جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 130

Ronan's POVThe second Garrick's lips touch Selene's mouth, something inside me explodes.I don't think. I just move.My fist connects with his jaw before anyone can blink. The sound of bone hitting bone echoes through the forest.Garrick stumbles backward, blood already dripping from his split lip."What the hell?" he shouts, touching his mouth."Don't you ever touch her again!" I roar, lunging at him.But Selene jumps between us, her hands pressed against my chest. "Casimir, stop!""Move aside, Seraphina," I growl, trying to push past her."No!" She shoves me harder. "What's wrong with you?"I can't explain it. I can't tell her why watching him kiss her felt like someone ripped my heart out through my throat. All I know is rage, pure and burning.Garrick wipes the blood from his mouth, his eyes hard. "You don't own her, Casimir. You're her brother, not her keeper.""I said don't touch her!" I shove Selene aside, not hard enough to hurt her, just enough to get her out of my way.Garr

Selene's POVWe walk through the forest in complete silence, and nobody speaks a single word to each other. The only sounds filling the air are our footsteps crushing leaves and branches snapping under our boots as we move forward.I keep my eyes focused straight ahead, trying desperately not to think about what just happened with Garrick only minutes ago. Trying not to feel the unwanted pressure of his lips on mine or see the deep hurt that filled his eyes when I told him to leave and never come back.But mostly I'm trying not to think about how Casimir reacted to seeing that kiss, how violent he became in just seconds, and how possessive his words sounded when he screamed at Garrick.He called me his, like I belonged to him completely.I glance sideways at him walking beside me, noticing his jaw is still tight with anger, and his hands are clenched into fists at his sides. Blood has dried on his knuckles from punching Garrick repeatedly in the face."We should reach the Forbidden Li

Malakar's POVI sit on my throne, fingers drumming against the armrest as I think about tomorrow. Three days. That's what I gave Casimir—three days for Seraphina to stay at Frostveil Pack.Tomorrow marks the end of those three days.A smirk pulls at my lips. She thinks she can escape me? She thinks running to her precious brother will keep her safe?No. Nothing can keep her from me. I created this entire world just to have her, to make her mine completely. Every tree, every mountain, every breath of air in this realm exists because I willed it into being.And I did it all for her, and for myself, to own the world as well.She belongs to me. She's my Luna, my wife, and tomorrow she's coming back whether she wants to or not.I lean back in my throne, already planning what I'll do when she returns. She won't deny me again. She won't push me away or flinch when I touch her.I'll take what's rightfully mine the moment she steps foot back into this Pack. I'll claim her properly this time, m

Garrick's POVMy chest still burns from where Malakar's power slammed into me. I push myself up slowly, every movement sending sharp pain through my ribs.What have I done?The question echoes in my head over and over as I watch Malakar stride toward the door with murderous intent radiating from every step.I came here thinking I was being clever. Thinking I could betray Seraphina and Casimir, get my revenge for what they did to me earlier, and somehow that would make everything better.But now, watching Malakar's back as he prepares to leave, the truth hits me like another blast of dark power.He's going to kill me anyway.Of course he is. Why would he spare me? I'm nothing to him. Just a tool he used to get information, and tools get thrown away when they're no longer useful.My hands shake as I grip the wall for support. Casimir saved me from this pack. He risked everything to get me out of the dungeon while Malakar locked me up and tortured me for days.And how did I repay him? By

Selene’s POVPain is the first thing I feel.Not the sharp kind that comes from a blade or a blow, but something heavier; like my blood has turned to lead and my bones are trying to sink into the earth. Every breath burns. Every heartbeat feels sluggish, wrong, as if my body is fighting against itself.Ronan’s arm is around me, holding me upright. I don’t remember when he grabbed me, only that if he lets go, I’ll collapse.“Stay with me,” he growls, his voice strained but commanding. “Don’t you dare black out.”“I’m here,” I whisper, though I’m not sure how true that is.The forest is chaos. Steel clashes against steel in every direction. Shouts, screams, the wet sound of blades finding flesh. Blood coats the ground, turning the fallen leaves slick beneath our feet. I can smell it—iron and death, thick in the air.Ronan moves in front of me again, his back to my chest, his sword flashing as another warrior lunges. He kills him in one precise strike without even looking.I hate this.I