Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Omega Luna : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Lyra’s POVThe night pressed down heavily. My body throbbed, restless beneath my skin. Every sound carved too deep, every scent crowded too close.I whispered to myself, “Hold it. Choose one sound.”The drip from the roof. Steady, slow. I clung to it.But the moment I closed my eyes, the drip broke into a roar. My veins burned. My nails dug into my palms until they cut.Something inside me wanted out.By dawn, my hands shook so badly I could barely fasten my dress. I pushed myself into the corridor anyway. The air smelled too sharp, too alive: meat cooking two floors away, wet stone on the walls, sweat on a guard who passed without looking at me. I turned and ran out into the lavender fields, going as far away from the palace as possible.My stomach clenched, not from hunger, but from need. I pressed a hand to my chest.“What’s happening to me?”“Lyra?”I turned. Freya. Her eyes swept me once, and she frowned walking towards me.“You look… worse.”“I feel worse.”She took my hand and

Lyra’s POVI didn’t want to sleep. Not after the claws. Not after Seraphina’s whispers. But exhaustion dragged me under like a current, and the dream came with it.Only this time, it didn’t wait for me to settle.I opened my eyes to the forest, already ablaze. Smoke stung my throat, sparks hissed in the dark. Shadows moved fast—steel against claw, men against wolves.But I wasn’t standing apart anymore. My hands weren’t hands. They curved into claws, the earth vibrating through my bones. The scents hit me first—blood sharp as iron, fear sour as vinegar, sweat thick and heavy.I staggered. This isn’t watching. This is living.A voice cut through. “You again.”I turned. The copper-haired Beta stood before me, sword slick with blood, shield dented, eyes wild. His voice was hoarse, but steady.“You don’t belong here,” he said.“I know,” I gasped.“Then why do you keep coming?”“I don’t choose it.”He bared his teeth. “Who did, then?" Before I could answer, the boy-Kieran appeared behind

Lyra’s POV“Alpha Kieran!” His name left my lips before I could stop it. It was loud enough to wake the silence in the chamber.He was standing by the windows again, like his mind was crowded by different thoughts, and he stared out to the point where it seemed he could get the answers he's looking for.“What is it now, Lyra?” he asked without turning around to look at me, his voice controlled.I swallowed the lump already forming in my throat. “Don't pretend like nothing happened between us before you retired for the day. You told me I was your mate, and now you woke up this morning with an attitude like nothing ever happened.”He kept quiet without saying anything, and when I had given up on him responding, he slowly turned, his stormy eyes fixed on me.“I don't recall ever admitting to such a thing.”“You are lying through your teeth," I whispered, my fist already formed, but I held myself. "I heard you very clearly. You admitted everything yourself, and I felt it.”He quickly cros

Lyra’s POV“You’ve succeeded in stirring up enough trouble for just one night,” the eldest councilman said, his tone coming out with firmness. “The test still stands. Until that is fulfilled, it would be advisable she is kept on a leash, Alpha.”Did he just say ‘kept on a leash’?The insult was unbearable, but before I could gather the right words to reply, the doors chamber flung open.A familiar voice, one I could recognize even in my sleep, floated in, fully coated with poison beneath its sweet tone.“Surely, there would be no need for such hostility.”That was Seraphina.The moment her figure emerged, she bowed low to Kieran, then to the council in respect, before her disdainful gaze landed on me.“What brought you here?” Kieran asked, his voice low and dangerous.“Only here to fulfill what duty demands,” she replied smoothly. She always had sweet answers to every question. “When I heard whispers spreading around about our great Alpha being entangled in questionable bonds, I could

Seraphina's POV“That's pathetic.” I heard Elder Mordecai saying like he didn't mean it. “No, this is finally for me, for waiting patiently, and at last, getting a good result. The little wolf, the one that is Kieran's shadow, is finally falling,” he rejoiced, giving me hope as the arena for the trial was already painted with Lyra's blood, gotten from every strike directed at her.Beside him was elder Cael, and from his facial expression, and body posture, I could tell he wasn't comfortable.“Perhaps, we are doing more than is needed. Choosing Raoul to be her opponent…” Mordecai didn't let him to finish, cutting him off with words that could freeze blood. “That is exactly the point, to go too far. A Luna from this great Pack, who can't survive little blows, isn't supposed to be in that position. Let the Pack members see for themselves who will rule beside their Alpha, and be the judge.”At the right side was warrior Raoul, his blade aggressively close to Lyra's cheek. What a delightfu