Lahat ng Kabanata ng Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Hertor watched me as if even in his wildest dreams he’d never imagined I could be this good. As if my lips were a gateway to paradise. Every flick of my tongue made his body tremble with pleasure.He was riveted by the sight unfolding before him: me bent before him with his member in my mouth. He watched as if trying to etch every second into his memory. I kept my eyes locked on his as a constant provocation.I kept working with my mouth and hands; he threw his head back, eyes closed, lost in pleasure. But I wanted him to keep watching, I was feeding on his devotion. So I pulled my lips away.“Look at me, Captain,” I said in a husky, sensual voice. He met my gaze, still panting as I smiled and stroked him. “I want you to see everything. I want you to remember.”Then I took him into my mouth again. The command hit him like a drug; his pupils dilated and he gripped the sheets around him. I had become his goddess, and in that moment he let himself be carried away by the power I held over

Violet.I was already back in my room. Nara had walked me back after I left Hertor’s cabin. Even now, his words still echoed in my mind. “Now my loyalty lies with you.”. His voice carried a painful sincerity, it was much more than one of those empty vows made to get sex; it was the pledge of a loyal lover. We even made love again after he said it.As I took off my clothes to bathe and waited for the tub to fill, I couldn’t help but think about the irony of that thought. I could call what I did with Hertor making love, but I could never say the same about Rayan. Not just because of the difference in intensity, the two of them were simply different. Hertor was gentle, a knight who let me take control like a servant before his queen. Rayan was rough, dominant, and possessive, a king claiming his queen.But, above all, I didn’t want to admit that I had ever made love with Rayan. That would only make things harder. Even though I knew I had, I remembered the times he had taken me as his,

Rayan.I couldn’t sleep that night. Violet’s words kept spinning in my head, tangled with everything I thought I knew to be true. I spent most of the time sitting at the edge of the bed. Her scent clung to me, to the sheets, and that didn’t help at all.But what did it all mean, anyway? Violet had to know that such a lie wouldn’t get her anywhere. She was far too clever to create such a senseless story.And to risk losing her wolf on top of that? No, Violet had earned her status as my Luna, our relationship was going well; there was no reason she’d take such a high risk for a lie.Unless… it wasn’t a lie.If it wasn’t, she’d want me to know I’d been wrong about her, maybe even punish me by proving I’d hurt her for nothing.But if that were really true, it would be the least of my problems. Because it wasn’t just that Violet’s parents were innocent, it meant that my mother’s real killer was… my father?Impossible. An Alpha killing his Luna? For what reason? My parents had always had a

Violet.I knew Rayan wouldn’t take it well. I knew coming back to this filthy room was a possibility, but still, I’d had hope. I’m not sure why exactly. I guess part of me expected Rayan to rethink his actions, to not act like the tempestuous, impulsive man he is.Now here I am, sitting on the floor, leaning against the same wall I leaned on for two years. The darkness is still cold, the room still silent, but it feels less frightening than I remembered.Probably because before, I was under the effects of hunger, deprived of sunlight and human contact. Not to mention the mark, which amplified everything. Strangely, the worst thing now is the uncertainty. I don’t know what Rayan is doing out there, or whether Nara and Hertor already know I’m here.Better yet, how long have I been here? And how long will I remain here? All I can do now is rely on the loyalty of the connections I’ve built, on the people who swore to help me.I must have fallen asleep for what I assumed was the third nig

Violet.I’m not sure how long I sat there, maybe an hour or two since Hertor left and until the door opened. Rayan appeared, turning on the light, and I remained seated. I didn’t need to fake the hurt written all over my face.“Hey,” he said, stopping by the door, his tone careful.I didn’t answer. I averted my gaze and went back to staring silently at the opposite wall.“I… came to let you out,” he said as he approached. “Let’s talk in our room during dinner.”Rayan extended his hand toward me, offering to help me up, but instead I stood on my own, without looking at him. I walked past him and headed for the bedroom.I didn’t speak to him when I came out of the bathroom, nor when I slipped into my black silk nightgown, nor even when we sat down to eat dinner, where the clinking of silverware was the only sound echoing between us, aside from Rayan’s frustrated sighs.Eventually, he set his cutlery down beside the plate with a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Violet.” I said nothing, didn’t e