All Chapters of THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He tasted like everything I had been trying to forget.Dangerous, and familiar. The moment our lips met, every wall I had built around my heart cracked open. I knew I shouldn’t, Goddess, I knew. He had hurt me more times than I could count, shattered me in ways I was still trying to recover from. But in that instant, none of it mattered. Not the past, not the pain, not even the voice screaming in my head to stop. His hands found my face, then my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t breathe without me. The kiss deepened, desperate and hungry, all the anger and longing melting into one reckless moment. My body responded before my mind could protest. My heart betrayed me, beating fast beneath his touch, as if it still belonged to him. I felt him tremble against me, shaking. His fingers slid to the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my jaw in that way that always made my knees weak. I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed, cursed him, reminded us both of every

That night, I couldn’t sleep.No matter how long I stared at the ceiling, the weight in my chest wouldn’t lift. My body was safe in Xavier’s guest bed, wrapped in warmth, but my soul still felt trapped, tethered to something that hurt every time I breathed.I turned on my side and shut my eyes, willing myself to drift away.And somehow, I did.But it wasn’t a peaceful sleep.The air felt different when I opened my eyes again.I was standing barefoot in a field of silver light, the same field I had seen once before, in a vision of the prophecy. The moon hung low and full, its glow shimmering like liquid. The night was silent, almost reverent. And there he was. Elliot. His eyes found me through the mist, cold, unreadable, beautiful in that distant, painful way he always was. He looked like the Alpha he was born to be: strong, proud, untouchable. I wanted to turn and run, but my feet wouldn’t move. “Why are you here?” I whispered. He tilted his head slightly, that same mocking calm

For days, I barely left the room. Sleep came in uneven fragments, nightmares tangled with flashes of Elliot’s face and the sound of my own voice breaking as I rejected him. Sometimes I would wake up gasping, drenched in sweat, clawing at my chest like I could tear the bond out myself. But Xavier was always there. He never tried to talk me out of my pain. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t tell me to move on. He just… stayed. Brought food I didn’t eat, tea I barely sipped, blankets when I shivered, space when I needed to cry. He became the quiet constant in a life that had fallen apart. When I finally started sitting up again, he smiled like it was a victory. “That’s progress,” he said softly, setting a tray on the nightstand. “You don’t have to rush it. Healing takes time.” “I don’t even know what healing means anymore,” I muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around me. He sat across from me, elbows on his knees, eyes gentle but steady. “It means choosing to live even when i

The air crackled when he stepped in. Every breath I took felt heavy, poisoned by fear and memory. Elliot’s men fanned out behind him, but it was his eyes, that cold, furious silver, that pinned me where I stood. “Liora.” My throat closed. “Elliot… please...” “Don’t.” His voice was low, almost shaking. “You don’t get to say my name. Not after what you did.” I swallowed, my heart slamming against my ribs. “You don’t understand.” “Oh, I understand perfectly.” He took a step forward, eyes burning. “You ripped our bond apart. You cut me out like I was nothing. Do you have any idea what that feels like?” I backed away, shaking. “You never wanted me anyway. I just made it easy for you… for the two of you.” Something dark flickered in his eyes, pain, fury, something close to madness. “Don’t you dare.” “It’s the truth!” I shouted, voice cracking. “You were already gone, Elliot. You looked at me like I was a mistake. So I freed you. You should be grateful!” “Grateful?” His voi

The jet landed at dawn, gliding through a sea of golden clouds that stretched endlessly over the horizon. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my breath fogging the window. Below, the land shimmered with light, sprawling hills, glass-like lakes, and mansions that looked like they’d been carved by gods. I had never seen such beauty before. When we arrived, I thought we were driving into a city, but it was only his home. The estate stretched endlessly, nestled between silver mountains and rolling gardens of white lilies that danced in the wind. The main house was built like a palace, its marble walls gleamed under the sun, and crystal fountains whispered softly in the courtyard. Everything sparkled, the chandeliers, the floors, the massive windows that looked out into infinity. It was overwhelming. Beautiful, yes, but too perfect. Too quiet. Almost unreal. Xavier had been silent most of the journey. His expression was calm and unreadable. When we arrived, he gave instruction