บททั้งหมดของ THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

SELENA'S POVHelena’s eyes burned with fury as she stormed forward, her heels clicking against the stone floor. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick like a storm waiting to break.“You,” she spat, her gaze locking onto mine with pure hatred. “You just couldn’t stay gone, could you?”I stiffened, but I didn’t flinch. I refused to show weakness. “I came back for my mate.”“Your mate?” she scoffed, her voice dripping with venom, filled with disbelief. “Lucian was never yours. You were a mistake—an accident. And now you think you can waltz in here and take him back?”Lucian groaned beside me, shifting slightly in bed, his face pale but his eyes struggling to focus on the scene unfolding before him. “Helena, stop,” he said, his voice hoarse and weak.She turned sharply to him, her lips curling into a sneer. “You’re defending her? After everything she’s done?”Lucian forced himself upright, wincing in pain as his body protested. “She hasn’t done anything to you.”Helena let out a

Lucian's POVI woke to the soft voice of the healer. "Drink this, Alpha. It will help with the pain."The scent of strong herbs filled my nostrils, mingling with the lingering metallic tang of blood. My body felt heavy, my limbs aching from the wounds I had suffered. A deep groan rumbled in my chest as I shifted slightly, my ribs protesting with sharp pain. The healer, an elderly woman with wise eyes, pressed a warm cup into my hands. "Drink," she urged gently.I took the cup, my fingers curling around it. The bitter liquid stung my tongue, but I swallowed it down anyway. Anything to dull the pain coursing through my body."You should rest, Alpha. Your body needs time to heal."I was about to nod when memories slammed into me like a thunderclap.The argument.Selena.Helena.They had both been in the room with me. They had started quarreling. I had stepped between them, frustration boiling in my veins. And then…Nothing.A sharp pulse of worry shot through me. My grip tightened arou

LUCIAN The door creaked open, and every head in the room turned swiftly to face it, the weight of the moment pulling down on all of us like an invisible force. The tension in the air was thick and persistent, like an unsaid danger no one dared to mention. My heart hammered violently against my ribs, causing my chest to tighten as I watched one of the warriors walked inside. His countenance was not pleasant, and his clothes were soaked and clinging to his body from the rain that was falling outside. He bowed slightly before speaking, his breathing unsteady and heavy from exhaustion. "Alpha," he spoke reluctantly. "We followed her trail as far as we could, but... she went deep into the forest." My frustration boiled over, and I let out a low, threatening growl. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, and my nails dug into my palms as I struggled to control my rage. "And you lost her?" I inquired, my voice frigid, each syllable containing the full weight of my rage. The war

Selena"I didn’t plan to end up here."But here I was. In the part of the forest where the air felt heavier, like it was watching me. The trees here didn’t whisper like the ones behind me—they groaned. Old, twisted, clawing toward the sky like they were reaching for something they lost.I crouched low behind a thick trunk, barely breathing. The shadows moved wrong here. Too fast. Too sharp.And then I saw them.Rogues.Six of them—maybe more—drifting between the trees like smoke with legs. They weren’t like the wolves I knew. These ones were half-shifted, stuck between forms like monsters caught mid-change. Their eyes glowed an eerie yellow, their fur ragged and thick with dried blood and mud. They didn’t walk. They stalked. Slow. Silent.Their chests rose with sharp inhales, noses high, sniffing for prey.I dropped to the dirt, pressed myself flat behind a fallen log, my hands clutched against the moss-covered bark. My heart was so loud I was sure they could hear it. I didn’t breathe

SelenaThe forest had gone too quiet.Too still.Even the wind had stopped. Like the trees were holding their breath, like the earth itself was waiting.I pressed lower into the dirt, every muscle in my body tensed so tight it hurt. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, loud enough I feared it would give me away. I watched them move like shadows with claws, silent and terrifying, their heads tilted toward the sound.The voice.Lucian.Or whatever that voice really was.The rogues walked like they had no bones, smooth and careful, but deadly. Their bodies swayed in sync, every step echoing danger. They sniffed the air with the focus of beasts that had caught the scent of blood. My blood turned to ice.I stared at them through the branches, frozen in fear and disbelief, each breath a battle to stay quiet. My hands pressed into the ground, fingers digging into wet roots and mud, grounding me, but I felt like I was floating—detached, weightless, watching a nightmare unfold.The voice came agai