บททั้งหมดของ LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Keira’s POVThe guards came at dawn. Their boots stomped through the quiet, shattering the fragile peace I’d clung to in my cold, barred room. The door groaned open, and before I could stand, rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me to my feet.“Move,” one growled, his grip tight enough to bruise.Nylo hissed from the windowsill, his tiny claws scraping the stone. “Touch her again, and I’ll claw your eyes out!”The guards ignored him, dragging me into the hall. My cloak trailed behind me, catching on the rough floor. I didn’t fight. Not yet. I needed to save my strength.The palace corridors blurred past—gray stone, flickering torches, faces of servants who turned away. Nylo darted after us, a small shadow flitting along the walls, muttering curses under his breath. I caught his eye, shaking my head slightly. Not now.They hauled me into the council chamber. The room was huge, all polished wood and high ceilings, with a long table where the council sat like vultures. Their eyes pin

Riven’s POVI watched her smile at him. That fragile, tired smile of always wanted her to show me, now tossed to Dax like he’d earned it. Like he deserved to hold her pain in his hands. My chest burned, jealousy twisting like a blade in my gut. From the shadowed corridor, I saw it all—Dax rushing to her side, his voice low and pleading, his hands reaching for hers. And Keira… she didn’t pull away. She stood there, letting him promise her safety, letting him believe he could protect her from this palace, from my father, from me.My jaw clenched so hard it ached, my teeth grinding as rage roared through me. Every muscle screamed to move, to tear Dax away from her, to make her see me instead. But I stayed rooted, hidden in the dark, watching as the guards locked her back in her chamber and Dax slipped inside after her. The door shut, muffling their voices, but I could still hear the echo of his promises. Promises he couldn’t keep. Promises that should’ve been mine.I turned, my boots sl

Kai’s POVThe moon glowed bright tonight, hanging low like it wanted to touch the earth. It should’ve been beautiful, something to make you stop and stare. But all I could see was Keira. She stood in the center of the ritual circle, her eyes lit up with this eerie blue light, like fire trapped in ice. Her skin seemed to shimmer, and there was something old, something scary, moving through her, like she wasn’t just a girl anymore but something bigger. Something unstoppable.My wolf went wild inside me, clawing at my chest. Mate. The word hit me hard, over and over. I grabbed the armrest of my throne so tight I heard the wood crack under my hands. No. I couldn’t let that thought in. Not now. Not when everything was falling apart.This circle wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was meant to crush her, to show everyone—the packs, the elders, my father—that Keira, the cursed Omega girl, didn’t belong here. It was supposed to prove she was weak, that she couldn’t stand against us. But inste

Keira’s POVThe sky was still black when I woke, no hint of gray softening the edges. My body screamed with every movement—limbs heavy, ribs tight, throat so dry it burned to swallow. But the ache inside me, buried deep under bone and breath, was worse. I sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp stab shot through my side. The healer had told me to rest, said the moon’s pull from the ritual circle had torn through me, left my body weak and fraying. But rest didn’t help. It only made the pain louder, let the memories creep in. I couldn’t lie still and let them win.Nylo stirred at the foot of the bed, his tiny paws rubbing at his eyes. “It’s not morning yet, Kiki,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “Lie back down.”“I can’t,” I whispered, grabbing the worn cloak beside me. “I need to move.”“You need to heal,” he said, his wings twitching as he sat up.“I need to survive,” I shot back, my voice harder than I meant.He didn’t argue this time. His little eyes softened, and he floated up t

Keira’s POVThe sun burned high above, scorching the arena like it wanted us to burn with it. I stepped onto the cracked ground, dust swirling around my boots, the crowd’s roar hammering in my ears. My heart pounded—once, hard, then again, steady but fierce. I kept moving, shoulders squared, chin lifted, my body screaming but my will stronger. This was it. The final trial. The last chance to prove I wasn’t the broken thing they all thought I was. Since I and Alia had somehow managed to get to the very last round with minimum points separating us, they thought it would be perfect for us to fight..Yeah, fight. The air stank of sweat, blood, and something older—something ancient that had watched too many people bleed and fall in this place. Across the arena, Alia stood gleaming in gold armor, the sunlight catching it in sharp flashes, like she was daring the world to look away. Her lips curled in that smug smile, her hair twisted back perfectly, not a strand out of place. She looke