All Chapters of THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SELENA“What truth?” I asked again, my voice carrying a measured firmness, though my tone was not raised, as I fixed my eyes on hers without wavering, refusing to let my gaze drift even for a heartbeat. I watched her closely, searching for the smallest flicker that might give her away, holding her there as though my persistence alone could pry open the walls she had built around herself. It felt as if there was something heavy lodged between us, something thick and unspoken, and I imagined it cracking apart under the weight of my insistence, spilling whatever she had been hiding into the dim light between us.She didn’t answer right away, not even with a shift of her body or a twitch of her lips. Her mouth parted slightly, as if the words were about to step forward, only for her to close it again, trapping them inside. I caught the faint, almost imperceptible bob of her throat as she swallowed, her gaze flickering sideways in a quick, darting motion, like she was weighing whether spea

SELENAThe secrets I got from Lilith last night filled me with a whole lot of eagerness to go and meet Adrian, to look him in the eye and fight him, to pay him back for every piece of evil he had ever planted in my life, to tear down the mask he wore and let the world see him for what he truly was. The thought of my sister locked away, breathing the same stale air behind iron bars, weighed on me so heavily that waiting even a single day felt unbearable. I did not want to wait anymore. I could not. My chest ached with urgency, with the need to act, as though time itself was slipping away faster than my hands could hold it. But first, I knew I had to see Lucian. I had to tell him everything I had learned, because the truth now pressed against me so forcefully it felt dangerous to keep it inside.I dressed quickly, pulling on clothes with movements sharper than I intended, each button fastened with trembling fingers that betrayed the storm inside me. My sword leaned against the wall, and

LUCIANI lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine, my thumb brushing against her trembling jaw. “We will no longer wait for him and his warriors to react to the last trigger we pulled.” The decision was made, the fire in her now reflected in me, and the path ahead no longer shrouded in doubt.The fire in her had been dangerously close to consuming her, a desperate, solitary flame burning away her composure, but by acknowledging its validity and choosing to stand in its heat beside her, I had transformed it. It was no longer the frenzy of fear but a cool, unyielding resolve, a shared certainty that settled deep in the marrow of my bones.I kept my hand cupped beneath her chin, feeling the frantic pulse of the blood beneath the soft skin, a rhythm that was slowly, moment by moment, beginning to synchronize with the steady beat of my own heart. The air that had been tight and charged with her panic now thrummed with a different energy—the electric anticipation of action, of a path

SELENAThe cool air of Lucian’s study, usually a quiet sanctuary of parchment and strategy, now felt charged with the thunder of a decision made, the scent of dust and leather mingling with the raw, metallic tang of destiny. We had emerged from the embrace, our breaths synchronized, our lips still tingling with the powerful, sealing promise of the kiss, yet in the wake of that physical connection, a vast, internal silence had fallen over me. While Lucian moved with the urgent, commanding focus of an Alpha preparing to mobilize his forces, my own mind began to move in reverse, pulling me back through the long, shadowed corridors of my past.My whole life has been filled with sad stories. That simple truth was a heavy, unadorned stone I had carried in my spirit for years, its rough edges worn smooth by constant friction against loss and grief. I have suffered, passed through a lot of things—torments that did not merely challenge me, but fundamentally reshaped the landscape of my soul. T

SELENAThe night air, frigid and smelling of pine and damp earth, rushed past my face, a continuous, biting curtain that kept me utterly awake, utterly present. The foot of horses slammed on the road, the rhythmic, heavy thudding of hundreds of iron-shod hooves against the hardened path creating a low, drumming vibration that traveled up through the horse’s muscle and into my bones, a primitive, urgent soundtrack to our march. Above us, the high canopy of the forest swallowed the weak, scattered light of the stars, plunging the road into near-total darkness that was only broken by the intermittent, bobbing glows ahead. Each warrior had a small, focused touchlight strapped on his head, or perhaps a lantern affixed to the bridle, creating a dizzying, dancing constellation of moving lights that illuminated the path in fragmented, hurried bursts. Every horse was energetic, taut with anticipation and the sheer will of the riders, and the occasional burst of speed saw the darker shapes of w