บททั้งหมดของ FROM SLAVE TO LUNA : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Serena."What’s it going to be, little wolf?" Tristan Sinclair whispers against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. A cold shiver runs down my spine, but it isn't fear. No, it's fury. Disgust. The absolute rejection of the monster in front of me.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to suppress my wolf, who is practically vibrating with need. He is not our mate. This is a mistake.No mistake, she growls, her voice laced with longing.She’s sick. That’s the only explanation. The Moon Goddess cannot be this cruel. I refuse to accept it. Maybe she’s mistaking Tristan for Thorne, yes, that has to be it. Because this man, this sadistic beast, cannot be my mate.But my wolf is blind to reason and before I can stop her, she lunges forward, taking control of my body and closing the gap between us. She crashes our lips against Tristan’s in a desperate, possessive kiss that makes my stomach turn in revulsion.Tristan lets out a low chuckle against my lips, his smirk breaking the kiss. "So eag

Serena.The silence that follows her words is deafening.Tristan, for once, isn’t smirking. Thorne’s muscles are tense, ready to spring into action. Sylvaine watches cautiously, her usual sharp tongue absent.The woman, no, the Queen, stares at them all, unimpressed. Her silver eyes sweep across the room, taking in the chains binding me, the bruises on my skin, the tension crackling in the air. Then, with an elegance that makes her seem untouchable, she turns to her sons."Explain." It isn’t a question.Tristan starts before anyone else can speak "She was meddling in things that do not concern her. And now, she faces the consequences of her actions."Thorne lets out a sharp breath. "Consequences? This isn’t justice, Tristan, it’s personal."Tristan barely glances at him. "And? She’s reckless. A liability. If it were anyone else, she’d already be dead, I'm only being merciful."Thorne’s control snaps. He steps forward, voice low and laced with fury. "You do not get to decide who lives

Serena.“Mine. Mate”, Tristan growls and before I can react, he pounces. It happens so fast like a blur. One moment, Thorne is covering my body, and the next, he’s gone. Tristan slams into him with bone-crushing force, sending him flying across the room. Thorne crashes into the wall with a sickening crack, furniture splintering beneath the impact. My scream gets stuck in my throat as I scramble back against the bed, my pulse a wild, erratic mess. Tristan doesn’t even glance at me, his full focus is on Thorne. Thorne groans, shaking his head as he struggles to rise, blood dripping from a gash at his temple. But before he can regain his footing, Tristan is on him again, his massive jaws snapping dangerously close to his throat. "You dare touch what is mine?" Tristan’s voice is thick with fury, his words barely human. His wolf snarls, lunging again, this time, intent on tearing Thorne apart. "Tristan, stop!" I shout, my voice hoarse with panic, but he doesn’t hear me or h

Serena. The night is ablaze with fire and chaos. Screams and snarls tear through the air as warriors clash, the metallic scent of blood thick in the wind. I freeze in shock, the memory of my pack being slaughtered fills my mind, suffocating me. This was the exact same thing that happened, only this time, I can actually fight for the ones I love, Thorne, Sylvaine, Isabel and even Tristan.The rival pack is relentless, their attacks precise and calculated. I move on instinct, dodging an incoming strike and raking my claws across my opponent’s chest. He crumples, but I don’t have time to celebrate the victory.Because something is wrong. This does not in any way seem like just a fight for territory. They aren’t here to kill us. They’re here for something else.And then I see them, a group of wolves, silent, moving like shadows, slipping past the battlefield, heading toward the palace.My heart slams against my ribs. This was never about the pack. This was about something far greater, s

Serena.I step into Luther’s quarters to find him sitting at a rough wooden table, his hands clasped together, deep in thought. He looks up as I enter, his expression suspicious. “Well?” he asks. I hesitate for only a moment before stepping forward. “Sylvaine knows nothing about the war,” I say firmly. “She was just as surprised as I was when I mentioned it. She's innocent in all of this.” Luther’s jaw tightens. “You really believe that?” “Yes,” I insist. “You have to let her go, Luther. She doesn’t deserve to be here.” A muscle in his jaw twitches. “And what if she’s lying? What if she’s just pretending not to know anything?” “She’s not,” I say, shaking my head. “I saw the look in her eyes. She’s been sheltered her whole life, protected from the truth. She doesn’t even know what her family has done.” Luther pulls back his chair and stands, his expression darkening. “You’re defending her,” he says, his voice dangerously quiet. I exhale sharply. “I’m not defending the N