Todos los capítulos de MOONBORN: THE REJECTED MATE'S RISE : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Aria's POV I felt like I was sinking, my legs shaking. The mornings had grown quieter. Even the wind outside seemed to hold its breath when I stepped out into the forest behind the cottage. My belly had begun to swell only slightly, but enough for me to notice. Enough to make me feel like every eye, even the trees, could see what I was hiding.I didn’t go to the market anymore. It was too risky. I avoided the village paths, even when I was desperate for supplies. Elias started leaving things at the edge of the clearing herbs, dried meat, cloth, and I’d collect them at dusk like a thief in my own life.At night, I would sit by the hearth, hands on my stomach, listening. Not for a heartbeat. But for something… more. Sometimes, I swore I heard humming in my blood. Not mine but hers. The child. She was growing stronger. Wiser. Too wise for someone not yet born.One night, Elias came to my room. He didn’t knock, just stepped through the door like he belonged there. He was breathing hard,

Aria's POV.Kael was trying to say something as the wind outside howled like a wounded beast, rattling the shutters of the small healer’s cabin we’d hidden in. I held my daughter very tight and close, her tiny form wrapped tightly in a soft blanket. She was barely a few days old, but I could feel the energy pulsing from her even in sleep—like a heartbeat that wasn’t just hers, and I felt something greater in her.The moon hung heavy in the sky tonight—full and bright. A silver eye watching us from above. The Blood Moon had passed, but this one… this moon was no less strange.“Sleep, little star,” I whispered, rocking her gently. “Mama’s here.”And then it happened.A glow, soft at first, shimmered beneath her blanket. I pulled it back slowly.There, on her shoulder, just below her collarbone—the mark.I had seen it before, the night she was born. But now, in the moonlight, it came alive. The crescent shape burned with pale silver light, and lines of ancient runes spread like tiny rive

Kael’s POVI want to see my child. And I hadn’t meant to walk that kind of far.The morning was damp, the sky clear, like it hadn’t made up its mind about raining. My boots are not making any sound in the mossy surroundings. And there was something in the air—something that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I felt drawn, like a string tugged at my chest, leading me deeper into the woods behind the castle. I followed without thinking.Then I saw it.A pale blue shawl hung off a branch like a ghost’s hand. Torn, dirty, but unmistakable. I froze. My heart stuttered in my chest.“Aria,” I whispered gently and took a glance at her.I didn’t even realize I’d dropped to my knees slowly as my fingers trembled. I reached for it. The moment I touched the fabric, her scent rose like wild roses and something soft like sunlight in spring. My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe any longer.The guilt hit me like a punch to the stomach.Then I pressed the shawl to my face, and I saw her. N

Aria's POV Kael was still walking toward it. The sky was bleeding with shadows making the surroundings darkened, and the forest below rumbled like something had been woken too soon. I was in a confusing mood when I stood frozen, trying to refresh my memories, my breath caught in my chest, and I stared across the ridge where Kael had landed. At That moment, I thought it was a trick of the light. A dream, maybe. But my bond knew before my mind did.He was real.He had come.And he was walking straight toward whatever had crawled out of that tear in the sky.I didn’t sleep that night. The others returned to the inner post, but I stayed outside, watching the sky, my heart beat increase than the wind.Elias tried to speak to me, but I shook my head.“I need space,” I said and frowned.He understood. He always did.In the morning, Dorian found me.He was pale and quiet, holding something wrapped in old, dark velvet. His hands were careful, almost reverent.“This came from the ruins,” he sa

Kael's POV I saw someone, but he died in my visions. The one whose blood soaked the Moon Queen’s blade.The one whose death once felt like justice. Now it felt like a warning.His voice was loud in my chest like a storm in a hollow cave. I stood there quietly as the golden-eyed shadow faded into the trees, leaving me cold and confused.I should have run away after it. But I just screamed loudly, and all I could do was fall to my knees and whisper, “What’s happening to me?” I asked, but no one answered.By dawn, I was moved to a small tent just beyond the Crimson walls.It wasn't quite a prisoner, and not quite free.My wrists weren’t bound anymore, but the eyes on me were much sharper than any chain. I could feel the guards watching even when they pretended not to.Cato was behind this. He didn’t trust me—and I couldn’t blame him.I didn’t trust myself either. As too many things didn’t make sense.I remembered too much. And still not enough.I had betrayed Aria. That much was true. B