All Chapters of Forsaken Luna's Revenge : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ronan's POV I couldn’t stop thinking about Selene. My mind kept replaying the way she looked at me through those cold iron bars — her eyes full of fear and determination at the same time. Did she make it back to her room safely? Did Malakar catch her? The questions burned inside my chest like hot coals, but there were no answers. I was trapped here, chained to this damn wall like an animal, helpless while my Selene risked everything for me. Anger boiled in my blood with every second that passed. I wanted to rip Malakar’s head from his shoulders. How dare he treat me like this? How dare he lock me up and call himself High Alpha? If I were free, I would tear this entire keep apart. If it weren’t part of the Moon Goddess’s plan, I would never have let Malakar do this to me. He wouldn’t have even had the chance—I’m no fool to follow his orders, especially not when I am an Alpha myself. But I held it all in. I had to… for Selene. This was the path the Moon Goddess had chosen. If I ki

Ronan’s POVThe minutes felt like hours.Every second that passed, I imagined Malakar’s hands on Selene. Her screams echoing in my head made my blood boil hotter. I paced the small cell like a caged beast, chains rattling with every angry step. My wrists were raw and bleeding from how hard I had pulled against the iron, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest."Please, do something, Moon Goddess… Stop that bastard," I muttered under my breath.I didn’t even know if this was supposed to happen. Maybe the Moon Goddess wanted this — just as it would unfold in the world Elias wanted to create. But I no longer cared. I had sworn I would never again stand in the way of the Moon Goddess’s will in this world, even if it meant I would suffer until the end of days.As long as Selene could leave here quickly, I would endure it.But if Malakar laying his hands on Selene was truly what was meant to happen… then so be it.I no longer cared about the Moon Goddess’s wil

Selene's POV The moon hung low over the temple, pale and watchful, as though it knew what I was about to do. Lyria stayed close at my side, her hands steady even though her breath trembled. Tonight, she was the one anchoring me while I prepared to become the storm.I stood before the altar, my palms flat on the cold stone. The last of the falsified world fog had faded from my mind, but the ghost of Ronan lingered behind my eyes—his voice, his smile, his agony. I pushed it down. There would be time to break later, maybe if I survived this.“Are you ready?” Lyria asked quietly.“No,” I murmured. “But I don’t have a choice.”The ritual circle was already drawn in shimmering white powder across the floor, blessed under the light of the Goddess. At the center of it rested the bowl of purified water—water touched by moonlight under an eclipse, collected by priestesses long before I was born. The Tome of Ancient Blood lay open beside it, its ink still shifting faintly, as though resentful t

Selene’s POV The night after Elias’s death was brutally quiet. Unnaturally so. No rustling leaves, no distant howls, no murmuring wind. It was as if the world was waiting, holding its breath, to see what I would do now that the parasite who called himself a god was gone. Lyria walked beside me through the forest path, but neither of us spoke. Her presence was grounding, steady, a soft pulse of calm brushing against the edges of my tired soul.By the time we reached the Moon Temple, word had already spread. The priests bowed. The guards dropped to one knee, their eyes wide but humbled. Every person I passed carried an expression caught between fear and awe—as if I had grown a second moon in my hands and they didn’t quite know how close they could stand without burning.I didn’t stop for any of them.I went straight to the inner chamber of the temple.“Send word,” I told Lyria, my voice steady despite the storm brewing in my heart. “Gather the elders of Crimson Howl and Blackwood. To

Selene’s POV Pain is a strange thing. After everything I’ve survived, death, gods, war, betrayal—I thought I understood its limits. But nothing prepared me for this.Nine months later, I was back in Ronan’s room; in our room, my fingers digging into the carved wooden bedframe as another contraction tore through me like lightning. Sweat soaked my hair. My breath came short, sharp, uneven. The healers moved around me in a controlled panic, their hands glowing with celestial light as they tried to soothe what couldn't be soothed.“Selene, breathe,” Lyria urged, gripping my shoulders from behind.“I am breathing,” I snarled through clenched teeth. “The pain is the problem—”Another contraction slammed into me before I could finish. My wolf surged beneath my skin, snarling, thrashing, trying to protect the pups within me. It took everything in me not to shift mid‑labor. My marks glowed through my skin, lighting the room like molten silver.The walls shook.One of the healers gasped. “Her