Semua Bab THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Selena Jemimah stood at the side, barely flinching under the question. “I found her near the border,” she said. “Rogues were searching. They’d have killed her if I didn’t move.” He narrowed his eyes. “And you care why?” “I didn’t,” she answered. “Not until I saw the mark.” At that, his eyes finally slid to me. Slow. Intentional. He stepped closer. My pulse stuttered. His footsteps were measured—like he was stalking prey, but already certain it couldn’t escape. He stopped in front of me. “Let me see it,” he said flatly. I froze. Jemimah nodded toward me. “Show him.” I lifted my arm slowly, like it weighed more than it should. My heart slammed behind my ribs. My breath caught. He reached for it—his hand calloused, the skin like dry bark. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, rough and tight. Not hurting. But not gentle either. He turned my arm slightly, bringing the lamp closer. The light washed over the skin. The mark—faint, shaped like a crescent—gleamed under the glow

Selena"Selena!"I kept walking as fast as my feet could carry me.I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.Every step felt like it would split me open. My lungs burned, begging for air, but I kept going. Branches scraped my arms. The cold wind slapped my face. I didn’t care. I didn’t even feel it.The forest blurred around me—just dark shapes and shadows sliding past. My feet hit roots and stones, but I didn’t slow down. My chest was too tight. My throat was a knot. I couldn’t breathe right. I couldn’t think straight. I just needed to run.I needed to run away from the weight in my chest. From the truth that sat like stone in my belly.His voice… His story…Garion. TildaMy parents’ names.The pieces I’d buried deep were rising fast, one after another, and I didn’t know how to hold them back anymore. Their names… that fire… the screams… the lies…They said I killed them.They blamed me.My hands curled as I ran, fingers folding like I could grab hold of something—anything—to stop this ache from ge

Selena"You’re Garion’s daughter," he said. "You are my brother’s blood."I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body leaned into his. My tears soaked his shirt.He didn’t pull away.He held me.He pulled back just enough to look into my face, his hands still resting gently on my arms. His voice dropped, low and filled with ache.“But… Why Bloodfang? Why would Garion’s daughter end up there?”Jemimah stepped closer too, her eyes narrowing with confusion.“Why were you running from them?”“I didn’t just end up in Bloodfang,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.They were both watching me. His arms were crossed now, but his jaw—his jaw was tight, like he was grinding his teeth just to keep himself quiet.“I was sold into it.”Jemimah’s brows furrowed slightly. Her father didn’t move.“Alpha Adrian… he made a careless bet with Alpha Lucian of the Bloodfang pack, and he promised to give him her daughter if he didn’t win. But when he lost, he couldn’t give him her daughter any longer. He

LucianI don’t know how long I was out.But when I opened my eyes, everything hurt.The first thing I saw was a roof I didn’t recognize… until I caught the faint smell of herbs and dried wolfsbane in the air. The healer’s chamber.I blinked, slow. My head felt heavy. My body even worse. My chest burned with every breath like I’d swallowed fire.I tried to move, but my arms didn’t respond the way they should.“Don’t push it,” a soft voice said beside me.I turned my head weakly. The healer sat there, her hands folded, eyes tired but gentle.“You’re back,” she said quietly.Back?I swallowed hard. My lips were dry. My throat was sandpaper.“What… happened?” My voice cracked. “Why am I here?”She stood and moved closer. “Drink this,” she said, lifting a small wooden cup to my lips.The liquid was bitter. It burned going down. But then… something clicked. My thoughts, like puzzle pieces, started fitting back together.The forest. The mud. The scent.Selena.“Where is she?” I sat up too fa

SELENAI had a very good rest over the night. For the first time in a long while, I slept without tossing or crying. No nightmares. No voices. No panic jolting me awake. Just calm. Deep, still calm. Like my heart had finally come to terms with something. And maybe it had.I’ve finally accepted my fate. To go back to Bloodfang.At first, the thought of it alone crushed me. I used to think it was something I could never do again. I told myself I’d rather die in a rogue cave or starve in the woods than step foot in that place again. That was the plan. That was the fear.But now? I have to return. And I will.Jemimah’s father—he didn’t force me. He didn’t beg or command. He just talked. Like a father. And with every word he said, something heavy in my chest slowly melted. He helped me see things clearer. He reminded me that sometimes fate writes stories we’re too scared to read out loud. But we must. Even when it hurts.So, I stopped complaining. I stopped fighting it. Fate has already wr