บททั้งหมดของ The Luna Lives Again: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I woke up feeling like absolute shit. My head was throbbing from where that giant oaf sucker punched me, and every time I blinked, I saw flashes of that smug bastard's face. I groaned, sitting up slowly on the cold cell floor, and looked over at Lina. She was chewing on one side of her mouth, still avoiding eye contact, which was honestly just as well. Her face looked worse than before—swollen, bruised, maybe even more messed up from Bonnie's little tantrum. A few streaks of dried blood were crusted along her jaw. Not that I cared, but still. Bonnie didn't hold back. I couldn't believe for a second that she'd actually moved on from me. She had to be fucking with me. That's what this was, right? She was just mad that I was tricked, that I didn't see Lina for who she really was. That's why she stormed in here, got all dramatic, and started throwing punches. She was being petty. Spiteful. Classic Bonnie, throwing a tantrum because I slipped up. That had to be it. Because there's no

"That's Lina?" Tanya gasped, her voice sharp and disgusted. The severed head rolled a few inches more before resting near the edge of the lavish carpet, and from the shadows behind it stepped the man I'd seen in my dream—the tall one with chilling blue eyes. Now that I was face to face with him, I could smell it clearly. He reeked of rogue. "Who are you?" I asked, keeping my voice level even as the air felt tighter around us. "Welcome to my new little territory," he said smoothly, stepping further into the light. "I'm Jack, but you must know me as the rogue king." His tone was pleasant, almost charming, but there was tension beneath it—like a coiled spring waiting to snap. "Since you came here willingly, would it be safe to assume you've come offering me gifts?" "Step back, Bonnie," Robbie muttered beside me, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder. "I may not be in a position to say this, but he's letting out some serious bad energy." Jack's lips curled. "Oh, and I see you've a

Ugh. My head was pounding. I tried to push myself up, but my arms trembled beneath me. I needed to get up—hurry and get up because Jack had just thrown me into a wall, Tanya was unconscious, and Robbie was bleeding out and possibly poisoned on the prison floor. I had to keep fighting. I had to— Wait. I opened my eyes and nearly choked on confusion. I was in my room. My room. In Summerton. Soft, filtered light spilled across my floor from the open curtains. The scent of chamomile and clean linens surrounded me. My blanket was draped across my lap. My baby's blanket sat at the foot of the bed. What the actual fuck? Wasn't I just being mauled by the rogue king? "Bonnie!" Tanya burst into the room like a bat out of hell, her voice already half an accusation. "They said you went somewhere dangerous. You have no idea how pissed I am that you didn't bring me! You bitch! I thought we were friends!" Yup. That was definitely Tanya. I blinked at her like she'd just grown a second hea

I felt my body aching again, every nerve screaming as something kept tapping the side of my head—light, repeatedly, and irritating. "Can you believe this was all it took to take down the great former Luna they were all counting on?" Jack's voice was lazy, mocking. "How boring." "It's as we thought," another voice said—it had to be the guard he'd brought with him. "Since you're the bloodline, you must be stronger." I didn't think. My body just moved. My hand shot out and clamped around Jack's ankle. "Woah! How tenacious!" he laughed, looking down at me with something between amusement and annoyance. "Was the beating you received not quite enough? I'm sure you know you can't use magic right now. You're basically a human at this point." My palm pressed hard into the cold stone floor. I focused—pushing my magic out, not into him, but into the cursed energy clinging to Luna's head like thick tar. I could feel it resisting, biting back at me, but then... it shifted. Peeled away. The fl

"The rogues are going to live as humans in another human territory," Jason's mom told me, her voice even but carrying that heaviness of someone who'd been through too many changes in too short a time. "Since they no longer pose a threat, there's no reason to kill them anymore. The Fairfield pack will help them all get settled and keep a close eye on the rogue king. They'll receive plenty of help integrating into human society." "Perfect," I said, catching a glimpse of some rogues being led away into a wagon. I almost wanted to see Jack's face again—just one more time—so I could etch the look of defeat into my memory forever. But that was too petty... no matter how deserved it would have been. "You don't know how shocked we were when we heard that you'd gone into the prison to fight," she continued. "We just kept praying to the moon goddess and staying at the ready just in case, then everything got so bright no one could see for a few minutes. Suddenly the entire territory had been p