Semua Bab MOONVEIL : The Blood of the Last Curse: Bab 21 - Bab 30

They came like wolves draped in silk—one by one, the alphas arrived with power in every step, glowing brighter the more desperate they became. The stronger they were, the more obvious their hunger. They brought gifts wrapped in luxury, promises spun from silver-tongued lies, and oaths of loyalty wrapped in gold—like loyalty was something you could buy in ounces.But behind their perfect smiles, behind the respectful bows and polished greetings, I could read them like an open book:Greed.Ambition.Desire.Not for me—not truly. None of them actually saw Willow, the girl with her own fears and dreams. All they saw was power, the Moonveil symbol etched into my blood. My blood had stopped being just life—it had become a crown no one could see but everyone wanted.In the days after Jarek’s arrival, I barely left the manor. My father said it was for my safety, and while there was truth in that, we both knew the real reason went deeper. This wasn’t just about protection—it was politics at it

I wanted to say something. I wanted to scream that Leon would understand—that our friendship was strong enough to survive any truth. But the words got stuck in my throat. Because deep down, I was scared too. Scared of what would happen if one day he saw my eyes glowing yellow… or saw me in another form entirely.Rael looked at me sharply, but his voice softened. “You know what, Willow? Human fear can be more dangerous than any werewolf’s hatred. If he panics—if he tells the wrong person, even by accident—it won’t just be you who gets burned. One small leak, and Moonveil crumbles.”“He wouldn’t do that,” I whispered, but my voice didn’t even convince me.“Then let’s hope you’re right,” Rael said flatly. “Because trusting the wrong person even once can destroy everything.”Tiana placed her hand gently on my shoulder—warm and grounding, just like when I was little. “We’re not saying you have to cut him off, sweetheart. But you need to be careful. Secrets like this don’t survive long in t

This campus hasn’t changed.But ever since I came back from Moonveil, it feels like I’m walking through the same world… only now, I’m carrying a nightmare on my back.I try to focus on my studies—on things like stats class and term papers—anything but Xander, Enzo, Jarek, and the cursed mess that follows me like a shadow. If I can’t reject the curse, then I have to control it. That’s what Dad told me.A curse born of love... then love is what I must learn to command.But Xander’s words about matebonds won’t stop echoing in my head. Out of all the men, why is he the one I can’t seem to avoid?“Willow!”I turned quickly. Ivy—one of my classmates—was waving from the library steps. I gave her a small smile and a quick wave, but I didn’t slow down. Stats started in ten minutes. I needed a routine. Normalcy. Something that didn’t reek of blood, fate, or longing.Then I saw her.

I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, pretending to take notes. The words on the screen blurred like rain washing away ink.Today was... insane.Xander stood beside a woman claiming to be his future Luna, and for some reason, it burned. Deep in my chest, like something being torn apart from the inside.He’s the only guy who’s ever kissed me—and maybe that kiss was what triggered the cursed blood running in my veins.Then Enzo cornered me before class started, his voice low and sharp, promising he wouldn’t give up. Not now. Not ever. His intensity still lingered on my skin like an invisible scar.And Jarek? He just showed up—like a storm with no warning, just impact.And Leon… sweet, stubborn Leon. The one who looks at me like he knows who I really am. And I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to talk to Rael and Tiana before I opened that door.Professor Reed's voice droned on from the front of the class, echoing

Leon’s POVRael led me into a room behind the café—definitely the owner’s. The chair was soft, the walls were spotless, and everything smelled like expensive coffee. But it was too quiet. Too clean to just be for invoices or planning a seasonal promo.Rael sat behind a sleek, dark wood desk. Everything about it looked sharp and intentional, just like him. I sat across from him, still trying to figure out why I was the one being pulled aside for a serious talk—especially when he should be out there protecting Willow from... whatever the hell is coming.But before I could ask what this was all about, I heard a soft mechanical hum behind him. The bookshelf—which had looked solid as hell—started to tremble. Then, like something out of a spy movie, it slowly rotated to the side. Behind it, a wall split open, glowing faintly.I stood on instinct, but Rael raised a hand casually, motioning for me to stay seated.