Semua Bab I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Author’s POVKael sat sprawled on the velvet throne in the center of the great hall, glass of wine in hand, legs lazily parted as if the world already belonged to him, and maybe it's his.Outside, the courtyard buzzed with servants and warriors preparing for his coronation. Banners bearing the new sigil—of his warriors bleeding over Cadman steel—flapped in the wind. But inside… Kael was restless.Bored.So damn bored.He let out a slow exasperated sigh, swirling the wine in his cup until it spilled over the edge and dripped down his fingers.“This waiting,” he muttered, eyes narrowed at the dancing flames of the chandelier above. “It’s exhausting.”A whore beside him chuckled nervously, her fingers trailing down his chest, leaning toward him. “Perhaps I can—”“Leave,” he said coldly, not even glancing at her.She stiffened, then scurried away, her eyes wide with fear.Kael straightened up slowly, that twisted gleam already forming in his eyes.“I need entertainment.”He turned to his

Elara's POV We were tossed back to the dungeon, and I wouldn't lie, my body ache in places I don't know. The lash on my back felt like it would kill me yet I couldn't die. Not yet. Not until I I drag that bastard away from my father's throne. Not until I see that bastard burn in hell for everything he's done. My head throbbed with headache—so overwhelming that it seems like my head would snap off my neck. My vision was blurry. And worse part of it all was that my werewolf abilities such as strength, healing and sight—were starting to deteriorate rapidly. Even a human is stronger than I am at this point. The tears I had been holding all this while finally slid down my cheeks. Waves after waves. And I didn’t know how long I could hold on anymore. But with every lash, every cruel smirk Kael gave, he only added more fuel to the fire. To my anger. To Just how much I'm eager to rip him apart when I get the chance. But I wasn't the only one having a hard time. In fact, the Elders

Damian's POV Rage sparkled through my bones.Kael!I want to kill that bastard. I swear, I'm going to kill him.It was already enough that he made the Elders submit to him by manipulating and scaring them. But do I blame them? No. They are just trying to survive too.And now, he wants to humiliate me by telling me to fall on my knees before he can let Elara get healthcare at the infirmary.I looked at him, really looked at him and then back to Elara, who was slipping in and out of consciousness at intervals. My heart pounded and an overwhelming fear gripped me. She might really lose her life at this rate—because her pulse is really weak.“I take it that you don't want to save her then,” he said, smirking, arms folded across his chest. “Kneel down and acknowledge me as king and she would be taken to the infirmary.“Silence filled the room.“The offer leaves the table at the count of ten,” he says. Then he began counting, his voice sharp and commanding. Each number only made my heart r

CHAPTER 149 Author's POV At exactly 8 P.M., the warriors of the Stormfang Pack, the private warriors and the other three packs who joined the alliance—who are already kitted in a war outfit with their blades and ammunitions in hands—stormed out of the the war room into the patrol cars. Every preparations have been made. Each of the guards had been dispensed to attack from various strategic positions in the palace; the east palace, west palace, the grand hall and finally the royal chamber where Kael would probably be. The private warriors which are strongest are dispensed to the gate. Once the palace have been conquered, and Damian is now in possession of the royal stamp, the warriors at the borders would have no choice than to retreat. Now that they are set, they could only leave the rest to fate and the will of the Moon Goddess. The other Alphas too slipped into a black van that is being driven by Gomez. Alpha Nolan of the Stormfang Pack. Alpha Lydia of the Redstone Pack. Alp

Author's POV “Damian.“ Gomez saw them and a sense of relieve washed down on him. He broke the lock and crouched down. “You came?“ Damian says, voice thick with emotions and a sense of relieve and gratitude. “Yes, I did,” Gomez answered, his eyes never leaving Elara. “Gomez,” Elara who was barely hanging on, whispered. “Save my father's throne. Please…..“ With that, she closed her eyes slowly and darkness consumed her. Gomez chest tightened. Even at the point of death, she still cared about the throne. “Elara,” Damian called, shaking her. “We need to get her to the infirmary. NOW!“ “No, Damian,” Gomez says, voice tight. “She needs to get to the hospital. She needs surgery.“ “Surgery?“ He asked, the words leaving a bitter taste on his lips. “For what?“ His eyes narrowed in confusion. Gomez swallowed hard. “She has brain cancer,” he finally said. “She has a limited time to live. Six months ago, she was supposed to have gotten surgery, but she couldn't because she wants to se