisoned the Queen’s meal?” His voice thundered through the silent hall as he strolled in front of the twenty two staff members who stood in a straight line. Fear was etched on their faces as they saw Damian's blazing eyes. No one answered. The silence grew thicker and the only noise in the hall was their breathing. The tension keeps growing inside the staff as they bury their faces to the ground. By this time, Mira was starting to tremble slightly. She quickly clenched her hands so no one would notice. Was the portion lady Lyra gave her poison? No... it can't be. She said it was an herbal. Or was it just mere Coincidence that the queen had been poisoned at the same time. Which ever one it was, she planned on staying quiet. Speaking was never an option. Never. Because either way, if it was poison or herbal, her life was at stake. She was not supposed to collect anything from an outsider and put it in the Royal meals. She can't believe she had been

Elara's POV "Are you sure?" I asked, as the words were echoing in my ears. It was a struggle for me to believe that a Rogue was an Alpha of this pack, which was fine and accepted but then a Rogue prince as its Beta? "Yes....." Clara affirmed. And I couldn't help but believe her and come to think of it, I think there was some slight resemblance between them. They seem to have the same eye color. Dark wicked eyes. Then she continued. "He is still working on decrypting the file too. Said it was difficult but I'm sure he would pull through." I nodded, praying silently that he'd be able to do it because curiosity was getting the best of me. I could feel, it contained something huge, something that could change everything and that was why Damian protected it like that. The silence lingered for a while. I was expecting her to leave but instead she stood looking at me, her expression shifted from the professional one to a more concerned one. I gave her a questioning glare. "Oh...." S

Elara’s POV“I miss it. The way you used to smile at me without flinching. The way you trusted me. I’d give anything to get that back.”I looked down at our hands, his fingers wrapping around mine like they still had a right to be there. Like nothing had ever happened. I pulled back gently and held his gaze, no longer clouded by longing. This is a time to slam the truth on his face directly so he would stop being delusional.“Damian…” I said, my voice low but firm. “I would never lie to you, and so I’ll be honest now too. Things can’t go back to the way they were. Those times that I used to smile at you, trust you—they are gone forever."His eyes flickered with something that seemed like it was hurt. He was pained... but what the hell was he expecting? That I'd just run back into his arms? Don't tell me he actually believes my words of putting the past behind us.“Not after everything. Every time I close my eyes, I see my father lying in that hospital bed, weak, hurt, alone. And I won

Author’s POV Damian exhaled deeply, his back against the wall as he stared at Elara, who stood in front of him—tired, broken, but burning with fierce clarity. He was still contemplating if he should tell her or not. But her threat that she would never forgive him if she finds out made him scared. He didn't want anything that would strain their relationship further. “I didn’t want to tell you,” he finally said, voice low. “Because I knew it would break you.” Elara’s fingers clenched at her sides, her eyes still filled with suspicion. “Tell me, Damian. I have seen worse, so I can definitely handle this." He rubbed a hand across his face in frustration and then looked her in the eyes one last time before dropping the bombshell. “Your food was poisoned that night,” he said grimly. “With wolfbane. That’s what caused the miscarriage.” For a moment, everything went still. The air itself seemed to vanish, sucked from the room. Elara’s world tilted slightly. Her knees almost buckled, but