All Chapters of The Perfect Revenge Of The Luna Queen : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nyx's Pov The forest was still when I finally opened my eyes again.My body ached, my throat was raw from crying, and every part of me felt heavy, drained. For a long moment, I stayed there on the damp ground, staring up at the pale sky just beginning to brighten with dawn.I didn’t want to move, but I had to. I had left him.That guilt burned sharper than anything else. Caspian had been locked in chains, screaming in agony, and I had run. The memory clawed at me as I forced myself up onto shaky legs. My wolf wanted to turn back immediately, but my human heart feared what I would find.Would he still be alive?Would there even be anything left of him?The questions made my chest tight as I shifted and ran back through the forest, paws pounding against the earth. The house came into view slowly, its familiar walls casting long shadows across the grass.I shifted back before I reached the door, stumbling up the steps on trembling legs. My hand reached for the knob, but before I could o

Caspian's Pov Her lips were still on mine, soft and trembling, and I wanted to drown there forever. To keep her pressed against me, to keep the world outside locked away.But soon, reality clawed its way back.The curse. The cure. The unanswered questions that kept gnawing at me.She must have sensed my unease because she pulled away, her eyes searched mine and I could see guilt swimming there. My heart ached for her. She didn't know what she was looking for but she went anyway. I felt my heart skip a beat. We needed to find out what went wrong. I Hours later, we were seated in my office. The heavy oak desk separated us at first, but I quickly abandoned my chair, moving to sit beside her on the couch. I hated the distance that stretched between us now. Hated the way it reminded me of things I couldn’t control.She sat curled against the armrest, her expression troubled, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of her dress.“The cure should’ve worked,” she whispered, more to herself t

Nyx's Pov The room felt like it was shrinking, every wall pressing in on me as Liam’s small face lingered in my vision. His eyes. His soft voice. The way he whispered “Mama.” It was etched into me, carved into my soul so deeply it hurt to breathe. And then Kiera stepped forward. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, her smirk pulling at her lips like she had been waiting for this exact moment. “Well, isn’t this something?” she said with a shake of her head. “You are standing here, clutching another man’s hand, while your son looks at you with those sad little eyes.” She tilted her head, feigning pity. “How could you, Nyx? How could you be such a bad mother? You abandoned him.” Her words hit sharp, slicing through the fragile wall I had built inside myself. Rage boiled hot and violent. I scoffed, shaking my head as the laugh left me bitter and raw. “You dare lecture me about being a mother, Kiera?” I hissed, stepping closer, my eyes locked on hers. “You’re one to talk. Do

Caspian's Pov The house was too quiet. It had been like that since the moment Nyx shut the door in my face the night before. I had stood outside her room for hours, talking, apologizing, begging her to answer me. She hadn’t said a single word. I thought maybe she was asleep, but when I carried food up to her door the next morning, I knew she wasn’t. I had left the tray there and walked away, telling myself to give her space. Thirty minutes later, I passed by again and found that the food was untouched. Only the tea cup was missing. Relief had rushed through me at the sight of it. At least she had drunk something. At least she wasn’t starving herself out of anger or pain. But that relief had been thin. It didn’t last long. Because the truth was I had hurt her. I told myself I had done the right thing by keeping quiet, by not letting her know how badly I bargained to bring her here. I thought silence would protect her. I thought sparing her the weight of my sins was better than

Nyx's Pov Leaving Caspian was the hardest thing I had ever done. And to be honest, I didn’t want to. Every part of me wanted to stay. To run back to him, to tell him that I didn’t need words, that I would settle for his silence if it meant I could keep him. But another part of me knew better. If I stayed, I’d keep second guessing everything. I’d keep wondering if his silence meant he didn’t love me. I’d keep breaking myself against walls that might never come down. So I told myself the truth. I had to leave. That night, long after the lamps had burned low, I rolled my small suitcase out of my room. The sound of the wheels on the floorboards was too loud, too final. My chest hurt with every step. The guards in the hall looked at me, their eyes wide, but none of them moved. They only bowed their heads slightly, stepping aside as if they had been told not to interfere. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I paused in front of Caspian’s home office. The door was closed, but I