Lahat ng Kabanata ng Finding their Luna at an all boys school: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

The lunaI stormed through the dim corridors of the Ardent palace, my blood boiling like a cauldron over an open flame. Two days. Lucas had been gone for two whole days without a word, leaving me to handle the pack's whispers and the elders' prying eyes. As Luna, wife to the Alpha, I was supposed to stand tall, unbreakable, but inside, I was cracking. And now this—Mara, that sly witch with her dark spells and secretive smiles. I'd caught wind of her lingering in Lucas's chambers before he vanished, her scent mixing with his like some forbidden potion. An affair? With my husband? The thought twisted my gut, fueling a rage I'd buried for years.The guards had dragged her to the punishment hall at my command—a cold, stone room deep in the bowels of the palace, where screams echoed off the walls and blood stained the floors from past "corrections." Chains hung from the ceiling like iron vines, and a wooden post stood in the center, scarred from countless lashes. Mara was already there, bo

Cassidan I couldn’t believe it when the heavy iron door to my chambers finally creaked open. Five days, five whole days locked inside like a disobedient pup, with only a slot for food and Damon's muffled cursing through the wall to keep me company. He had gone quiet after the second day, probably pacing himself into exhaustion. The guard who unlocked the chains didn’t meet my eyes. “Alpha’s orders. You’re free.”Free. I snorted, rubbing the raw skin on my wrists, and stormed straight to Kael's wing, I was surprised to see that Elara was in there, lying on the bed. My joy knew no bounds when I found her. I rushed towards her, kneeling at her side. "Elara." I whispered, but she was asleep. I wanted to stay more at her side. Who had brought her in back?I stood up when I heard a familiar voice coming from downstairs. I searched for Kael. He wasn't there so I left his room. I stepped down and that was when I saw her. Selena...Kael’s old flame, the one who’d clawed her way into his be

Elara The palace felt like it was closing its jaws around us. Everywhere I turned, cold, judging eyes followed me. I knew that they were whispering, even if it couldn't hear, it was too obvious that they were. It started with little things: servants "accidentally" spilling wine on my dress at dinner, the guards and maids slamming doors in my face, slipping notes under my chamber door calling me "the doom-bringer." Then it got worse. One morning, a parchment was nailed to the great hall doors, written in blood-red ink, claiming a new prophecy from the old seers: "The Child of Power will bathe the West in fire and shadow. The Ardent line ends with her."Everyone knew it was fake. The handwriting was too neat and looked too modern. But people believed what they wanted to believe, especially when fear was already thick in the air. Their cousin, Elias and his pack of snakes spread it like wildfire. They stood in the courtyards quoting lines from it, pointing fingers at me while the yo

Elara The palace had turned into a powder keg, and Cassidan’s disappearance was the spark.Every corridor echoed with snarls and accusations. Wolves I’d known since childhood now bared teeth when I passed, muttering “curse-bringer” and “mother-killer” loud enough for me to hear. Banners bearing the Ardent crest were smeared with red paint that looked too much like blood. Someone had carved the fake prophecy into the great hall doors overnight: The Child of Power ends the West. My name was scratched beneath it in crude letters.Kael and Damon were unraveling.I found Kael in the armory at dawn, slamming fists into a training dummy until his knuckles bled. His eyes had gone fully feral—gold ringing the gray, his pupils blown wide. When he saw me, he crossed the room in three strides and pulled me against his chest so hard I could feel his heart hammering.“They took him,” he rasped into my hair. “Our brother. Because of us. Because of me.”“Not because of you,” I said, but my voice sho

Kael The rage hit me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't think beyond the red haze clouding my vision. The palace, our home, the heart of the Ardent kingdom, now felt like a cage I needed to rip apart with my bare hands. Elara's wound festered, her blood still staining the stones where she'd collapsed after healing Cassidan. The pack's betrayal, Mother's summons of Blackthorn, the cousins' plots—it all boiled down to this: they wanted her gone, and they'd tear us apart to make it happen.I shifted without warning, my wolf form exploding out of me in the sacred hall...the ancient chamber where Ardent alphas had sworn oaths for centuries.Marble pillars etched with our history cracked under my claws as I slammed into them. Statues of our ancestors toppled, shattering like brittle bones. "Traitors!" I roared with every ounce of muscle, my voice a guttural snarl that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Guards rushed in, but I bowled them