All Chapters of Ashina-The Awakening of the Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ASHINA’S POVStill, Boris remained silent, watching his father closely. I sensed he was deliberately giving King Dragor room to speak, curious to see just how far the king would push his ambitions to achieve his goals, revealing the full extent of his intentions without any interference.“Alpha Knight has escaped and knowing him, I believe that as we talk, he may be plotting for another attack. It will be wise to get the territory under our jurisdiction.”Impressive! His command over words was truly something to behold. It struck me then that this must have been how he had lured me into his web from the very beginning. His manipulation was not loud or aggressive; it was subtle and calculated. He must have known that if I stood beside Boris, we would inevitably emerge victorious. That realisation sent a chill through me. The pieces were falling into place too neatly. Now, looking back, I couldn’t help but wonder—had he already discovered that Boris and I were fated mates long before

ASHINA’S POV I hadn’t stepped outside in days.The world could go on without me. The sky could fall or bloom; I didn’t care. I closed the doors, drew the curtains, and buried myself in silence. Even the light seemed unwelcome. I moved through my home like a ghost, avoiding mirrors, avoiding people. Most of all, I avoided him.Boris…He had sent word once, then twice. I didn’t read the messages. I tore them open and left them unread, letting the parchment curl by the fireplace like wounded birds. I didn’t want his explanations. I didn’t want to see the truth in his eyes or whatever it was.Maybe I feared I would see nothing there. Therefore, I locked myself away, away from the world, away from what I might learn if I dared to look too close.The only person who stayed, or rather, whom I turned to, was Rosy.She came and stayed with me as always, but she also thought that it was wise to leave me alone and not mention anything. She brought food I didn’t eat, tea I didn’t drink. She didn

ASHINA’S POVI had started to feel lonely amidst the crowd and Boris not being around was adding more to the boredom. I was the one who had pushed him away, but now I deeply regretted doing so.I began pondering if I had not committed a big mistake in going far from him, or having been too harsh on him?As Rosy had mentioned, Boris had been in love with me for a very long time now and that he had come to my mother with a proposal. That kept disturbing my evening.However, even more troubling was this: if I saw him tonight, if by some twist of fate he appeared before me, what would I even say? Could I find the words to explain this quiet ache growing inside me, the regret blooming too late? Or would I stand there, silent and stubborn, while everything important slipped away again?The thought unsettled me far more than I cared to admit.In the end, the party was getting too suffocating. Laughter echoed from gilded corners like glass splintering inside my ears, and that was the time whe

ALPHA BORIS’ POVThe chandeliers of the banquet hall still shimmered from a distance as I made my way through the winding marble corridors of the palace.My steps echoed hollowly, out of sync with the laughter and music that had already begun without me.I was late. Again.It was not because I didn't want to be there, or because the event wasn’t important. But because royal affairs had eaten away my time like a slow and invisible fire.Briefings, patrol rosters, council petitions, troop allocations—tasks I couldn’t delegate, not when the kingdom’s borders were this volatile, and not when my father's indecision bred unease in every corner of our court.Then, still, as I straightened my collar and passed the last pair of guards at the banquet doors, something felt wrong.Where was the honour? The welcome?The guards barely gave me a nod. No trumpets. No herald calling out my name. No father standing with open arms to acknowledge the heir to the throne.But more than that—where was Ashin

ASHINA’S POV The silence after her words was absolute. It wasn’t the calm kind, the gentle hush of a secret shared. No, this was the silence that followed a slap. It rang. It burned.I stared at the Queen, the woman who had once clasped my hands and whispered blessings before battle, who had praised my spirit in court, who had offered me poisoned sympathy in the same breath as betrayal.“I won’t do it,” I said.My voice cracked slightly. It was not out of weakness, but with the tremour of fury barely restrained. She blinked slowly, as though she hadn’t heard me right.“I beg your pardon?”“I said no,” I repeated, clearer and firmer now, “I will not be the King’s mistress.”The air between us shifted. The softness fell away like discarded silk, and in its place rose the steel of royalty. The Queen drew herself up straighter and her chin lifted just slightly.“You would refuse a crown for your child? You would refuse to place Boris where he belongs?”“I would refuse to be bartered like