Lahat ng Kabanata ng CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Aurelia's point of viewMy mind was nowhere near the chamber I stood in. It was out there in the library, wrapped around Silas like a second skin, wondering if he’d managed to gather the pages we needed, if he’d slipped past the guards, if the shadows of this cursed palace hadn’t swallowed him whole. Every laugh from Damien grated my nerves raw, every smirk twisted the knife deeper.I had tolerated enough.I rose from the chair, pushing it back with a deliberate scrape across the polished floor. “I should return,” I said, keeping my voice level. “The pups might wake and be startled not to find me in the room.”Damien’s lips curved in that infuriating way of his, a smile without warmth, amusement laced with cruelty. He leaned back in his chair as though my words were some charming jest. “If you were my chosen mate, Aurelia, you wouldn’t have to concern yourself with waking pups or nursing them. You’d have maids doing that for you while you enjoyed the life you were meant for.”My blood

Silas's point of viewSeeing Aurelia move like that, like she bent but unbroken, it cut me deeper than any wound I had carried into battle. She wore exhaustion like armor and still walked into the fight. Her jaw set, shoulders squared; she took the lead because she could not stand idle while a man in a palace decided the fate of our children. The sight of her stirring through the night, tracing brittle pages and piecing together an enemy’s history, made my blood boil with shame that I had let suspicion wedge between us in the first place.She never asked for pity or help. She only asked for results.The next morning the sun barely edged above the palace roofs when a messenger bowed at my door. I could feel Aurelia’s name on his tongue before he said it; Gods, how that man loved formality. “Alpha Silas,” he breathed, voice too careful for my liking. “The Alpha King requests your presence.”I tightened my cloak, smoothed my face, and went. The corridors smelled of incense and polished s

Silas's point of viewAurelia’s breathing had slowed by the time I slipped from our chamber. The steady rise and fall of her chest should have been rest enough to let me stay, to sleep and dream of simpler things. But peace was a luxury we could not afford. The war that had been threading itself through our lives for years was finally knotting into something sharp and present. I had cards to place, and I would not let the table be turned by kings and witches.The dungeon gate clanged open when I arrived. The guards bowed with that brittle politeness that men use to hide fear.Roderick sat on the cold floor with a comfort the place did not deserve. He had been practicing some foolish symbols on the stone, scratching lines that no living superstition should encourage. He didn’t bother to turn when I entered. His chuckle slid out into the stale air like a rotten thing. “Come to check on the dog, have you, Alpha?” he mocked, without heat. “Or did you come to ask how long until he stops ba

Silas's point of viewDalton set the sealed envelope on the desk as if it were a thing that could bite. The wax was stamped with Damien’s sigil, the curled wolf and crown with a polite threat pressed in red. My fingers hovered over it longer than they should have. There are letters that bring news and there are letters that bring orders wrapped in sugar; this one smelled of both.“Open it,” Dalton said quietly. He hardly ever ordered me, but when he did his voice carried the weight of men who had seen too much blood to be fooled by ceremony.I broke the seal. The paper crackled, the words precise and colder than bone. Damien’s hand, through his messenger, set the terms: Roderick was to be dead within two days. No excuses. No delays. Proof would be expected. The message was awful in its simplicity, a blunt instrument masquerading as protocol.I crushed the paper between my fingers until the edges cracked and the ink smeared like a wound. Then I dropped it into the brazier where the emb

Aurelia's point of viewI didn’t even make it halfway through the journal before my body betrayed me. The inscriptions had only just begun to bleed across the once-blank pages when a sudden wave of dizziness slammed into me. My head throbbed like a war drum, the kind that promised death at dawn. The blood I had spilled, it wasn’t much, just a droplet but the book had drunk it greedily, and now it was sucking the strength straight out of me.I swayed on my chair, clutching the desk for balance. The world spun. The lines of words blurred. My breath came shallow.The door creaked open and the nanny rushed in, her eyes going wide when she saw me.“Luna!” she gasped, hurrying forward. “What’s happened? You look pale as death!”I tried to wave her off, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just… a little tired. You know me. Always pushing myself too hard.”The nanny folded her arms, unconvinced. “That is not the look of someone who is fine. What were you doing?” Her eyes darted toward the journal sti