Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Cursed Mate : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

Kyle was silent for a moment, still standing by the table, his hands curled slightly at his sides. His breathing was steady, but the sharpness in his eyes hadn't dulled since Karissa left. How on earth had Sara known about Tamara? Sara, obvious to the turmoil in Kyle’s head, swallowed and asked again, more gently this time. "Why did you stop her?" He turned to her slowly. "I didn't want Karissa to do something she'd regret." Sara blinked up at him. “Regret? She looked ready to tear me apart. And it’s not like we’ve been best of friends.” Kyle nodded. “In the heat of rage, people do things they can't take back. And Karissa... she's already done enough damage in her life. I wasn't about to let her add another body to her list."Sara stared at him, confused.“But… what about me? Did I do something wrong? Why was she so upset?”Kyle didn’t answer. Instead, he walked toward her, his eyes locked on her face. There was a trace of anger in his expression.“You confuse me,” h

It was nigh time and the only source of illumination came from the flickering candles on the stone walls and a single lamp at the center of the long, narrow table. Thick maps and folders were spread out across its surface, each one marked with red ink, black dots, and hastily scribbled notes. Kyle preferred it this way. This was an ultra-secret task, so he preferred to do it this way. He stood at the head of the table, tall and silent, his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the map of their territory. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes shot daggers. He didn’t like what he was seeing. He didn’t like any of it and more than anything, he wanted to put a stop to it. Tran, his war chief, was pacing slowly to the side, his heavy boots hitting the floor with quiet thuds. Huntsman, Kyle’s oldest advisor and most trusted mind, was seated to his right, flipping through a worn leather folder with narrowed eyes. Beside the door stood Kyle’s personal guard, the man silent a

Sara took a step back, her glass trembling slightly in her hand. “No.” She said quickly, her voice firm. “I’m not available.” The man smiled, unfazed. He turned his head and took a step closer, closing the gap she had just created. “You’re really funny.” He said with a chuckle. “I like that. Keep the jokes coming.” She kept stepping back slowly, her heart beating fast in her chest. Her fingers itched to throw her drink in his face or break the glass over his head, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. “I don’t want to talk to you.” She said clearly, her eyes looking back to the crowd, hoping someone would intervene. He leaned in further, still smiling like he didn’t hear her. “Come on, don’t be like that. You’re clearly bored. Let me keep you entertained.” Sara opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, a strong hand slid around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly back. She gasped, startled, stiffening instantly, not daring to turn around. Then she heard the

The moment Kyle went back into the hall, the noise of the place swallowed him. He couldn’t believe what had happened, it sounded more like a prank than an actual thing. But it was not a prank. People were already whispering and giving him strange looks like he was already proven guilty. He felt the urge to throw them a dirty look but decided not to. Kyle walked straight toward the centre of the room, where a small crowd had gathered around the collapsed body of Lord Frazer. “Step away from him.” He commanded. They obeyed instantly. The body of the man was pale, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed and lifeless. This was terrible. How could someone had died at his event? Huntsman stood off to the side, and he couldn’t have looked more confused, and two other men stood guard, looking useless. Everyone looked shaken, but no one looked more furious than Kyle. “Alpha, we…”Kyle shot the speaker a glare, his eyes cold as ice, instantly silencing them.Then he tur