บททั้งหมดของ The cruel alpha’s hired Luna: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Cassian’s POVSelena bever showed us the surprise she said to had plannedI was curious but I had let it slide Sisi didnt seem to remember as well Coupled with its been like whatFour days after?But something felt… off.I noticed it first in the way she moved.Selena didn’t glide. She didn’t hum. She didn’t spare me a single glance.She simply movedShe moved in a way that seemed mechanical, efficient, like a maid going through motions she no longer found purpose in.She served breakfast wordlessly. Sisi chattered on as usual, stuffing her mouth with wolf-shaped pancakes, her legs swinging beneath the table. But Selena didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. Didn’t even tease when Sisi got syrup on her nose.“Mommy made my braid too tight,” Sisi declared dramatically, touching her head. “She said it’s warrior-style!”I looked at Selena across the table. “Did she now?”She didn’t look up. Just sipped her tea.Her face was calm. Too calm.The braid was neat. Her sleeves were rolled to the elbows

Selena’s POVI felt heavy.It wasn’t the kind of heaviness that went away with time. No. This one had roots. Deep ones. Tangled through muscle and memory. And it sat there… quiet. Waiting.I had dreamt of Cassian Rhe way his lashes rested on his cheekbones I hated that it almost looked gentle. That he almost looked… kind.Almost.But I knew better now.I knew what blood ran in his veins.My stomach twisted.Zevran’s face had haunted me for months etched into the walls of every bad memory I owned. But now… now I saw him again every time I looked at Cassian.Not exactly.Not quite.But enough.The sharp cut of their jaws. The set of their brows. The way their eyes flared when they were angry or amused. I used to think it was coincidence. The resemblance. The echo.It wasn’t.Stormblood.That was what the photo said.Cassian and Zevran. The Storm brothers.I could still feel the weight of that photo in my hand. Still see the jagged handwriting on the back in dark black ink, faded from

Selena’s POVThere was a new scent in the corridor.Not soap. Not food. Not even the faint wild clover that always Found their way in through the open windows in the morning.And it definitely didn’t belong to sisi and iThis was different.Sharp. Sweet. Floral—like pressed roses and crushed vanity.I stepped out of my room with a folded towel over my arm, blinking at the scent as it clung to the hallway like perfume with something to prove.And then I heard the laugh.Not Sisi’s. Not one of the maids’.It was… too smooth. Too polished. And it echoed like it had every right to belong here.I turned the corner and stopped short.She was tall, her blonde hair coiled in elegant spirals that fell like they were shaped by wind and handmaids. Her dress was silk—real silk—and crimson red. She was standing by the window, talking to one of the guards like she wasn’t a guest, but a returning queen.Her smile widened when she saw me. But it wasn’t friendly.“Oh,” she said, voice warm and ice-col

Selena’s POVTye furst day I came here I thought the walls were quietTurns out it takes living here to find out that they actually aren’t The walls of the palace weren’t as quiet as they pretended to be.They echoed.And rhe whispers? They were embedded in the stone walls and finding their way to my ears whether I wanted them or notNo matter how hard I tried to push it away.I didn’t mean to listen.Truly, I didn’t.But when I turned the corner and saw her—Julia—standing far too close to Cassian, with her perfectly painted mouth curved into a smile like she’d never stopped belonging here…Something in me paused.I stayed hidden behind the tapestry, breath caught in my throat.“I’ll only stay a week,” she said sweetly.Cassian nodded. “A week is fine.”My heart dropped.He was letting her stay.Of course he was.Then he added, almost too quietly for me to hear, “But don’t interfere with Selena or Sisi. That’s not up for negotiation.”Something tightened in my chest.He was…protectin

Cassian’s POV The rustle of leaves pulled me back.Sisi was digging her fingers into the dirt beside the roses, humming.“I want to pick one,” she said. “But only if you help. They have thorns.”I crouched beside her, watching her finger hover above a yellow bloom.“Why this one?” I asked.“Because yellow is Mommy’s favorite color. And happy. And it looks like the sun.”She looked up at me, squinting against the light. “Do you think Mommy’s sad?”My mouth opened and then closed.“Maybe,” I said finally.“Is it ‘cause of Aunt Julia?”My spine went rigid.“I don’t like Aunt Julia,” Sisi addedShe had mentioned it barely 4 hours ago And with the way she lookedI could tell she was hurt and that was the last thing I wantedNot after the number of years it took us to get her to speak again.. “She talks too loud and always pulls my hair when Mommy’s not there. I told Kimiko but she said to be nice because she’s a guest.”Something ugly twisted in my gut.“What do you mean she pulls your