All Chapters of THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82SELENA"The Alpha doesn't want anyone inside now," one of the guards said, stepping forward, voice firm but uncertain as his eyes flicked to the sword pressed to my chest.“I have to enter now,” I replied, shifting the blade slightly to my side, not as a threat, but a declaration. I wasn’t asking.The guards exchanged a silent glance, the unspoken decision passing between them like a current in the air. Then, without a word, they parted, stepping back and giving me room.My boots pressed against the stone as I moved forward, each step echoing louder than the last in my head.I used to walk like this before—quietly, carefully, always trying not to be noticed. Back then, silence meant safety. If I was invisible, I wouldn’t be punished. If I didn’t speak, he wouldn’t have a reason to hurt me. There was a time when Adrian’s voice alone could send my heart into my throat, when just the sound of his footsteps made my breath catch.But I wasn’t that girl anymore.The air felt heav

SELENAI ran out of the hall as fast as I could. My chest was tight, my vision blurred, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away—away from him, from Adrian, from the truth that had shattered something deep inside me.I don’t even remember how I got to my room. One second I was in the corridor, the next I was on the floor—on my knees, my hands pressed to the cold stone like it could anchor me, keep me from unraveling completely.But it couldn’t.I stayed there, breathing in sharp, shallow gulps. I waited for the tears to come, but my eyes remained dry, as if the grief was too heavy for them to carry. It settled instead in my chest, a deep, suffocating ache that pulsed with every heartbeat.The silence in the room rang louder than any scream.Maybe I should have screamed.Maybe then the pain wouldn’t feel like it was tearing me apart from the inside.But I didn’t. I stayed still. Quiet. Alone.And yet, I wasn’t surprised. Not fully.I had sensed it. Maybe not the exact truth, but so

CHAPTER 86 LUCIANI sat on the couch, shoulders hunched, hands slack on my thighs, staring into nothing. The fire had long burned down to embers, and even the warmth of the room felt distant, hollow—like it didn’t belong to me anymore.Adrian’s visit hadn’t just stirred the ashes of old wounds.He had cracked open something deeper.He had pulled the curtain down on the secret I had tried so hard to bury, and now there it was—raw, exposed, bleeding into everything I cared about.My shame. My failure. The one truth I didn’t know how to live with, much less explain.And Selena... Gods.I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my knees. Her face kept surfacing behind my eyelids—those wide, trembling eyes, the tears she tried to hold back, the sound of her silence louder than any scream.She had looked at me like I was someone else.No, worse. Like I was the man she had never thought I could become.I had failed her.Failed her as a mate.Failed her as the man she

LUCIAN“What… are you talking about?” I asked, my voice tight with confusion, even though something deep inside me—something primal—was already beginning to understand.She didn’t answer right away.Her eyes stayed on mine, calm but guarded, like she was weighing the risk of letting her truth out. Then, slowly, with a heaviness that came not just from this moment but from memories she’d carried too long, she spoke.“I knew who Adrian was very well,” she said, her voice steady but low, like she didn’t want to say it but couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I served under him long enough to understand how he moves. I saw what he did to Alphas of different packs. How he manipulated them. He has a way of making monsters out of men… and then standing back like he had nothing to do with it.”I stiffened. Her words weren’t just recounting—they were indictments. Not of me, but of the web I’d stepped into, blindly. She wasn’t shocked that I’d fallen into Adrian’s trap. She had expected it. Maybe

LUCIANBy the time I stepped out into the open grounds, the warriors had already gathered in impressive numbers. The moment my boots met the gravel, I felt the sheer weight of their presence—the murmurs of conversation, the metallic clink of swords and spears brushing against armor, the stomping of heavy boots as more still arrived, eager and alert. Some were already lined in formation, while others filed in from different directions, their movements brisk and focused. The scent of sweat and iron filled the evening air, mingling with dust that rose under their feet.But what caught my attention next was the group of elders assembling near the western edge of the grounds. Clad in their traditional dark robes, each one bore an expression of concern and anticipation. Their age-worn faces, lined with decades of battle and wisdom, turned toward me the moment I approached. Elder Garrick stepped forward from among them, his silver hair glinting faintly under the morning sun.“I'll see the el