All Chapters of A Luna Prize For The Twin Alphas and Their Father : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61: All I HaveCiara's POV  The guards did not let me walk. They dragged me down the long, silent corridor, my heels scraping against the polished marble floor with each step. The sound echoed off the walls, loud and unrelenting, like a death march meant to announce my defeat.   Their grip on my arms was iron hard. The enchanted shackles around my wrists bit into my skin, sending a constant, tingling burn up my forearms. It felt as if my very blood was rebelling against being bound, and the sensation only reminded me that I had no power here.   I had no strength left to fight them. I had no will to plead. The disbelief pressed down on me more heavily than any fear could. What I could not comprehend was that Daryl had given the order. It was not a stranger, not a stranger from some distant enemy pack, but Dary

Chapter 63Ciara's POVThe days bled together in the cold cell, marked only by the dull ache in my wrists where the enchanted restraints rubbed my skin raw.At first, I counted the hours by the shifting light that filtered through the time-barred window, but after a while, I stopped.There was no point. Time meant nothing here. I was beginning to believe that numbness was easier than hope.The only face I saw was Lyra's, slipping in and out like a shadow. She never stayed for long, but she lingered just enough to place a plate of food in front of me and murmur updates in a voice too low for the guards to hear."They're still arguing," she whispered one evening, glancing nervously toward the main cell door. "Luna Eleanor hasn't let it drop. She's still pushing for an investigation."My chest tightened, but I clung to those words like a lifeline, even though I knew better than to trust lifelines here. They had a way of snapping when you needed them most."What about Damon?" I asked in a

Chapter 65: Through the bars.Damon's POV   The air in the dungeon felt heavier than I remembered and it was thick, damp, and cold enough to make my breath fog. My boots echoed along the stone floor in a steady thud that almost matched the pounding in my chest. Two guards that were stationed at the entrance shifted uneasily when they saw me approaching. "Alpha's orders", one of the guard starts, glancing to the other like he was hoping for backup. "I'm not here to argue about orders. Open it".I said cutting him off. They both hesitated and exchanged another silent conversation with their eyes before finally, one stepped aside to let me in. The iron door groaned as it opened, and I stepped into the dim corridor leading to the cells. I walked in the dim light until I made it

 Chapter 67: Daryl’s POV The bottle in my hand was already half-empty, and the bitter burn of whiskey clung to my throat as if it wanted to carve its way down and make a permanent home inside my chest. I tipped it back again, even though the taste had long since turned to ash on my tongue. The room shifted around me, swaying with uneven lines, the shadows bending too far. Firelight flickered across the stone walls, mocking me with every movement, as if it wanted to remind me of everything I had once believed in and everything I had lost. Ciara’s face haunted me in every reflection. I saw her in the shimmer of spilled liquor, in the distorted glass of the bottle, in the fractured shine of my own eyes staring back at me. I saw her when she glared at me with defiance, when she rejected Damon and me both. I saw her trembling lips as she was dragged away, powerless and yet still proud. 

Chapter 69:Ciara’s POVI had been asleep when the harsh sound of iron scraping against bars jerked me awake. My head throbbed instantly, each pulse matching the dull ache behind my eyes. I squinted, the dim light of the dungeon pressing against my lids. My stomach twisted painfully with hunger and growled in protest, reminding me of just how long it had been since I had eaten.I had lost track of the days in this cold, damp cell. Time had stretched and blurred until I felt as though I no longer belonged anywhere. The bundle of keys clinked against the bars, the metallic sound sharp in the silence. One of the guards twisted the lock, tugging at the door.“Up!” His voice was curt, commanding, but beneath it I caught a flicker of unease that made my stomach tighten.Another guard stepped inside behind him. Both approached me, reaching for my arms as if I might collapse. I wanted to collapse. My legs wobbled when I stood, knees weak from exhaustion and lack of nourishment. My body felt i