บททั้งหมดของ Torn Between Two Moons: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Akira's POVThe kitchen was weighed down with subdued heat, the fireplace crackling over the air full of warmth; with the heavenly aroma of fresh-baked bread from the next oven in between, with the pungent smell of the dried, salted meat leaning against the wall, and the pungent smell of roots and herbs, it was essentially one of the most joyful corners of the castle.I stood at the end of the long wooden counter making my way through the task of kneading dough, with hands now sticky and flour-covered. The air was warm and heavy, heavy with steam and the tittle-tattle of the other maids fawning about so very rudely."Hear what?" Maren sliced through the hushed gossip, barely containing her thrill as she stirred the stew in her pot. "Alpha Ryker literally pleaded with the Lycan King for help."A maid named Kira snorted. The wooden spoon slammed against the iron pot. "Groveled, you mean? I heard he sent a message last night-roughly around midnight, on his knees, nearly crying in it."La

The sun hung on the edge of the world, casting over it a soothing amber glow that filtered in past the towering great pines rimming the gargantuan grounds of the Emerald Pack.Soft thrum of water splashing and soft thud of wet tunic rubbing my hands accompanied me as I vigorously scrubbed these tunics with the stone basin. Knuckles sore, fingers numb from exposure to cold water. But I never slack. Not when I know that Kaidën will notice the slightest wrinkle or blemish.Wind whipped silver strands around my face, some clinging to my wet forehead as I attempted to flick them away with the back of my wrist. The pungent scent of pines and damp linen lingered in the air heavy. I steeled myself, focused on the task-until a gentle tap on the shoulder jolted me."Akira?"Familiar voice, warm.I turned around, letting out a breath that I hadn't even noticed I'd been holding. "Lyrien."He was behind me, sunlight glinting in his bronze hair and his amber eyes worried look on his face. His soft

Akira’s POVLyrein’s hand was still holding mine as the old healer motioned for me to step forward. His grip felt like a connection to something warm and steady — but as soon as I entered the healer’s chamber, everything changed. The air here was thick with the ancient scents of dried roots, crushed petals, and a bitter, metallic tang that seemed to cling to the walls like well-kept secrets.The healer moved ahead, pushing aside heavy curtains to reveal a stone table cluttered with jars — powders, dried leaves, and sparkling crystalline shards that shimmered with an odd light. At the center sat an old iron cauldron, its surface darkened from countless brews made long before.I focused on what I needed to do, trying to ignore the weight in my chest that felt like it might break my ribs.From behind me, Lyrein’s voice floated through the tension. “I’ll be right here. I promise.”He didn’t need to say anything; I could feel him there, his presence anchoring me while the healer pulled out

Akira’s POVThe hallways were dim and quiet as I slipped away from Kaidën’s chambers, my footsteps softened by the worn red carpets that felt like veins running through the heart of the Emerald Pack.I should’ve felt relieved. Kaidën was alive — because of me. But with every beat of my heart, a question hammered against my ribs: What did he mean by ‘traitor’? And why had Darius looked at me that way?I ducked into a quiet nook near the library, pressing my back against the cool stone wall. My breath fogged in the chilly air, and my fingers twisted together in my lap. I'd thought that surviving Kaidën’s wrath was the toughest part — but the shadows in this palace felt deeper than the forests surrounding it.I heard footsteps. A warm glow from a lantern broke through the shadows ahead. I straightened quickly, trying to smooth my hair, only to see Lyrien walking toward me. The moment his eyes met mine, relief washed over me, loosening the tension in my shoulders.“There you are,” he said

Akira’s POVThe dawn broke, but not in a gentle way.A sharp knock at the door yanked me from restless sleep. My eyes shot open to see Lyrien jolting awake in the armchair, his hand already on the dagger at his side. In the dim light of early morning, the fire had died down, but his gaze was intense — all Alpha, all menace.Sitting up, I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders as the door creaked open, and a guard stepped in, his face pale beneath the helmet. He bowed his head but couldn’t hide the quiver in his voice.“My lord… my lady… the King — he’s awake.”Everything in me turned to ice and fire at once.Kaïdën. Awake. Alive.And I wasn’t ready for this.Lyrien stood tall, his broad shoulders tense under the linen of his nightshirt. In just two strides, he crossed the room and touched my shoulder, his fingers warm and reassuring. “Come on. You need to see him before anyone else.”I should’ve felt relief, but instead, a sick feeling twisted in my stomach. Yes, I had saved