All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Diana’s POVThe moment Kelvin turned his back to knock again…I ran.My legs moved before my mind could stop them, cutting through the evening air like a blade. I stopped just by his car. Breath sharp in my throat, I crept low, silent as a shadow, and moved to the back like a thief in a heist.The door metal bit into my fingertips as I slipped the tracker beneath the bumper. Cold. Smooth. Final.My heart thundered, not with fear, but fire.I wasn’t going to miss my chance. Not anymore.Then, I spun and reached for Kelvin, I seized his wrist as soon as I got to the doorway. My palm clamped over his mouth just as the front door creaked open like a coffin lid in a horror film.“Shhh!” I hissed, pulling him with me to the wall beside the porch. We dropped into the shadows, backs against the rough stone, our bodies drawn tight by tension.Then I saw it… My father’s silhouette.It filled the doorway. Broad. Towering. Unforgiving. His gaze swept the front yard like a blade across skin. Even

Diana’s POVI jolted awake, choking on breath like I’d been drowning in a nightmare.My shirt clung to me, soaked through with sweat. The room was still, except for the low hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, cutting the silence in slow, mechanical waves. But even that sound felt wrong, like it belonged to another world.It wasn’t quiet inside me.That face.Again.That girl who looked exactly like me. But hollowed out. Like someone had worn my skin and forgotten how to smile.She haunted my dreams every night… no, she owned them. Ever since I stepped into the Sovereign’s mansion. Three days now. Three different versions of the same scene. Always standing by the window, a violin in her hand, that hollow-eyed stare piercing through the dark.She wasn’t just a dream.She was inside me. Like a second heartbeat.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, pressing trembling palms to my face. I couldn’t go back there. Not after what happened. Not after how I barely escaped last

Kael’s POVGeorge barged into my house at dawn, the door slamming against the wall like thunder. His voice ripped me from the thin, fractured sleep I’d managed after last night. After Diana. After the shame of my own tongue.He was pacing.Restless.Like a wolf clawing at cage bars.As if I wasn’t already punishing myself enough.“You humiliated her,” he snapped, stabbing a finger hard against my chest. “Right in front of Kelvin. In front of me. You broke her down like she was dirt beneath your boots.”His words landed like blows, but I said nothing.Couldn’t.Her tears haunted me. Her trembling lips replayed like a curse.Whore. Weak. Desperate.The poison of my own voice.The venom I’d poured into my mate’s ears.My skin crawled. I hated myself.Not because she deserved better words, but because I was the one who gave her the worst of me.George’s eyes burned with fury. “She’s your mate, Kael. You know what that means, right? You don’t get a second one. Continue to break her like th

Diana’s POVI slammed my palms against the gilded wall again. Pointless. The room was beautiful, suffocatingly beautiful, like a cage dressed as a palace.My breath came sharp and ragged. Nails scraped against polished wood, leaving faint, useless scratches. I needed something… anything… to break free.My gaze darted wildly. The vanity mirror? Too thick. The chandelier? Too high. The bedposts? Useless.And then I saw it.Half-hidden by silk drapes near the door; red steel, chipped paint. A fire extinguisher.“Yes,” I hissed, yanking it free. Its weight nearly ripped my shoulder from its socket, but adrenaline flooded through me, steadying my grip.With a cry that shredded my throat, I swung.The first hit rattled my bones, sparks shooting up my arms. The door shuddered but held. I struck again, this time, the knob cracked, splitting with a metallic shriek. On the third swing, the frame splintered with a thunderous snap. I drove my shoulder against the jagged wood, and finally, the doo

Abegail’s POVThe morning sun spilled through the cathedral-high windows of my father’s estate, gilding the world in molten gold. The velvet drapes shimmered, the marble floor glowed, even the curve of my mother’s smile seemed sculpted by light. My heart swelled; today the world belonged to me.Finally, after endless waiting, the coronation date had been set. In just one month, the Luna’s crown would rest upon my head. Not just Ashmoor… San Francisco itself would soon lie in my hands, glittering like a jewel waiting to be claimed.I twirled in front of the mirror, diamond earrings catching sunlight in a thousand shards. “Mother, Draven delivered the scroll yesterday. The seal is there. It’s official. It’s real.”Mother’s eyes gleamed, hard and sharp as cut sapphires. “My daughter,” she whispered, reverent, “soon you will stand above all. Above queens, above wolves and Vampires. San Francisco will kneel at your feet.”She cradled the scroll as though it were already a crown. Father str