Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna's Wrath: Reborn for Vengeance : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

MYRA/ SELENE I sank my teeth into the stranger’s hand—hard. But he didn’t flinch. Instead, his grip tightened as he dragged me backward, deeper into the shadows behind the thick velvet curtain. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled, my body twisting wildly in resistance.What the hell was he doing?The curtain swayed, brushing my cheek like a silent accomplice. And then… he let go. Just slightly. Enough for me to spin around, and then I saw him.My heart stopped.That mask… it slipped. And beneath it, I saw a face I never expected to see again.Alpha Gray.The same Alpha who had supposedly abandoned me. The one the Warden said had left without a word and ordered his Beta to inform Alpha Jace to kill me. My entire body went stiff, my chest rising and falling erratically as confusion flooded me like a tidal wave.Why was he here?I opened my mouth to ask, needed to ask, but before I could utter a

MYRA/SELENE “What do I do now?” My voice cracked in the silence. My hands trembled as I crouched beside him. “Could he be dead?”No. No, no, no. There was no way. He couldn’t be.“Hey! Get up!” I shook his shoulder, my voice desperate and rising. His body remained limp, unresponsive. Not even a flinch.Panic gripped my chest like a vice. My breath shortened. My hands flew to my head as I paced in tight, frantic circles. “Oh God… no, no!” The forest was closing in on me, the trees towering like silent witnesses to something I couldn’t undo.Then, footsteps. Fast, calculated. Not just one set. Multiple.The soldiers. They were still after us.I whipped my head around in terror, my eyes wide. I had to move. Fast. But how was I going to carry this man? He looked like a goddamn mountain, a high giant carved from stone. And me? I was a feather next to him.I looked down at him, his strong jaw slack, skin pale, lips s

REIDThe night air burned my lungs as I sprinted, each step pounding against the earth, carrying me closer to Martha’s home. My mind raced faster than my feet, thoughts of Gray twisting and crashing against each other.“Hold on, Gray… I’m coming,” I muttered through gritted teeth.Never would I have imagined myself racing like this, desperate, as if the world might collapse if I didn’t make it on time. Gray wasn’t just my Alpha. He wasn’t just my friend. To me, he was more, my brother, my family.I could still see that night so vividly. The memory flashed in my head like lightning. I was only a boy, broken, shattered after losing my family to rogues. I had nowhere to go. The late Alpha, Gray’s father, stood tall, his expression hard, his words harsher.“There is no room. He cannot stay.”I remembered the coldness in my chest at those words, the emptiness settling into my bones. But then Gray, just a boy himself, dropped to his knees in front of his father. His small fists clenched, h

GRAY The soft crunch of dried leaves beneath Martha’s sandals broke the silence as she bent to pluck another handful of herbs. I stood beside her, holding the basket that was already heavy with roots and green stems. My fingers tightened around the handle, but the weight that pressed down on me wasn’t from the basket. It was from her words.“Are you sure Myra is my mate?” My voice came out lower than I expected, rough, as though I had been holding back the question for too long.Martha didn’t look up. She stuffed another bundle of herbs into the basket and dusted her palms against her apron. “Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. “She’s not only your mate, she’s also your curse, and the only antidote to it.”I nearly lost my grip on the basket. My heart gave a violent jolt, and for a moment, the world tilted. “My curse?” I repeated, disbelief lacing every word.She nodded, her weathered face calm, her eyes sharp. “And your cure.”The words slammed into me harder than any battle wound ev

MYRA “Please… I beg you,” the words tore out of me, cracked and trembling. My hands pressed together so tightly my knuckles whitened, my nails digging into my palms. I had no other way left, no other weapon but my voice. My chest heaved as my eyes darted around the room, searching, praying for some miracle that Gray would know I was here. But how could he? He had no idea. And Reid… Reid was mad with fury. He meant every single word he had spat at me earlier.His expression was carved from stone, cold and unyielding, his eyes burning with suspicion that cut straight into me.“Talk if you want to be saved,” he snapped, his voice like a whip of its own. He raised a single hand, flicking his fingers at the warriors who gripped the cruel leather whips. My heart lurched as one man lifted it, the sharp edge about to lash into my skin, when Reid’s voice boomed again.“Stop.”The whip froze in the air, inches from my body. My lungs seiz