All Chapters of The cruel alpha’s hired Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

CASSIAN’S POVThe fight became very fervent and so I watched Selena move sharply towards Hermoine, a fierce look on her face, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew she was capable, but this was madness. I was about to go after her when a hand on my shoulder stopped me.She was determined to do whatever she had in mind to do but I also had to make sure she doesn’t get hurt in anyway. I had to keep an eye on her for a moment but then I heard the loud voice from behind me. "My lord, we need to push forward!" one of my men shouted, dragging me back into the chaos.I nodded, my eyes never leaving Selena's back, and charged forward with my sword raised high. The sound of clashing steel, snarling werewolves, and the stench of blood filled the air. We fought our way through the pack, our movements fluid and deadly. She was serious about her things. She didn’t hand a sword but she just had to use her fist. Her eyes seemed focused on what she was doing that I was convinced she would make progres

SELENA’S POVBy the time I got up from the floor my eyes were red like I had been bitten by a deadly animal. Hermoine was on the floor in a pool of her own blood while Eleanor still held that sharp knife in her hand."You killed her" that was all that came to my heart as I watched her take in very short gasps like she was going to do it again and again if need be."She is a threat and she needs to go. This time we will have no pity on anyone who deserves to die*, she wasn't even joking with the words and for some reason I didn't think she was doing anything that would hurt us."This was definitely for your good, you absolutely have nothing to worry about". I could tell you for free in my heart that my sister felt like a beast to me. I could barely hurt a fly but there were piercing knives through people's guts like it meant nothing. She rolled Hermoine to one side and helped me up to my feet."I just want to be sure that she's dead because we don't want her surfacing to fight back for

CASSIAN’S POVI took a nap after a while. I was trying to bring my back to Peace. Struggle to keep myself down in one place just from seeing the scenes and blood and flesh ripped out. I could remember how I had struggled to keep the food that was eaten down in my stomach and night before so see myself being a comfort this morning made me realize that I really have to be able to overcome the trauma of war. I took a sitting position why my heart continued to wonder through everything that has happened. There’s no way I would have one on my own if not that I was giving heads up what is about to happen would be raided by hoodlums and assassins. Mr. Brother wasn’t joking. He said he was going to make me miserable and make me see my park go down and shit that was what he meant, but I took his words for granted until I saw the enemies. You can wait for people I have thought I’ve forgotten and suddenly remembered me in a fight. Indeed life was a crazy one. I blame myself for being so vulnerab

SELENA’S POVThe ritual has been fixed for today and somehow I felt very nervous about it because I know that every ritual I attend comes with I lay on the soft fells, cradle Ariel in my arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness wash over me. Cassian sat beside me, his eyes fixed on our newborn son with a mixture of wonder and adoration."The ritual," one of the Elders whispered, drawing our attention.Cassian nodded, his expression serious, and took Ariel from me. He curled him gently, his large hands supporting the baby's tiny body.I watched the lovely elders, three elderly women with kind faces, begin to prepare the ritual space. They lit candles, sprinkled herbs, and chanted softly in a language I didn't understand. This is something I have seen them do before but not just in my area. The ritual is something every child has to want to go whether royalty or not and I am glad that my child will be going through this ritual as a real child. If anyone told me tha

CASSIAN’S POVI sat in the grand council chamber, the weight of the night's meeting settling heavy on my shoulders. The air was thick with the scent of wood smoke and old parchment, a familiar comfort that did little to ease the tension in the room. The elders gathered around the circular table, their faces illuminated only by the flickering candles that cast shadows on the walls. My mate, I, stood at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on the intruders kneeling before us.The memory of the intruders' arrival still sent a shiver down my spine. They had come under the cover of darkness, their faces masked, seeking revenge for the death of their sister, a rogue werewolf who had threatened our pack. Lucas, our alpha, had taken her down, protecting our home and our people. But these strangers didn't see it that way. They saw us as monsters, responsible for the death of their loved one.My voice was steady, my words measured, as I addressed the intruders. "We understand your grief, but