Lahat ng Kabanata ng Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Earlier that day.The sky split open.It wasn’t lightning this time.It was her scream.Kyla’s scream pierced through me like a dagger made of fire and moonlight. My heart stopped. My wolf snapped. The golden tether that connected us trembled—fractured—and I knew. She was dying.The moment her body collapsed in my arms, the magic in the forest shifted. The ground cracked beneath us, the wind howled, and from the shadows—They came.Misted creatures.Fog-like wraiths with no eyes but endless mouths. Twisted limbs. Long, dragging claws. Things that shouldn't exist in any era of life or death. Creatures born from ancient curses and trapped spells. This forest was their tomb, and we had disturbed it.But I didn't care.They wanted Kyla?They could try.They could die trying.I laid her down gently in the cabin, her body burning with a fever that was not mortal. Mr. Yellow was panicking, hopping up and down on the table like a fuzzy little war general. The cabbage squad was forming barrica

Kyla POV:Arriving at the Southern Territory was like flying into a dream. Or falling into the pages of a fairy tale—with a shirtless Alpha King as the flying carriage, naturally.From up here, tucked against Edric’s ridiculously warm chest (which I totally wasn’t enjoying), I had a bird’s-eye view of a kingdom that looked nothing like the cruel pack that once threw me out with a backpack and zero dignity.Below, the landscape unfolded in sweeping beauty.Pack villages dotted the valley like storybook illustrations—slate-roofed homes, children running, smoke curling from chimneys. Ancestral houses stood proud with moss-covered stones and carved totems marking ancient bloodlines. Small towns buzzed with life—bakeries, training fields, gardens, schools. A fortress loomed to the east, its high stone walls guarding the edge of the territory like a sleeping giant.To the right, nestled along the jagged cliffs, lay the Blue Moon Pack—my new people, my new family. Their buildings were carved

Two hours later, I stumbled out of the wax chamber like a defeated warrior. My skin? Silky. My legs? Dangerous. My soul? Shattered.“Was it worth it?” Clarence asked, inspecting me.I stood tall, chin high. “Absolutely not. But I look expensive now, so I guess I forgive you.”By the time we returned to the castle, I felt like a freshly minted gold coin.Smooth. Glowing. Worth a small nation.And absolutely ready to demand pajamas and pudding.Spa hours, my friend, are no joke.They are not relaxing.They are full-on combat with beauty as the battlefield.And I?I survived.Waxed, polished, and reborn like a sparkly phoenix from the ashes of body hair and sass. Private carriage. Guards. Towels softer than moonlight. My skin glowed, my nails shimmered, and even my aura felt like it drank holy water and said “I’m back, peasants.” Mr. Yellow returned with a tiny robe and demanded a tiara. I promised to look into it.By the time dinner rolled around, Clarence had shoved me into a deep blu

IN MY SUITE, STILL SPARKING WITH RAGE AND COFFEE-FUELED NERVESI stormed into the living room of my suite like a thundercloud in heels.My red velvet gown flared behind me like the cape of a slightly unhinged superhero, and honestly? I looked fabulous while internally combusting.Nerves? Shredded. Heart? Slamming like war drums. Energy? Like I just snorted ten Red Bulls, an espresso shot, and a questionable moonstone.I was pacing so hard, I think the enchanted carpet started whimpering.Knock.The door opened with the subtle drama only King Edric Moon could pull off. Tall. Calm. Too gorgeous for his own safety. Shirt half-unbuttoned because of course it was. And those golden eyes—still glowing faintly from the council carnage.He stepped in and said, softly, “Are you okay?”Oh no, he didn’t.“Am I okay?” I spun, hands flailing like I was about to summon a lightning storm. “You decapitated someone, Edric!”“I warned him.”“That’s not the point!”“You’re shaking.”“That’s not—” I paus

ALDRIAN’S POV Windsor Pack, Midnight – Shadows of Ash and VengeanceThat night, the moon hung low—like it pitied me. A traitorous light casting down on the dying bones of the Windsor Pack.The once-bustling village square was now a ghost town. The humans that once coexisted with us? Gone. Shops? Boarded up or burned. Farms? Ashes, some still smoking from the last border raid. And the scent—goddess, the scent—reeked of fear. Of death. Of failure.Parents smuggled their pups to neighboring packs under cover of darkness. Warriors deserted. Elders prayed louder than they planned. We weren’t just broken.We were forgotten.Less than half of our original numbers remained. And I was still here. Cursed. Chained. Helpless.But not for long.I stood alone in the shattered chapel on the cliffside, staring into the flickering blue flame of a cursed candle. The summoning rune beneath me glowed crimson, biting into my skin like teeth.Then the air changed. The shadows twisted.And she arri