Semua Bab The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen : Bab 61 - Bab 70

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The night wind whistled through the half-open window of my study, sending a shiver down my spine as I pondered over the maps and ancient texts scattered across my desk. The soft knock at the door barely reached my ears, lost amidst the haunting howl that echoed from the woods, a reminder of the darkness lurking beyond the palace walls."Enter," I called, my voice steady despite the unease that clung to my heart like ivy to ancient stone.Elara Windrider stepped into the chamber, her presence as silently commanding as the moon's pull on the tides. I could see in her eyes-the same restless gleam of the untamed wilderness-that tonight, she bore more than just her usual counsel."Kelly, there's something you must know about my past," Elara began, her tone low, as if to prevent the secrets from spilling into unwanted ears. She moved closer, the flickering candlelight casting a dance of shadows upon her face. "Before I found sanctuary within your pack, I roamed the lan

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The golden light of late afternoon streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the royal chamber. Eden's laughter resonated like music against the stone walls as he playfully dodged Alpha Jason's attempts to capture him. I watched them with a warmth blossoming in my chest, the sight of my family a soothing balm to the ever-present anxiety that comes with ruling."Careful, Eden," I cautioned with a smile, "your father might just be the sneakiest wolf in the South pack."A servant entered, balancing a tray of snacks and drinks with practiced ease. The scent of roasted meat and fresh berries filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of pine from the logs crackling in the fireplace. We gathered around the low table, our happiness simple yet profound, nestled in this pocket of peace we carved out for ourselves within the palace walls."Tell me, Eden, have you mastered that new spell I taught you?" I asked, handing him a gob

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV Shadows crept along the walls of the royal chamber, mirroring the dark tendrils of doubt that twisted through my mind. I sat alone, my posture rigid on the throne that now felt more like a prison than a seat of power. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional crackle from the fireplace that failed to warm the chill in my bones. My fingers traced the armrest, the intricate carvings cold and unyielding under my touch.Elara Windrider's image haunted me – her once vibrant frame now broken and fragile, tethered to life by the thinnest of threads. Her injury weighed on my heart, heavy as the crown upon my head. As Luna Queen, it was my duty to protect my pack, but in this moment, I felt nothing but helplessness. Could I continue this path, knowing it led my closest allies into peril?A sigh escaped my lips, fogging the air before me. The burden of leadership bore down on me, the weight of expectations pressing against my chest until it was hard to brea

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV Silence loomed over my private chamber like a specter, its presence as heavy as the thoughts that weighed upon my soul. I sat alone, perched on the edge of my bed with a regal posture unbefitting of the turmoil that churned within me. My fingers traced the intricate patterns of the velvet coverlet, each stitch a reminder of the tapestry of lies and truths woven into my lineage.I, Kelly Thompson, am the Luna Queen, yet in the quietude of this sanctuary, titles felt like chains rather than honors. The legacy of my parents haunted me-a sacrifice shrouded in mystery and laden with expectations that now rested on my shoulders. Their absence was a gaping chasm in my heart, filled only by the whispers of a prophecy I scarcely understood.My gaze drifted to the moonlit window, the silver orb hanging low in the night sky, an eternal witness to the secret fears that danced at the edges of my consciousness. Could I truly embody the strength they believed resided in me? The

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The air in the war room was charged, a palpable tension that clung to every shadowed corner and whispered of the impending storm. I stood at the head of the ancient oak table, its surface etched with the scars of countless strategy sessions. My allies encircled me, their faces etched with lines of concern and determination. With my back ramrod straight and chin lifted in defiance of the creeping dread, I met each of their gazes squarely."Alpha Biansky's pack moves under the cloak of treachery, bolstered by The Black Faes' dark whispers," I began, my voice resonating through the silence. "They are not mere shadows skulking in the night; they are an eclipse poised to smother our light."My fingers brushed over the intricate map spread before us, tracing the borders of our territory-a land we had defended with blood and bone. "We must bind together as the moon waxes with unity, or we'll crumble like leaves underfoot when it wanes into division."Paul Biansky's jaw