Todos los capítulos de Forsaken Luna's Revenge : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Selene's POV Garrick’s eyes darted from the rumpled collar of Ronan’s shirt to my own flushed face. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin. We hadn't just woken up in the same house; we had emerged from the same room, behind a locked door, in the early hours of the morning.In this world, Ronan was my brother, Casimir. And in this world, I was a married woman. The "wife" of a powerful, dangerous High Alpha.Garrick’s grip on the small gift package tightened until the paper crinkled. The "friend" who had been smiling so warmly a moment ago now looked like he had been slapped. His gaze dropped to my lips, which I knew were swollen from Ronan’s kisses, and then back to Ronan."Lord Casimir?" Garrick’s voice was thin, vibrating with a mix of confusion and a rising, ugly suspicion. "What... why are you coming out of Seraphina’s bedroom? At this hour?"Beside him, Helena looked like she wanted to melt into the floorboards. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the stairs as if praying fo

The Great Hall was filled with the smell of spilled ale and the rowdy laughter of the Deathmoon warriors. To them, this was entertainment. To me, it was a nightmare. Malakar didn't let go of my wrist. His grip was like a shackle, reminding me exactly who owned me in this world."Relax, Seraphina," Malakar whispered, leaning close so his breath brushed my ear. "If your brother is as strong as a Frostveil Alpha should be, he will enjoy the exercise. Or is the Frostveil blood thinner than I thought?""He is the Alpha of his pack," I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay calm. "He shouldn't be treated like an animal for your men to hunt."Malakar’s eyes darkened. He pulled my hand up and kissed my knuckles, but there was no affection in the gesture. It was a claim. "In this territory, everyone is an animal if I say they are. Even an Alpha. Especially the one who took you away from me for three days. I may have agreed, and I may even like the change in you, but that doesn’t me

Selene's POV "Shoot him! Take the shot!" the Beta roared again. The click of crossbows being cocked sounded like the ticking of a death clock. The Elder’s grip on my arms was like iron, his fingers digging into my bruises. "Let me go!" I thrashed, my voice cracking. "Malakar, stop! You’ll kill him!" "That is the point, child," the Elder hissed in my ear. "Watch the price of rebellion." Rebellion? Just because he took me to Frostveil for three days, even though Malakar himself approved it? Yet he still wanted to punish him so he wouldn’t try something like that again, so I would be afraid to leave him—especially since I saw how he punished Ronan. And just because he killed Kael while defending himself? I can see that Malakar is definitely insane in this world. But Ronan wasn't done. As Malakar reared back to throw his weight into another wall, Ronan did something impossible. He didn't tighten his grip; he released it at the peak of the movement. Using the High Alpha’s own momentu

Selene's POVThe great hall was packed.Every pack elder, every war captain, every ranking wolf from Deathmoon and the outlying territories had been summoned to Malakar's table. Torches lined the walls. Long tables groaned under the weight of food and drink no one had asked for. It wasn't a feast. It was a performance.And I was the prop.Nothing happened between us last night, I don’t know what came over him—he left so abruptly then he asked them to take me out of that High Tower. I should feel nothing but relief, and in a way, I do. Still, I know it’s not truly over, I saw the desire in his eyes; it hasn’t faded.For now, though, I’m grateful. I don’t know what might have happened if he had stayed, if he had touched me. How would I have faced Ronan after that?"Sit straight," Malakar said quietly, not looking at me. His hand was on my knee under the table, pressing down, not affectionately, but possessively. The way you pin a document so the wind doesn't take it.I straightened.He

Selene's POV I raced back up the freezing stone stairs, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged bird begging for freedom. I had to get the key back. If Bren noticed it was missing, then it's over. When I reached the top, I spotted him immediately. He was still slouched against the wall, his eyes heavy with sleep, his chin dipping toward his chest. Thank the Moon. "Bren!" I called out, forcing my voice into something light and airy. "Bren, are you still there?" He jolted awake, blinking rapidly. "My Lady?" His hand flew to his sword hilt before relaxing. "Gods above, you scared me. It's the middle of the night. You should be tucked in your bed." "I know, I know." I closed the distance between us, my legs threatening to shake right out from under me. "I'm so sorry to bother you. I've been such a mess today—you wouldn't believe it." He tilted his head, concern flickering across his tired face. "What's wrong, my Lady?" "I think I dropped something," I said, stepping closer.