บททั้งหมดของ Ashina-The Awakening of the Luna: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ASHINA’S POVI had made up my mind.Ever since Alpha Boris confided in me about the woman he still loved—someone who had saved his life and then married someone else—I knew I couldn’t allow myself to get emotionally involved. No matter how deeply I admired him… no matter how easily my heart betrayed me in his presence, I couldn’t let myself fall further. Not now and not when I still had a war to fight and revenge to fulfill.Therefore, I began keeping my distance.Even when our paths crossed, I made sure our interactions were brief, impersonal, efficient, and although it pained me, I believed that it was the right thing to do.That belief, however, was soon tested.I was walking past the training grounds when Farkas intercepted me. His face, as always, was blank, but I could feel the tension radiating from him.The Betas and Alpha had a standard format, I would say, when it came to expression and composure, as if they had long been briefed how to carry themselves.“Zelda,” he said blu

ASHINA’S POVThe sun had long dipped beneath the jagged ridges of the Western horizon, leaving behind a deep hush and the soft glow of starlight. The night air was cool, crisp against the sweat still clinging to my skin after hours of gruelling training. My limbs screamed with fatigue. Every muscle was tight, aching from Alpha Boris’ sudden decision to intensify my regimen without a word of explanation.I didn’t protest. Not openly. Not when he looked at me with that hard and expressionless stare of his. Yet inside, I boiled.I was no fool. He was punishing me for something, and I still had no idea what it was. As far as I recalled, he was upset after that night he had rescued me from Alpha Knight’s clutches. I still could not remember what I might have done or said to him.However, he should know that I was drunk and if I might have offended him he should have spoken to me directly, rather than keeping it all in and punishing me. That was ridiculously unjust, wasn’t it?Yet, the nig

ASHINA’S POVOn our way back, Alpha Boris and I had not spoken much. I was a bit embarrassed since I was nearly going to kiss him. Gosh! Perhaps he was used to such reactions, who knew. Afterall, he was the most handsome Alpha in all the lands; North, South, East and West. I recalled one of the soldiers saying, “Damn… so this is where he plays with women.”Was it common for Alpha Boris to entertain women in private, only to discard them once he had had his fill? Most Alphas were known for such behaviour—treating she-wolves like temporary indulgences rather than equals. But something about Alpha Boris made it feel different. Or maybe I just wanted it to be different. Still, if he truly had such habits, how had he managed to keep them so well-hidden? Who had been satisfying his needs all this time? To my knowledge, we didn’t even have many she-wolves in the camp. Moreover, those we did have were either mated or significantly older than him. Could it be that he was attracted to older

ASHINA’S POVAt last, Alpha Boris managed to force the metal trap open, though the searing pain that followed was nearly unbearable. My breath caught, and I bit down a groan.“Alpha—” Esther’s voice broke through the haze of pain, feigning concern as she stepped forward.The audacity. She had the nerve to act as if she were here to help after orchestrating the trap that had injured me. Her expression was one of worry, but I knew better. Perhaps she wasn’t concerned at all—perhaps she was just bitter, envious of the attention Alpha Boris was giving me.“Shut up,” he barked, his voice sharp as steel, yet he didn’t even look in her direction. “Say one more word before I give you permission, and you’ll regret it.”My heart thudded. Had he realized it was her doing? Would he have spoken so harshly to her otherwise?Esther looked stunned, her lips parting briefly before she shut her mouth tightly, silenced by his authority.The flare that had lit the woods sizzled out, swallowing the scene

ASHINA’S POVThe clang of swords and the rhythmic shuffle of feet echoed across the training field. Morning drills were underway, and sweat glistened on the brows of every soldier under the rising sun.I gripped my sword tightly, muscles aching, body still sore from yesterday’s wound and the tension that had refused to leave me ever since the rainstorm in the infirmary.It was a storm raging not only outside but inside me as well—a chaotic clash of thunderous emotions, each lightning bolt of memory striking nerves raw with grief, confusion, and longing.Esther’s voice sliced through the air like a sword, yet her tone seemed too sweet, as if she was so concerned or something. "I saw the sir enter the medical tent last night."The reaction was immediate and impossible to ignore. Within seconds, heads began to turn, and a murmur spread across the field like wildfire catching dry grass.I could feel the atmosphere shift, thickening with curiosity, judgement, and something meaner that buzz