All Chapters of Torn Between Two Moons: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kaidën’s POVThe palace guards showed up almost immediately, their faces ashen and their eyes wide with shock. I silenced their questions with just one look. They weren’t ready for the truth, none of them were.“Burn them,” I said firmly. “Leave no traces. Not a single whisper.”The men hesitated, their gazes lingering on the faint crimson mark still glowing on Akira’s wrist. I stepped closer, lowering my voice into a growl that echoed through the hall. “Now.”They sprang into action.Akira stood there, tense, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. I could feel the turmoil inside her—fear, guilt, anger—everything tangled together like barbed wire. She hadn’t meant to unleash that kind of power. But she did.And it had saved us.I reached out and touched her arm gently. She flinched but steadied herself when she realized it was me. Her emerald eyes met mine—wide and uncertain.“They won’t stop,” she whispered. “The council, Ryker… all of them. They’ll tear us apart from the insi

Kaidën’s POVThe alarm pierced the night, sharp and relentless. I burst out of my chamber, my cloak billowing behind me, every instinct screaming for battle. The hall was thick with the scent of steel, sweat, and fear as my guards rushed to me.“Report!” I demanded.One of the warriors skidded to a stop in front of me, panting hard. “Alpha—enemies at the east gate. Wolves—dozens, maybe more. They don’t have a crest or a banner.”Rogues.That word ignited a fire in my veins. Rogues never organized or marched in numbers unless… someone was leading them.“Raise the outer defenses,” I commanded. “Archers on the walls. Have the shifted wolves on standby.”“Yes, Alpha!”I turned and saw Akira at my side. Her silver hair shimmered in the torchlight, and despite the chaos, her eyes were calm. She should’ve been scared, hiding in her chambers, but instead, she stood firm, ready for the storm.“You shouldn’t be here,” I growled.“I won’t hide,” she replied with conviction. “If I’m your queen, t

Kaidën’s POVThe battlefield was pure chaos, but my attention was locked on one thing—her.Akira was shaking in my arms, her skin glowing with a silver fire that danced like a living brand. Every instinct told me to pull her away from the cursed power she wielded, to drag her back into the safety of the palace, but that safety was gone. Not for her. Not for any of us.The goddess had sunk her claws in deep, and I could only watch as she tried to claim what belonged to me.I had encountered power before—men who craved it, beings who drowned in it—but this was something else. It was divinity bleeding through mortal flesh, a fire too intense for anyone to contain. Yet here was Akira, small and trembling, her eyes glazed over with the burden of something she should never have had to bear.Above us, the storm raged, lightning slashing through the sky. Each bolt mirrored the fire building inside her, and the more she struggled to keep it contained, the more it pushed to break free.Her voic

Akira’s POV The hallways of the Emerald Pack palace unfolded before me like a maze, shadows gathering in the corners where even the flickering torchlight seemed hesitant to linger. My footsteps echoed softly, but that barely masked the storm brewing in my mind. The envelope felt hot in my palm, as if it were alive, practically begging to be opened and to reveal truths I wasn’t sure I wanted to face. Each step seemed to weigh heavier, like the entire kingdom of Kaidën was pressing down on me. Behind me, his presence was like a silent thunderstorm. He hadn’t uttered a word since we left the council chamber, but I could feel him there. The warmth of his aura pressed on my back, commanding and restless, impossible to ignore. Finally, I stopped and turned to him. “You’re pacing me like a wolf on the hunt.” His blue eyes fixed on mine, sharp and unwavering. “Maybe I am.” The honesty in his response caught me off guard. “Do you even hear yourself?” I snapped, thrusting the envelope in

Akira’s POV Ryker's laughter still echoed in the room, lingering like a ghost that wouldn't just fade away. The faint smell of iron hung in the air—Kaïden’s fury lingering like blood. I was rooted to the spot, my hand still buzzing from where I had stopped him by touching his arm. His muscles had felt like iron beneath my fingers, alive with a mix of violence, restraint, and something wild that frightened me even more than the prophecy itself. Kaïden hadn’t shifted from where he stood against the wall, his shoulders rising and falling heavily, fists clenched at his sides. His head hung low, dark hair casting a shadow over his eyes. In that moment, he seemed less like a king and more like a man battling demons that wouldn’t be controlled. “Kaïden,” I said gently. He looked up suddenly, his eyes blazing. For just a heartbeat, I caught a glimpse of the beast inside him—raw, unforgiving. But then it vanished, leaving behind just a man burdened by both a crown and a curse. “I lost c