Todos os capítulos de The Lunar Queen's Redemption : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Selene & Ryker finally surrender to the bond that’s been tormenting them. The night burns with raw desire, soul-binding heat, and emotional surrender.The moon was high and pulsing, swollen with silver fire, and Selene couldn’t breathe.Everything had cracked her illusions, her strength, her carefully built walls. And Ryker stood in front of her like a wildfire with fangs, burning hotter than anything she’d ever known.> “Say it,” Ryker said, voice low, guttural. “Tell me you want this.”Her chest rose and fell fast. Her pulse throbbed in her neck. The ache between her thighs had been building for days, but this...this was something else. This wasn’t lust anymore.This was need.> “I want you,” she whispered, stepping forward. “I want all of you. No more holding back.”A growl rumbled from deep in his chest.Before she could blink, his mouth was on hers; devouring, demanding. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, slammed her back against the nearest wall, and kissed her like she was

The shattered black crystal lay at Selene’s feet like a warning. Her mother’s scream still echoed through the clearing, leaving a silence that wrapped around the crowd like a shroud.Selene didn’t move.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her body trembling, not from fear, but from something much darker.Rage.The voice had been real. The blood-soaked memory trapped in that crystal hadn’t been a vision or illusion. It was her mother’s dying moment, sealed in stone.She turned slowly to face the council."Who was that man?"None of the elders answered."I said, who the fuck was that?!"Silence.Ryker stepped forward, his jaw tense. "He wasn’t one of us. I’ve never seen a presence like that. He didn’t smell alive."Selene’s silver eyes locked on the eldest of the council, a woman with sunken eyes and trembling hands."You knew something. Don’t lie to me."The elder shook her head slowly. "There are stories... about a forgotten faction. Exiles. Wolves who followed the Blood Moon,

The moon bled red in the sky.An omen.A warning.Selene stood at the highest tower of the Moonspire Fortress, arms folded tightly across her chest, wind snapping her cloak behind her like black wings. Below her, the outlands stretched in shadows, forests once ruled by peace now patrolled by fear. Her eyes gleamed silver in the darkness, and for the first time in weeks… they were dry.Ryker was alive.But he was no longer hers.He walked the corridors like a ghost; silent, lost, glancing past her as though she were a stranger. The bond that once pulsed between them had shattered with the crystal’s light, and whatever piece of him remained behind the glow in that magical coma… wasn’t coming back on its own.And Selene? She no longer had the luxury of heartbreak.Not when the Council had declared war on her throne.Not when her own people were too afraid to speak her name aloud.Not when her own people were too afraid to speak her name aloud.She turned away from the window, her fingers

The earth beneath Selene trembled as she dropped to her knees in the Vale, her chest heaving with a scream that never left her lips.Her bond to Ryker... was tearing.She clutched her chest, eyes wide in horror as searing pain cracked through her soul, splintering her breath, unraveling her strength."No," she whispered, the word too small to contain the terror inside her.Then came the scream. Raw, visceral, and ancient.It echoed across the mountains and burned through the sky.Animals bolted. The trees quivered. The moon itself dimmed.Selene's eyes glowed silver, tears cascading down her cheeks as the bond between her and Ryker snapped like brittle glass. The force of it hurled her backward against the stones of the sacred Vale.She didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Didn’t breathe.The world had gone silent.And for the first time in her life, Selene wanted to die.Back at the BattlefieldLucien was drenched in blood; most of it not his own. He gripped Ryker’s body, dragging it out of th

"Ryker, please…"Selene’s voice was barely above a whisper as she cradled him against her chest.The world around her was eerily silent. The battlefield, once alive with the chaos of war, now lay still. Bodies of warriors, both ally and enemy, were strewn across the blood-soaked ground. The air was thick with the scent of death, the metallic tang of blood still clinging to her tongue.But none of it mattered.Not when he lay lifeless in her arms.Her hands trembled as she brushed his damp, raven-black hair away from his face. Ryker had always been so full of life, so untamed. Even in the midst of battle, he fought with a smirk, as if death could never touch him.But now…Now, his body was limp, his golden eyes closed, his once-powerful chest unmoving.A sob tore through Selene’s throat."No, no, no... don’t do this to me," she begged, pressing her forehead against his. "You promised. You promised we would do this together."But there was no answer. No teasing remark. No cocky grin.On