Alle Kapitel von Snow: Lunar Legacy : Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of extreme violence, abuse, and sexual assault. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It may be distressing or triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution.Sylvester couldn’t help but growl at the sky the moment he felt the mark. He had let her go then, thinking she wouldn’t find her fated mate—but she had. He stood up and crashed his tablet to the floor, cursing himself for letting her slip away. “Not a single soul should enter,” his servants all shivered outside his door, terrified of what his anger might bring.“Bring her,” he yelled. His right-hand man, leaning on the door, asked, “Bring who, my lord?” Sylvester laughed without thinking and reached through the gap, grasping the man’s neck with one hand.“You dare ask me that?” he growled. The man trembled. “I will bring Lioara," he stammered. “Good seems you live to see another day,” Sylvester said, letting him go.“Get out of my sight,” Sylvester said menacingly, watchin

"A vacation? For what?" Imogen asked, and Asher walked toward her, placing his hands on her cheeks and gently squeezing them."You look stressed," he said, and Imogen rolled her eyes — for a moment, she thought it was something serious.She pulled his hands away and walked to the couch. "To be honest, I’m okay," she said, and Asher’s eyes darkened."I want to spend some alone time with you. Can’t I?" he asked, and Imogen froze.She hadn’t expected him to be so blunt. Her cheeks reddened a little — it was the very first time someone of the opposite gender had said something like that to her."Hmm, okay then. I accept," she said, looking away, trying to seem nonchalant. Asher smirked and walked over to her. He cupped her cheeks once again, but this time, he pecked her lips."Let’s start packing. We leave tomorrow," he said.Imogen smiled. "Sure," she replied.Asher walked toward the room, but his smile faded instantly, replaced by a dark expression.There was a reason he wanted this hol

Finally, they arrived at the beach. Imogen’s eyes glowed as she stared at it, a smile spreading across her face. Asher watched her, his gaze fixed on her, eyes glistening.“You like it?” Asher asked.Imogen beamed, turning to him, her hair flying in the wind.“I love it,” she said.Asher felt his heart skip a beat the moment she spoke those words. He licked his lips and turned toward the ocean.He had seen photos of the sea in a notebook she kept locked in her cupboard. He shouldn’t have looked—but he had. Those images of the sea, the waves, the horizon—he knew what it meant to her. So, he decided to bring her here for a vacation.Besides, it was the perfect place to deal with Han. He knew Han had already found her house, the fake one Asher had lured him to. He planned to finish things there. But right now, it was all about Imogen.“Let’s get to the room first,” Asher said.Imogen nodded eagerly and ran toward the beach house without hesitation.It was the first time she had ever seen

Amaya froze, staring at Snow in horror as blood dripped down from her stomach. Her lips parted, trembling.“Lu…na,” she whispered, her voice shaking.The knife slid out slowly, and Snow coughed—blood spilling from her lips. The hunter had used silver. She wasn’t healing, her knees gave away, she staggered, Amaya rushed forward, only for the male beside her to grab her tightly.“Stay back,” he sneered, his crooked teeth glinting in the light.Amaya froze. The crowd fear erupted, running and pushing also conspired...The Merchants and buyers scattered, screaming.Snow wasn’t shocked anymore, no one came to help. She stared down at her stomach; the burning sensation in her gut spread like wildfire through her veins.“Fleur, can you transform?” she whispered weakly to her wolf.“I can’t… you’re too injured,” Fleur replied, her voice trembling.Snow groaned, her vision blurring as her knees hit the dirt.“Wow, isn’t she supposed to be dead?” one of the men said, his tone mocking. He wasn’t

“This isn’t who you are, Loren.”Valerie’s eyes moved slowly around the ruined room, her voice calm but sharp. “You aren’t their pawn.”Loren only chuckled, low and bitter. “Really? I am their pawn, Val. Father always liked you more. Treated me like garbage.”Valerie’s brows furrowed, confusion flashing.“He treated you better. What part of treated me better are you rewriting?” she shot back. “He made you Alpha...knowing perfectly well you were an experiment turned wolf!”Loren’s eyes blazed. “Don’t you dare! I am a wolf! No experiment defines me!”Valerie scoffed, folding her arms under her chest deliberately.“You’re no real wolf. You never deserved the Alpha title. Yet Father entrusted you… and you chose the rotten side.” She clicked her tongue. “He would be so disappointed in you right now.”“Shut. Up!” Loren roared.Valerie’s gaze flicked to Ace.... silent, sharp, a sync between them.“Dad would be disappointed,” Valerie added, twisting the knife deeper.Mari groaned. “Enough wit