บททั้งหมดของ Reclaiming His Fated Luna: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

LUCIANI hadn’t meant to follow the sound of the stream. Truthfully, I didn’t know why my feet carried me there. Maybe it was the pull of habit, the same restless instinct that had driven me for years…chasing shadows of someone I thought I’d never see again. But when I reached the edge of the clearing and saw her…I froze.Raven.She sat in the water, her back half-turned, her hair clinging to her damp skin. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think. It was her, yet my mind screamed it couldn’t be. Too many nights I had dreamed of this, and every time I woke up empty-handed.She moved as though she had known I was there all along. Her voice broke the spell.“Are you just going to stand there forever?”Her tone was casual, almost mocking, but my chest tightened at the sound. I swallowed hard. “Raven…”She turned then, her eyes locking onto mine, sharp and unflinching. My throat went dry. Gods, it was really her. And she looked at me like she was daring me to speak.“Lucian,”

SELENEI watched my brother from across the room, and my heart sank. He sat there with his elbows resting on his knees, his head hanging low, his usually fierce eyes dulled with something I had never seen in him before. Alpha Kieran…my brother who had always been so unshakable, so untouchable, looked like the weight of the world had finally broken his shoulders. I swallowed, hesitant, then softly said.“Kieran… talk to me. Please. Don’t just sit there in silence like this.”He lifted his head slowly, and the pain in his eyes nearly crushed me. “She chose him,” he said, his voice rough, almost bitter. “Of all people, Raven chose him. Lucian. My enemy. My rival. The one who has done nothing but try to ruin me from the beginning. And now she’s with him, Selene. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”I bit my lip, not knowing how to answer. “Kieran… I know it hurts. I know it feels like betrayal in every sense. But maybe Raven didn’t mean to hurt you. Maybe…”“Don’t defend her,” he c

RAVENI clenched my jaw as I looked straight into Lucian’s piercing eyes, refusing to let him read anything into my silence. He had that smug curve on his lips again, as though he thought he had me figured out, as though he believed all this tension between us meant something more. I refused to let that thought live a second longer.“Lucian,” I said sharply, the words cutting through the air like glass, “whatever the hell you’re imagining between us, it’s a bloody lie.”His brows arched slightly, but that smirk didn’t falter. “A lie, Raven? That’s an interesting choice of words. You don’t usually waste your breath if you don’t feel…”“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice rising before he could finish. “Don’t twist this into something it’s not. I don’t owe you softness, I don’t owe you affection, and I sure as hell don’t owe you love. If there’s even the faintest thought in that scheming mind of yours that this… whatever we’re doing here… could turn into anything romantic, then kill it. Right n

ROWENAI knew it the moment Kieran stopped meeting my eyes… things between us were never going to be the same again. There was a new distance there, sharp and cold, like he’d built a wall I couldn’t climb no matter how much I tried. And maybe I’d been fooling myself this whole time, thinking I still had a place in his world. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was an outsider now. The helper. The one they tolerated because I was useful… for now.I watched him from across the war room that evening, his attention fixed on the map spread across the table, Selene hovering close by his side. The way he spoke to her…soft, protective, careful — it made something twist in my chest. I remembered when he used to talk to me like that, when I wasn’t just another tool in his arsenal. But those days were gone. Whatever warmth we’d had had been buried beneath layers of suspicion, blood, and the kind of politics that left no room for trust.“Rowena,” he said suddenly, not even looking up. “Did you get

KIERANThey said truths and half-truths in the corridor until night bled to a darker night and still I could not sit. “Tell me everything,” I ordered, and the rider bent like a reed to spill it all: which roads were safe, which inns had a man with Lucian’s sigil under the floorboards, which of our own had shown curious sympathy. The list grew like a curse. Between each name I heard whispers… a name, a regret, an apology that came too late. I found myself asking the same question to each person who came near: “Did you see him?” Some shook their heads. Some said, “No, Alpha.” One of our older scouts, old Tomas, simply shrugged and told me in a voice as dry as rust, “He’s always been a shadow, Kieran. Still is.” “Then stop calling him a shadow and start calling him a hand,” I said. “A hand that’s going to choke the life out of everything I built if we let it.”Rowan tried to be the strategist I wasn’t in the way I wanted him to be… cool, calculating, like a blade waiting for the r