All Chapters of Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyara Wolfborne's POV Night had fallen when I opened my eyes for the second time that day. The air in the room still smelled of herbs and medicine. I recognized the smell—calming and pungent at the same time, like a reminder that I was not yet fully recovered. The curtains were left half open, allowing the moonlight to filter in and dance softly on the marble floor. “How many days have I spent lying in bed?” I tried to stand up, my legs feeling weak. I approached the scattering of stars in the night sky, which for some reason felt like I hadn’t seen in ages. Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the soft rustle of the night breeze and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I leaned my body against the wall, placing my weight there. Each breath felt heavy, but my body obeyed slowly. My gaze shifted to the large mirror in the corner of the room. My hair was messy and disheveled. My face... the right side looked darker, rougher. The scar. The mark of the curse. The mark that

The morning sun peeks through the thin curtains in our room, bringing with it the scent of dew and freshly brewed herbal tea. The breakfast table on the private balcony is beautifully set, with neatly rolled smoked meat and wild mushrooms, toasted wholemeal bread, and freshly cut fruit. Warm steam rises from the golden-hued herbal tea in the white porcelain cup. Alpha Aric sits across from me, looking at me with a smile in his eyes. "It seems I have to feed you, since you're more focused on staring at me than eating," he teases softly. I just raised my eyebrows and took a bite of meat. "I'm analysing... whether Alpha Aric is sweeter than this jam." He laughed lightly, his voice like the tinkling of crystal glass warming the morning air. "In that case, make sure you don't get addicted." We finished breakfast in a peaceful atmosphere, filled with light-hearted banter and small habits that had somehow become so natural over time. His hand would occasionally pick up a piece of meat

The sound of rain washing against the bedroom window was like a soft, endless lament. In the quiet, dimly lit room, breath hung suspended in the air. The tip of the silver knife was still pressed against her chest, and the hand holding it began to shake violently.“Goodbye, my second life.” Lyara closed her eyes.But before the silver knife could reach its target, a forceful push sent it flying. The sharp object was hurled far away, crashing into the side of the wardrobe with a piercing, heart-wrenching clang.“No… Lyara, no!”Alpha Aric stood there, his face filled with fear. His breath was labored from his hurried run, his eyes wide as he watched the woman he loved most nearly vanish from his life.  But Lyara didn’t give up. With her last ounce of strength, she tried to crawl toward the knife. Her hand reached out, but before she could grasp the handle, Alpha Aric’s body had already wrapped around her from behi

"What are you doing right now?"My question stuck in my throat as Alpha Kaelen bowed deeply, his knees touching the dusty ground between the quiet side streets. The bustling sounds of Moon Market slowly faded from my ears, replaced by the increasingly loud beating of my own heart. The morning breeze gently caressed my face, carrying the sweet scent of honey cake from the vendor's tent, as if urging me to stay calm.  "I came... not as Alpha today," he said softly, his voice heavier than usual. "I came as someone who has lost something precious—someone too foolish to understand when there was still time."  I restrained myself from sighing heavily. My hands clenched at the sides of my robe.  "You don't need to recite poetry in front of me, Alpha Kaelen. Just get to the point," I said flatly.  He lifted his face. There was a striking honesty there, unlike usual. No shield, no pride. Just an admission that laid bar

The morning air felt colder than usual. The gray sky hung low, as if harboring secrets yet to be revealed. Tavien waited for me in the palace courtyard, wearing a field cloak and high boots, ready for the long journey. He would accompany me for most of today's journey before returning to his other duties. Dew still clung to the leaves as we drove along in the patrol pack's light armored vehicle, its wheels cutting through the still-wet dirt path. I sat in the backseat with Tavien, while two guards sat up front with the driver. The vehicle moved steadily through the forest, though it occasionally had to slow down when crossing large tree roots protruding from the ground. It was my duty as Luna to maintain the pack’s stability—and this time, I was doing it for a slightly more personal reason.The foul smell I had detected yesterday still lingered in my memory. I couldn’t ignore it. That’s why I had gone out into the field myself, exploring e