Semua Bab TO DENY A LUNA: Bab 91 - Bab 100

VELARA'S POVThe moment the word slipped from his lips—“Luna”—a flicker of pain and irritation contorted my face. It scraped against old wounds, that title, once sacred, now nothing but a bitter reminder. I bristled, straightening my spine as I met his gaze.“Don’t call me that,” I said, my voice stripped of warmth. It came out flat, controlled, each syllable sharp with restraint. “Where is my child?”He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he stepped aside, a silent invitation that stirred unease in my chest. I moved forward, past him, my footsteps soundless against the gleaming floors as I crossed the threshold. The air inside his home felt too still, too clean, as though it had been scrubbed of anything real. It was a fortress dressed like a luxury apartment—open, modern, and sprawling, the kind of place that swallowed you whole.The entire floor belonged to him. No walls broke the space, only angles of steel and marble, shadows moving across gl

VELARA'S POVDamon guided us toward the exit, his stride steady, his hand brushing lightly against mine as if to reassure me. A soft breath escaped my lips—quiet but full of relief—as I clutched our son closer to my chest. Kael, drowsy and limp from exhaustion, rested his cheek against my shoulder, his tiny breaths warming my skin. Each rise and fall of his chest told me he was slipping deeper into sleep, unaware of the world unraveling around him.But the moment Damon reached for the door and swung it open, my body locked into place. My feet refused to take another step. The air shifted.Just beyond the doorway, standing beneath the arching shadows of the building’s entrance, was Damon’s father. Alpha Alaric stood tall, his presence commanding even in something as mundane as conversation. He was speaking to one of the guards, and from the slight toss of his head and the gruff chuckle that followed, he was clearly amused by something. That ease vanished th

VELARA'S POVAs much as I loathed doing it, I complied. The truth settled heavy in my chest. His father unnerved me in ways Damon never had. When I stepped a little closer, Damon glanced down briefly but didn’t speak. He simply pressed the elevator button, his face unreadable.Kael shifted in his arms with a sleepy murmur, letting out a small yawn as he adjusted himself against his father's chest. Then, without warning, Damon slid his arm across my shoulders and drew me in. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let the closeness happen, even leaned in a little. I needed the feeling of safety more than I needed space. With his father's piercing gaze still on us, Damon’s touch felt strangely reassuring.“Baltazar,” Damon called out, his voice steady and commanding.From the distance, the towering man approached. His footsteps were slow but deliberate, each one echoing faintly in the quiet corridor. He stopped beside me and nodded respectfully at Damon.

DAMON'S POVWhat were the chances that fate would bind me to one of Alpha Viktor’s daughters? The irony stung. Of all people, not the one our families had tried to force me into marrying for the sake of politics. The entire situation felt absurd. My father had loathed Viktor for as long as I could remember, yet now they spoke as though they shared some buried camaraderie. Their sudden friendliness didn't feel natural. It felt calculated, as if Viktor held something over my father, something powerful enough to make the most dominant man I knew swallow his pride. My father never compromised with adversaries. He conquered them, ground them beneath his boot, and never looked back.The thought circled endlessly in my mind as I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My muscles were tense, my mind restless. Then the buzz of my phone jolted me from the tangle of thoughts. It vibrated against the bedside table, its light cutting through the dim room. I turned my hea

VELARA'S POVThe aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the room as Baltazar approached Damon with a respectful tone. “Coffee, sir?” he offered, holding out the steaming cup. Damon gave a small, silent nod of acknowledgment. But before Baltazar could fully retreat, his gaze shifted toward me.“Coff— Wait, what happened to your eyes?” he asked sharply, his voice thick with concern. The half-spoken offer fell away as urgency overtook him. He hurried past the table, knocking a chair askew with a loud scrape and clatter, barely noticing as it toppled behind him.“Allergies,” I replied, keeping my tone level despite the way his worried stare bore into me.Baltazar’s large, calloused fingers suddenly cupped my face, turning it roughly side to side as he examined me like I was made of glass about to crack.From beside me, Elysia let out a scoff—a sharp sound of irritation that cut through the air like a blade. Baltazar’s eyes flicked to