Lahat ng Kabanata ng LUNAR BONDS: WHEN FATE DEFIES HIERARCHY: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

DAISYGrandma looks at me with tears glistening in her eyes, a lifetime of carefully guarded secrets reflected in their depths.I instinctively move back, pressing myself closer to Damian's solid presence behind me, seeking his warmth and strength."You've grown so much," the woman says, her eyes drinking in my features as if memorizing every single detail."You've become such a beautiful young woman. I couldn't be there to watch you grow up, to see your first shift, to help you through your first heartbreak, and I'm so incredibly sorry." Her voice cracks and she takes a shuddering breath before continuing. "An apology won't change the past or undo the pain we've caused, but I am sorry... my daughter.""No," I shake my head violently, the word tearing from my throat like a physical wound."No way. You're not my mother. My mother wasn't like this. You don't look like my mother." But even as I deny it, I know I'm lying to myself.She looks exactly like the woman in the few faded photogr

DAISYGrandma bursts into tears, the sound breaking my heart despite my anger.Damian remains by the door, respecting that this is a family matter even though I can see the deep concern in his dark eyes."I was deprived of you too," my father says, his voice thick with emotion."I saw you only once after you were born. I wanted to kill them all to get you back." He gestures toward my mother. "Look at your mother—her pain is enough. Look at Grandma as well. Please, try to understand."His plea only fuels my anger, making it burn hotter in my chest."And what about Grandpa who died protecting me? Will your apology bring him back?" I demand tears threatening to spill over. "Grandma's best friend died while you two were in hiding, never bothering to interfere!"I look to Grandma, expecting her to agree with me, to share my outrage. Instead, she smiles sadly and slowly stands from the bed, her hospital gown hanging loosely on her frail frame."Your grandfather prepared himself to die for y

DAISYI nod numbly and follow him to the car, my legs moving mechanically as if on autopilot.I climb into the back seat as he gently lays Melissa beside me, arranging her so that her head rests in my lap.Her blood immediately begins to stain the cream-colored leather upholstery, but Damian doesn't seem to care.He slams the door shut and jumps into the driver's seat, starting the engine with a roar."Keep pressure on the wound," he instructs, his eyes meeting mine briefly in the rearview mirror.The intensity in his gaze anchors me, pulling me back from the edge of panic."We'll be at the hospital in five minutes." He assures me.Damian drives with focused intensity, taking corners at speeds that would terrify me under normal circumstances.Under different circumstances, I might be terrified by his driving but right now, all I can focus on is Melissa's shallow breathing and the blood continuing to seep from her wound."The hospital is just ahead," Damian says with his voice cutting

DAISYA collective sigh of relief fills the hallway.The weight on my chest lightens slightly at the news that Melissa will survive.Alpha Alva pushes past the doctor to enter his daughter's room, followed closely by his wife."Thank you, doctor," Alpha Marcus says formally. "We appreciate your expertise and discretion in this matter."The doctor nods in understanding of the subtext. This incident is to be kept quiet, at least for now.Werewolf politics demand discretion, especially when multiple powerful packs are involved.I watch as Damian pulls Alpha Alva aside when he emerges from Melissa's room and begins speaking to him in hushed tones.Their conversation seems intense but not hostile.Damian's body language is respectful but firm while Alpha Alva's initial anger appears to be giving way to reluctant consideration.At the same time, my father approaches me, his expression serious."We need to talk," he says firmly but low enough that only I can hear him.My instinct is to refus

DAISYThe Council.The name alone sends chills racing down my spine, raising goosebumps along my arms."Are they here for me?" I whisper, dread pooling in my stomach, making me feel physically sick.My hands start trembling and I clench them into fists to hide the weakness."Does this mean Melissa told them?" The thought of Melissa's betrayal stings but not as much as the fear of what it might mean for everyone I've come to care about.Catherine doesn't answer, her eyes fixed on the intimidating figures like she's hypnotized by their presence.I look at Damian, who stands tall and unafraid before the Council members.His posture shows no nervousness or worry, only a calm readiness that I've come to associate with his Alpha nature .His shoulders are squared, his chin lifted in subtle defiance.His father moves forward to stand beside him. These are two generations of Alphas presenting a united front to this threat.I reach out through our mate bond, desperate for reassurance, for any