Semua Bab TO DENY A LUNA: Bab 101 - Bab 110

DAMON'S POVKael’s voice broke through the silence as we moved down the hallway, a quiet blend of curiosity and unease threading through his words. “Where are we going, Dad?” he asked, lifting his gaze toward me with eyes that searched for reassurance.I didn’t slow my pace. My voice came out clipped, the edge of irritation evident. “Anywhere but here.” The corridor stretched ahead like a tunnel I couldn’t get out of fast enough, the dirty walls echoing the weight of my frustration. My steps were long, hurried, almost aggressive in their determination to put distance between us and the classrooms behind. It wasn’t until I glanced back and noticed the kids scurrying to keep up, Selene practically skipping and Kael struggling to match my stride—that I forced myself to ease the pace, even just slightly.“But today’s show and tell,” Selene whined, clutching her worn-out stuffed bear tightly against her chest, like it was a sacred relic. Her eyes were round wit

VELARA'S POVAlaric’s gaze settled on me, sharp and observant, his brows knitting together ever so slightly. “You seem tense,” he remarked, the quiet note in his voice almost an accusation. He leaned forward, the motion deliberate, before he rose fluidly to his feet. Without a word, he extended a hand toward the chair in front of my desk—a silent invitation laced with authority. I didn’t bother to question it. With slow, measured steps, I moved to the chair and lowered myself into it. Alaric mirrored the gesture on the opposite side of the desk, folding into his seat with a composed air that only irritated me further."I’m not surprised you’re here," I said, pulling my phone from my pocket and placing it gently on the desk’s polished surface. My tone was flat, but my words carried an edge. "Let me guess—you came to issue threats? Trying to make sure I keep quiet about Lilith? Don’t want Damon finding out?"His expression tightened, lips thinning as his gaz

DAMON'S POVWell, that was absolutely not what I anticipated. What on earth did I just endure? I sat through a children’s musical filled with rainbow-colored trolls prancing around, farting glitter, and breaking into obnoxiously cheerful songs about sunshine and rainbows. It was an assault on my sanity. Dante, however, seemed far too amused for my liking. I, on the other hand, wanted to claw my own ears out. Kael sat there the entire time glaring at the screen, clearly not impressed in the slightest. But the girls? They were enchanted. I was surrounded by glitter, giggles, and squeals. This outing wasn’t meant for me—it was for my kid, and I was enduring it like a champ.Dante cradled Selene with a tenderness that didn’t quite match his usual energy, carefully easing her into the back seat of the car. Her head lolled softly against his shoulder, the remnants of sleep clinging to her features. She had dozed off during the final scenes of the movie, lulled by the sug

DAMON'S POVDr. Ada’s voice was gentle, careful, as though he feared startling her into silence. “And how long have you been experiencing the nosebleeds?”Velara’s eyes flicked to the floor, her voice barely a whisper. “A few years.”The tension in the room thickened like fog. Earlier, she'd fought tooth and nail to keep me out, practically shouting at the doctor and shoving me away in desperation. That alone had piqued my suspicion. So I stayed. And now, watching her shrink from every question, twisting vague answers into veils of misdirection, was grating on every nerve I had. She was dodging the truth, and I was done letting her.“Answer him properly,” I snapped, voice sharp as a blade. I didn’t just speak—I let my aura slide out like a storm cloud rolling low across the ground. The force of it swept over her, curling around her limbs and into her spine. She flinched, a tremor wracking her small frame before she gasped out the truth.“

VELARA'S POVI hadn’t been prepared for the words that left the doctor’s mouth — a quiet, steady voice belonging to a woman who had just shattered the fragile understanding I had of what tethered Damon and me together. I didn’t know such a thing was even possible, that the bond we shared could be wounded so deeply. Pain, after all, was a familiar companion. I had become accustomed to its silent presence, had grown used to carrying it like a second skin. But this — this wasn’t just pain. It was devastation in disguise. The knowledge that Damon had harmed the very essence of what tied us together settled like ice in the pit of my stomach.Yet somehow, the connection still thrummed inside me. It hadn’t faded. It hadn’t dulled. Even with all the anger simmering in me, I could still feel that invisible thread pulling me toward him. I still wanted him, despite hating everything he had done, despite the resentment that coiled in my chest like smoke. And in that moment, al