Semua Bab The Lost Luna’s Return: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Zoey’s POV Like a warm fire on a winter night. Except I’m not sitting near the fireplace— The fire erupts from inside me. It spreads through every inch of my body, igniting nerve after nerve in a tender, thrilling burn that doesn't consume me. Instead, it completes me. It comforts me. That’s what kissing Kieran feels like. His hands move from my cheek to my waist, then thread gently through my hair, and with every movement, he awakens something deeper in me. Something ancient and new at once. His touch is a prayer, a promise, a reckoning. And it’s perfect… until— "Fina-fucking-ly." A deep voice slices through the moment. In my head. I jolt, pulling away as my pulse stutters. Kieran’s eyes flicker open, dazed and flushed. His lips are parted, confusion clear on his face. I’m about to chalk it up to my imagination when the voice returns, louder now, amused: "Why'd you stop?" “What the hell…” I whisper, stepping back. Kieran mirrors my step, concern sharpening his features.

Zoey’s POV Anders’s face remains unreadable, but the heavy silence between us speaks louder than any words could. “Why do you think so?” he finally asks, his voice calm, careful. “I think your brother put a protection spell on him,” I say, trying to steady my breath, trying to hold onto the quickly fading vision that lingers like smoke after fire. He nods slowly, flipping through the pages of his worn notepad, quill already in hand. “Tell me about the dream,” he says, already halfway through a scribble. I close my eyes, pulling the pieces of it from memory like tattered pages in the wind. “I saw the day of the explosion, the day my parents died, but Zach was nowhere to be found. Then the scene changed and I saw him—Zach. He looked young, maybe around five. Your brother was there. He said somethings and then... nothing. Zach was gone.” Anders hums at intervals, jotting rapidly, the candlelight catching the dark ink as it stains the paper. I watch his hands, but I can’t read the s

Zoey’s POV Before I can blink, Kieran is on Damon—fist after fist slamming into him with the fury of a thunderstorm. His snarls cut through the silence, guttural and wild, like a beast unchained. I freeze, my breath catching. And suddenly, I’m back in the dungeon again. Not physically—but in memory. The last time I saw him like this. Unrecognizable. Savage. Consumed by rage. Back then, it terrified me. Now… now I feel it again. That same knot of fear tightening in my gut. My mate, the one who’s protected me, the one that makes me feel safe buried under something violent and primal. I don’t want to be afraid of him again. I can’t. I bolt from the room, the clash of bodies and the shout of voices growing faint behind me. Raven’s scream, Lucien’s growl—they're trying to pull Kieran off Damon, but I know it won’t work. Not until he decides to stop. My feet carry me away—away from the carnage, away from the weight of the accusation that had shattered the room. Not to my room, where

Zoey's POVI don’t wait for either of them. I asked them both to come, but something deeper than logic pulls me forward. It’s like a tether wrapped around my spine, guiding me across the overgrown lawn of the once-glorious kingdom. With every step, memories flicker at the edges of my mind—the last time I held my brother’s hand, the last time our family laughed together before it all fell apart.I push the memories down, not allowing them to root. Not now. I need clarity, not chaos.The large double doors of the kingdom creak as I push them open. The stale scent of disuse and damp wood wraps around me as I step inside. My feet carry me, almost on instinct, to Alpha Alex’s old office—the place where so many decisions were made, including ones that changed the course of my life.The room is silent, suffocating, like it remembers every word ever yelled inside it. The scent of mildew clings to the corners, mixing with the faint hint of aged leather and old anger. I cross to the desk, the o

Zoey’s POV I hold my breath as Anders stares at the open journal in front of him, hesitation flickering across his usually composed face. “What is it, Anders?” I press, my voice tight with impatience. He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he rubs his bald head sighing deeply. “I started going through my brother’s journals,” he begins, “and I found something. I think I finally know what triggered your reaction—the day your parents died.” My breath stills. He continues, voice low, unreadable. “Andrew spent his entire life researching Moonborns. You and your brother, specifically. He knew that traditional wolf poisons like wolfsbane have no effect on Moonborns… unless they’re combined with the root of Moonbane. That’s what was in the ‘candy’ Maven gave you.” My body tenses, anger flashing through me. “But how did Ronan know that? How could he have known how to hurt me?” Anders shakes his head. “I don’t know. But we’ve just confirmed something important. We need to be more carefu