All Chapters of I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Damian's POV "I already told you to be patient, Lyra," I said softly, my voice gentle, pleading. "I still need Elara by my side to rule this pack. Once the contract is over in the next six months, I promise by the Moon Goddess that I will make you my Luna just like we've planned." Still, Lyra didn't understand. She threw my hands away from her, and stood up from my laps. She towered over me, arms folded, her chest rising and falling with anger which scared me as the doctor's warning echoed in my mind. "You don't need Elara, Damian," she shouted, her voice rising with fury. "You are a king. You should start acting like one. If the people won't let you rule because I'm the Luna, then you should prove to them that they really have no choice." "What did you mean by that?" "Rule them with iron fists. Make them bend to your will. You have the army at your command, Damian," she drawled, banging her fists on the desk. Rule them with iron fists? I haven't really thought of that. And I n

Damian POV He scoffed, as if my words were meaningless, arms crossed and legs spread in a tense, defiant stance. "Oh... funny how you all don't want to see me, yet you're obsessed with him like some fated mate." I slammed my fists on the armrest at his disrespectful words. "Watch your tongue, Kael," I snapped, rage filled my voice. "Don't you dare speak to me in such a rash manner. If you have something to say, then I suggest you get straight into it." "Alright, Alpha," he said, in a mocking tone before turning into a sharp one. "Why were you spying on me? Why can't you just leave me alone?" My breath seized for a moment as I took a sharp intake of air. Spy ? How did he know? Don't tell me he somehow caught Lysette. How? They said she was the best shadow assassin in the country. But I shouldn't be surprised. For a man like Kael who had gone through several years of training and learning of tactics in the Rogue kingdom, he would have figured out if someone was tailing him. I wasn

Author's POV Right. The Elders told her not to return to the palace. Where would she go? And is It right for her to just hide away from the troubles she caused like a coward? Waiting for the throne she gave out to be handed back to her while she did nothing? She wasn't in good health but she should be there to watch as everything unfolds. Especially to see the expression on Damian's face and savour the moment when he realises he has lost. "No, I'm fine. I'm going back to the palace," Elara said, her voice firm. She had to. She should. Even though she was going there to die, then so be it. She threw the hospital clothes off her, changing into her own dress. Clara helped her with her bag and together they stepped out of the hospital. The morning sun brushed against her skin and it made her feel a bit stronger than earlier. She smiled at herself, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. She told herself, everything would be okay. She had seen worse, so definitely this was ano

Author's POV After the meeting had ended, the elders marched out of the hall and just as they reached the courtyard, Elder Scrolls legs felt like they didn't belong to him anymore. He had felt it but he thought he could manage until he reached his mansion but finally they buckled beneath him and he stumbled. His body hit the floor sharply, pain rippling through his side. "Ohh...." He winced in pain, lieing flat on the floor. He couldn't stand back on his own. "Please...." He called out. The other Elders noticed him and quickly rushed to help him out, their expression and voices plagued with concern as they pulled him to his feet. "Are you okay," Elder Seraphina asked, her eyes narrowing in a mix of fear and shock. "Is it your joint?" He nodded, swinging his arms across the shoulders of the two Elders who pulled him up and were already moving towards the palace gate to take him to his mansion that was just a stone away. Elder Scrolls health conditions was no news to anyone of t

Elara's POV She didn't say anything. She couldn't. She was as shocked as I was when she did hers. I turned to leave. Before I could take a step, her painful cry rang out behind me. Then followed by Damian's voice. "What happened to you, Lyra?" He asked, his voice filled with dread like she was stabbed in the stomach. I turned back to see her sprawled on the bare floor, clutching her stomach, her face tight with pain. "Ohhhh..... my baby," she cried out. I didn't do anything. I remained calm because I knew her plans too well. She was such a dramatic bitch and wants nothing than to paint me badly in front of Damian. But I don't care. That bastard could see me anyhow he deemed fit. Not like it mattered anyways. Damian was running towards us like he was coming to save a whole nation. "What happened?" He asked, crouching down beside her, his hands resting protectively on her stomach. "Are you okay?" I scoffed at the pathetic scene playing out before me. I feel disgusted. "It's E