Semua Bab LUNAR BONDS: WHEN FATE DEFIES HIERARCHY: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CATRINI step into Melissa's house and I'm immediately hit by the overwhelming noise of music, laughter and shouting that seems to vibrate through my bones.The massive living room's packed with students from Lunar Crest, all dressed in their finest party attire, dancing and drinking as if tomorrow doesn't exist and consequences are just a myth.The air's thick with mingled scents of expensive perfumes, alcohol and the faint undercurrent of sweat that comes with too many bodies crammed into one space.Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the chaotic scene, their light reflecting off jewelry and the polished marble floors that probably cost more than most people's cars.I didn't want to attend her party. I never do, yet Dad insisted with his usual iron-clad reasoning."Attending Melissa's parties isn't optional," he told me earlier today, his tone leaving no room for argument as he adjusted his tie in the hallway mirror."The Grimspire family must maintain appearances." His eyes,

CATRIN'Go, Catrin,' my brother's voice sounds in my head, dismissive and firm.He doesn't look at me as he sends the thought, still focused entirely on Melissa.I don't argue.There's no point in making Damian angry and I've got no desire to stay with Melissa in this state.Whatever happened between her and her father is clearly something Damian needs to handle alone.I slip out of the room quietly, closing the door behind me with a soft click.The hallway feels cooler than Melissa's room and I take a deep breath, releasing some of the tension that had built in my shoulders.I return to the party, finding an empty table in a relatively quiet corner and sinking into a chair.The music seems even louder now after the tense quiet of Melissa's room.The bass vibrates through the floor and up into my bones as I watch the other students dancing, drinking and laughing.They're all oblivious to the drama unfolding upstairs. Their carefree enjoyment seems almost obscene in contrast to what I

CATRINHer usually beautiful face is completely twisted in fury. Her perfect makeup now marred by angry tears welling in her bright eyes.The composed and regal Melissa from just moments ago has completely vanished, replaced by someone raw, dangerous and utterly unpredictable.She turns sharply to the remaining party guests who are whispering frantically among themselves and shouts at the top of her lungs."The party's over! Everyone needs to leave right now!" Her voice cracks painfully on the last word, betraying the deep emotion she's trying so desperately hard to control.The sound echoes across the patio, harsh and broken."Melissa, please calm down," I say firmly, maintaining my grip on her trembling arm."Making a scene like this won't help anything at all." I keep my voice as low and steady as possible, trying desperately to de-escalate this rapidly deteriorating situation.She wrenches free with surprising and violent strength, her sharp nails leaving small, painful half-moon

DAISY"Why did you say that you suffer twice as much as my pain? Will you eventually reject me... Damian?" The words leave my lips before I can stop them.His name hangs in the air between us in a forbidden and dangerous way, like speaking a spell that can't be taken back.The weight of it feels almost tangible, like a physical presence between us in this dimly lit room.My heart races because I know I've crossed some invisible line by speaking his name so intimately.As soon as I say his name, Damian's entire body tenses like a coiled spring ready to snap.His shoulders stiffen and his eyes... those mesmerizing eyes that shift between amber and deep brown depending on his mood darken to an almost black hue that makes my breath catch.There's no warning before his hands slam down on the wooden table for the second time with such force that it splinters under his palms.The crack of breaking wood echoes through the room as the table collapses completely, legs giving way with a groaning

DAISYTwo wolves?!The thought is completely absurd. I've never heard of such a thing in any of the books I've read about our kind.Every werewolf has one wolf spirit and that's the natural order of things. It's been that way for centuries according to all the research I've done.'No way, that can't be right. How could... wait, could it actually be possible? Two wolves? Have you lost your mind?' I argue back silently, feeling ridiculous for even entertaining the idea.'Haven't you been paying attention? He's with Melissa and it's crystal clear she's his mate, right? Yet sometimes he's ready to rip everything apart, and other times he's calm as still water. What if there really are two wolves and each one's got their own mate? That would totally explain why he can stand us sometimes and acts like we're invisible other times.' Aru's theory is wild, however, there's a certain logic to it that I can't immediately dismiss.Could the rapid mood swings and the contradictory behaviors actuall