บททั้งหมดของ TO DENY A LUNA: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

ALARIC'S POVSomething had unsettled the woman I noticed leaving earlier. The image lingers in my mind as I watch Velara disappear through the crowd, her shoulders tight, her stride clipped, every movement steeped in tension. Whatever words had been exchanged weighed heavily on her.When I turn back, my eyes fall on Kael and little Selene. Their expressions mirror her unease, shadows clouding their young faces where brightness should have been.“Papa, can you get us something to drink?” Kael’s voice breaks the silence, soft yet tinged with anticipation. I cannot stop the smile that pulls at my lips. His gaze—wide, amber, and earnest—pulls me decades backward. He looks so much like Damon once did, back when those same amber eyes belonged to a boy full of wonder. Only Kael still wears the dimples his father has long outgrown.“Of course, sweetheart. What would you like?” I ask, my voice gentle.“Banana milkshake!” Selene squeals, her excitement bubbling over like a song. Her little voic

VELARA'S POVThe soft hum of chatter and the clinking of glassware greeted me as I stepped into the restaurant. In my hands was a neat stack of name cards, which I quickly passed to one of the waitresses. With practiced efficiency, she darted away, weaving gracefully between tables, setting each card in its rightful place according to the carefully planned seating chart.The faint sound of approaching footsteps drew my attention. Damon emerged from the kitchen, the dim light glinting off the black suit that fit him like it had been tailored to his very skin. A garment bag was slung casually over his broad shoulder, but it was his smile that caught me. Effortless, commanding, it made him appear all the more magnetic, and as always, dangerously handsome.Across the room, Kael was already dressed for the occasion. His laughter echoed warmly as he knelt beside Selene, entertaining her and a handful of other children who had arrived early, their giggles spilling through the air like little

VELARA'S POVThe evening was finally winding down, and with it came a fragile sense of calm. The earlier chaos had dissolved into hushed conversations and the quiet scrape of chairs as people began to leave. The air smelled faintly of extinguished candles and spilled wine, reminders of the long night that had stretched on far too long. My body ached from the hours of standing, every step a reminder of how heavy the day had been, and my feet throbbed in protest against the polished floor. Despite the confrontation with my father that had threatened to unravel everything, the night had taken an unexpected turn for the better. Faces I had feared to meet had greeted me with warmth, and Damon had taken the stage with confidence, offering an official statement to the media before the guests finally drifted away. With that weight lifted, all I longed for now was the comfort of bed, the cocoon of sleep promising an escape from the strain that still lingered in my chest.Out of the corner of m

VELARA'S POVI looked at him with a firmness that came from deep within. “She was always watching you. You just never realized it. She kept her eyes on you your whole life. Do not let her memory be tarnished by watching you fall apart,” I whispered, pushing the letter into his hands.He hesitated, his fingers brushing over the envelope before he finally glanced down at the name written on the front. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice hoarse.“A letter from Lilith,” I explained softly. “It came in the mail a couple of weeks after her funeral, along with a few others.” I studied his expression as he slowly turned the letter over between his fingers, as if unsure whether he had the strength to open it. My chest tightened, and I shook my head before grabbing my bag from the counter. I started toward the door, ready to leave him with his thoughts.

DAMON'S POVThree hours earlierThe moment I wake, my mind is a storm of scattered thoughts. Velara is still resting quietly beside me, her breathing steady, but I resist the urge to disturb her peace. I turn to the side and notice the letter from my mother lying nearby. The memories of yesterday’s discovery in the storage shed weigh heavily on me, opening my eyes to the hardships she endured.When I was young, my father never once spoke ill of her. The only thing he would say was that she was an Omega and that he loved her. What he kept hidden was that she had refused to follow the traditions of our kind. He never once revealed she had been one of the first rogues, stripped of the land that once belonged to her people.For hours, I had dug through that old storage unit, uncovering the truth of her sacrifices. This entire city had once belonged to her family. My grandparents, hoping to secure a brighter future for their daughter, had sold portions of the land to different packs. They