Semua Bab The Slave Who Owned The Moon: Bab 61 - Bab 70

AMAYA I can still feel his lips on mine. No amount of scrubbing pans, hauling crates, or replaying last night in my head makes the memory go away. I’d told myself it wouldn’t happen, that Darian, Alpha of this cursed pack, would never lower himself to touch someone like me. And yet… he did. I was proven wrong in a way that I couldn't dispute even if I wanted to. The worst part is that for those few heartbeats in the kitchen, I kissed him back. My traitorous body forgot everything. My mission, my purpose, even my name. I promised myself this morning, while shoving away the lump in my throat and tying my apron strings too tight, that I’d never let him get close again. Whatever spark lit between us must be buried deep, before it burns me alive. But promises are useless in a house that feels more like a cage with every passing hour. The main hall is alive with murmurs when I step in carrying a tray of wine for the midday gathering. A dozen elders sit around a long table while Evel

AMAYAThe forest is my only refuge.When I was still with my pack, running with the other wolves was a way for us to connect to one another, and I can categorically say that was the beginning of my love for running.Running wasn't restricted only to those with privileges. It was for all. There were no tight rules, no curfews, and absolutely no servants. Everyone was treated with respect, and we were better for it.That was until my pack members were eliminated and I was taken as a servant. For a long time after that, I was numb. Nothing could make me feel, not even when Evelara took pleasure in taunting me.Now all I do is feel things. Even things I don't want to feel, and it was all too much for me. The good thing that came out of this is that it helped me rediscover my love for running.So when the halls of the Grayhide pack press in too tightly, when Evelara’s laughter still rings in my ears and Lucian’s teasing gnaws at my thoughts, I slip out here beneath the moon. The air is col

LUCIANDarian looks like hell.Not only that, but I could sense that he had been throwing guilty glances around lately. As if he did something he never should have done, and I'm willing to bet that it has something to do with Amaya.No matter how many times he denies it, there is a connection between them. I'm not dumb enough not to have noticed that there was something real beneath all his bad attempts to remain uncaring, and beneath all that alpha bravado is a man who's battling with his feelings.I mean, I wouldn't blame him. If I were unfortunate enough to have Evelara as my mate, I would have probably hung myself, so I imagine it hasn't been easy dealing with her and her tantrums.He probably doesn't want to see me or anyone, for that matter, but I've never really cared about that. I live to push his buttons, and irrespective of the connection he has with Amaya, there is no way I have been delusional about what's been going on between us.She definitely feels something for me, to

DARIANThe council chamber is thick with unease.The air feels heavier than the smoke drifting from the braziers, heavier even than the thick furs draped across the chairs. Papers litter the table, reports of patrols and warding sigils, all pointing to the same truth. Someone has been testing our defenses.And Theron has been waiting for this moment.He leans forward, his hands pressed flat on the polished wood, his voice carrying across the chamber with calculated strength. “Alpha, this cannot go unanswered. Two breaches in one month? The Grayhide Pack looks weak. If we do nothing, the territories will smell blood.”Murmurs ripple among the elders. One clears his throat. “He is right, Alpha. The wards should have held. Someone inside...”“Inside,” Theron cuts in smoothly, his hawk-like eyes sweeping the room, “is exactly where we must look. Secrets leak from the bottom up. Servants talk. Slaves whisper. And rogues…” He lets the word linger like rot. “Rogues can never be trusted.”The

LUCIANI'm a very reasonable man.And no, I'm not just saying that to toot my own horn. It's something I've proven time and again.I can even go as far as to say that I'm rational and level-headed. It usually takes a lot to rile me up. Growing up as the younger brother to the future alpha, it was hard to escape comparison.I've had to listen to people compare me to Darian and talk about how he was truly the best person to lead the pack, not that I would have wanted that anyway. It was just annoying that they expected us to compete against one another when it was already clear as day that we didn't have the same fate.So I never gave in and learned to detach myself from the comparisons. That was partly why I was abroad for so long. I was able to discover who I was outside the protection of the Grayhide Pack, and let's just say I wasn't disappointed with what I discovered.So, no. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I'm a reasonable man... well, mostly, I guess.Until I found myself ob