บททั้งหมดของ Reclaiming His Fated Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

RAVENI slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed face-first into the bed, the ache in my limbs deeper than just fatigue. My breaths were uneven, my skin prickling as the memory replayed again, Kieran's eyes locking on mine, his brows furrowing like something was clawing its way back into his mind.“Shit,” I muttered into the pillow, flipping over and staring at the ceiling. “He almost remembered.”The thought alone made my heart stutter. That could’ve been bad- no, disastrous. I wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready.“He can’t know. Not yet. Maybe not ever.”I sat up slowly, dragging my hands through my hair. His voice had been too soft, too curious, too familiar."Vee?" he had said earlier, his head tilted just so. "You… look like someone I knew. A long time ago."And I laughed. Too hard. Too sharp."Must’ve been someone else. I have one of those forgettable faces." I’d tossed the words over my shoulder, ignoring how his gaze had lingered, how his lips had parted as if he didn’t believ

KIERANThe sting of the salve didn’t bother me anymore. I’d grown used to tending my wounds—alone. My chamber smelled of crushed herbs and smoke, the metallic scent of blood faint beneath layers of eucalyptus and thyme. I pressed a cloth to the gash across my ribs, hissing softly.The door burst open."Where the hell were the guards?" Dorain’s voice cracked like thunder, his boots echoing against the stone floor."How does an attack of that scale happen without anyone noticing?!"I didn’t look up. "Dorain—""And Lucian’s rogues, no less?" he barked, whirling on the guards standing outside the door. "We let them in. We let them in! And now one of our own is nearly—""Enough." My voice came out low but firm. “Stand down. Close the door.”The guards hesitated, glanced at each other, and then obeyed. The heavy wood clicked shut behind them.Dorain paced like a caged beast. His fists were clenched, jaw tight, eyes burning with something close to betrayal. I could see the muscles twitching

RAVEN “You cannot break me like this, Kieran. You will not do this to me. Right? Right? Kieran, please answer me!” My voice cracked, raw from screaming, but I didn’t care. I struggled against the warriors’ grip, my body weak but fueled by desperation.Mother’s eyes locked onto mine, filled with regret and resignation. I shook my head no. It wasn’t over, not now. I still needed her, so much but she was gone just as I watched the blade come down…I screamed, jacking up awake as sweat covered every inch of my body. Was it a nightmare or not? It happened in real life and as I sat there, trying to reign down on my emotions, I closed my eyes for a bit, remembering the look in my mother’s eyes as the blade came down on her, severing her neck cleanly. It was a memory I would never forget, a memory that told me that there were so many things I needed to fight for, needed to stand my ground on but at the same time, the fear of what Kieran, or worse Lucian, would do to me rattled me to my bones

RAVEN Over the next few days, Selene started getting better. Slowly. Bit by bit. It wasn’t anything dramatic, just subtle changes. She didn't whimper when she sat up anymore. Her eyes stopped looking like storm clouds all the time. Her voice, once raspy and paper-thin, had started gaining some of that old steadiness back.I checked on her routinely. Not because I cared, of course. God, no. It was just... something to do. A box to tick off every morning and evening. I brought her water, made sure her painkillers were on time, sometimes even reminded her to eat. She’d glance up at me with that hollow gratitude in her eyes, the kind that made my skin crawl. Like I was some kind of savior. As if we hadn’t both come out of the same war — except she was the one holding the damn torch while I burned.One evening, I found myself sitting by her bedside, again. It was dark outside, the kind of pitch-black that made everything feel more intimate than it should. I leaned back on the chair, arms

KIERAN“She’s gone,” Dorian muttered, eyes fixed on the door that Vee had just walked out of. His tone was calm, but I could feel the weight of everything behind it.I didn’t say anything. I could still hear her footsteps fading down the corridor, and all I did was lean forward, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it had answers I didn’t.“She knows everything now,” Dorian said, turning to face me fully. “Every damn thing we’ve been planning for weeks. Our entry points, the decoys, the timing. Kieran…” His voice dropped, sharper.“Tell me we can trust her.”I looked up at him, and I didn’t say yes. I couldn’t lie to my beta. “I don’t know.”His jaw clenched. “You don’t know? Then why the hell did you let her sit at that table? Why give her the map? The intel? You knew she’s a rogue—”“I know exactly what she is,” I cut in, voice low but steady. “I’m not blind.”He paced. “She has no loyalty to us, no ties. We’ve all seen how she moves like she’s always halfway out the door.