Semua Bab Under Luna’s Curse : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Zara’s POVI don’t know how long I’ve been in love with Darren, the son of the Alpha of Mooncroft pack. Maybe since the first time he stood up for me in the training yard. Or when he gave me his jacket after a storm soaked me through. Or maybe it was that time he told me I wasn’t “just a wolfless Omega”, that I mattered.Lying beneath him now, with his body moving against mine, I felt like I was finally someone. His lips brushed against my neck, hot breath sending tiny shocks through my spine. His hands fondled my breasts gently, like I was a glass he didn’t want to break.“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, voice deep, “and so wet for me.”I bit my lip, trying not to moan too loudly. We were in the storage cabin near the river, our secret place. No one knew about us. No one would ever guess that the strong, fearless warrior who protected me from the bullies was also the man who touched me like this.“You’re the best, Darren,” I whispered, my voice barely heard.He smiled at me, that sam

Zara’s POVThe forest was quiet, too quiet. I’d walked for hours, walking through tall grass, jumping over fallen logs, and letting my legs carry me as far away from Mooncroft as they could. The pain from my bruises had dulled into a deep, throbbing ache. My feet were blistered, and I hadn’t eaten since morning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.Eventually, I reached a riverbank, far beyond any place I’d ever explored. I dropped my bag and crouched near the water, letting the cold wash over my hands. The reflection staring back at me didn’t feel like me anymore. My bottom lip was still swollen from Mira’s punch. My cheekbone was a faint shade of purple. And yet, I wasn’t crying.I was free. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. Half of me wanted to scream into the night, to cry until my chest emptied of every heavy thing it carried. But the other half, the stubborn, broken part wanted to turn back. Not to beg. Not to crawl back to the pack. No, that part of me wanted one thing.

Zara’s POVThe temple doors slammed open, sending a gust of cold wind through the hall and everyone turned.A group of students stepped in, dressed in deep blue uniforms. Their boots matched against the stone floor as they walked in tight formation, their heads high, and their backs straight. With everything they are exuding, no doubts, they are pure humans.They didn’t carry the wild energy of werewolves or the weird grace of witches. But somehow, they felt just as powerful. Maybe even more.At the front of the group was a boy. He looked only a few years older than me, with sharp cheekbones and perfectly styled dark hair that framed a face too flawless to ignore. Calm and collected, like nothing could shake him. His presence pulled the room toward him like gravity.“Fighting is forbidden in the temple,” he said, his voice even and firm. “That rule applies to everyone.”Mark’s hand dropped from where he’d been about to swing at me again. He looked away like a guilty child caught in t

Zara’s POV“Everyone, fall back to your hostels,” Mistress Kyenna said, her voice sounding calm. “We’ll return tonight for the Awakening Programme.”She waited a moment, watching the crowd settle, then added, “We’ll start from the beginning.”The students around me exhaled with relief. Most had failed the first round, and they were happy to get another shot. They all burst into laughter as the lines broke. People relaxed, started talking again, walking back in small groups. But I couldn’t move.My eyes had already found him. Ronan.He stood like he belonged at the center of the world. Head high, jaw tight, eyes sharp like he saw too much. Even from across the room, I could feel it.That was when it hit me again. There was a shift under my skin, which was a flicker if heat in my chest. My wolf that I never felt in my life moved. The bond formed before I could think, which revealed that both Ronan and I are mate. I felt it like a thread tugging between us, it was real and undeniable. H