Semua Bab Mooncursed: Fated to the Alphas: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The morning light barely touched the curtains, but I could already feel the ache in my body. A dull, restless pulse under my skin that refused to quiet.Hot water lapped at my shoulders, steam curling around me like fog. I’d been sitting in the tub for what felt like hours, replaying everything his voice, his hands, the way Darius had looked at me like I was both salvation and sin.When he said I drove him insane, I thought it was just words. But now I understood, because I was losing my mind too.I closed my eyes, tilting my head back against the porcelain. The surface of the water shimmered as I exhaled. My fingers brushed over my thigh tentative, searching for that tender spot between my legs, and I bit my lip as a sharp wave of memory hit me.His mouth on my skin.The way his breath had broken against mine.The way I’d begged him to kiss me.A low sound escaped my throat, part frustration, part hunger. My heartbeat picked up, echoing in my ears.My skin still tingled where he’d to

Maris didn’t say a word as we walked, but I could feel her eyes flick toward me now and then, curious. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the air damp and heavy with the scent of earth and wet ground. The corridors were buzzing with movement as servants and warriors hurried about, preparing for the evening’s gathering. I tried to ignore the way their whispers followed me the daughter of no pack, the girl who disappeared and somehow returned under the protection of the Lycan brothers. But Liana’s voice still echoed in my skull like poison. “Maybe I should tell them the truth, that you can’t even shift. That you’re just a wolfless, broken thing pretending to belong here.” Her hand had nearly connected with my face before I caught it mid-air, fingers digging into her wrist. I’d stared straight into her eyes, the part of me that used to fear her long gone. She’d hissed, jerking free, promising she’d destroy me one way or another. Now my palm still burned from where I’d grabbed he

The murmurs hadn’t yet died down when a voice, soft but sharp as a blade, sliced through the air. “If it’s alliances we’re talking about…” Charlotte. She rose gracefully from her seat, all silver gown and venomous poise. The kind of beauty that had teeth. Her father, Lord Varyn, ruled one of the richest border territories, and the kind of man whose loyalty could turn wars. As much as Draven and his brothers were true born Lycan and the strongest in all the lands, they still very much needed Lord Varyn’s armies. And she was a fair exchange. She smiled sweetly, and deliberate. Her gaze landing on Draven. And I knew that second what she had in mind to offer l. “…then perhaps the solution is simple. If Alpha Draven were to mate with me, the Varyn forces would stand with the summit’s cause. My father would send his troops to reinforce the unprotected packs in the North — immediately.” The hall went dead silent. The words hit me like a slap, not for what they meant, but for

The moment he was gone, the silence pressed in, thick and suffocating. I could still feel him, his heat, his breath, the phantom echo of his body caging mine. Every nerve in me screamed to chase after him, to drag him back and finish the argument in a way that would leave us both ruined. Instead, I just stood there, trembling, until the ache in my chest turned into something sharp. Hatred. Not for them, but for this. For the goddess. For the bond. For the way it kept tying me to men who couldn’t decide whether to claim me or cage me. Finally gathering my strength I walked, out into the gardens, tracing my way back to the lake where I almost had Darius right where I wanted him. Almost. Such and annoying word Lightning flashed across the horizon, throwing silver light over the lake below. My reflection rippled in the water wet hair, red eyes, a hollow look I barely recognized. Maybe I was the curse they all feared. I stayed there until the torches burned low and the halls w

The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to skin like smoke. Daemon stood silent beside Selene, his face unreadable, his lips pressed into a hard line as the council waited—waited for him to speak, to accept her offer, to break me in front of everyone. I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping the edge of the table until my nails cracked against the wood. So that was it, then. They would stand here, in front of half the damn realm, and discuss alliances and Luna titles like I wasn’t even in the room. “Enough,” I said, voice trembling with a rage I could no longer swallow. All heads turned. I stood slowly, every muscle in my body taut, my pulse hammering in my throat. “You want a Luna?” I asked, my voice rising. “Then take one. Take all of them. Maybe one of them will last long enough to survive your throne.” The words fell like thunder in the room. Draven’s head snapped toward me, eyes darkening with something wild. Darius froze mid-breath. Even Daemon’s stoic mask