Todos los capítulos de Scarred Under Moonlight: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The air trembled with panic. Guards raced through the corridor shouting orders, their boots thundering against marble floors. The scent of fear and iron filled the hall as warriors prepared for battle.Aria stood frozen, her hand still clutching Elora’s. The sudden chaos made her heart pound violently in her chest, but her gaze was fixed on one person Sebastian.He stood tall amid the confusion, his sharp jaw set, eyes blazing with command. Even now, surrounded by noise and uncertainty, he looked like a king born for war. And yet, when his gaze met hers, for the briefest second, the steel in his eyes softened.“Aria,” he said again, stepping toward her. His voice was deep, urgent, threaded with something she hadn’t heard in a long time pleading.She wanted to turn away, to ignore him, to pretend she didn’t still feel the magnetic pull between them. But her wolf whimpered softly inside her.He’s our mate. Let him speak.He’s also the one who broke us, Aria shot back. He doesn’t get to

Soft light danced over a silver mist as Aria stirred. Her body felt weightless, as though she floated between worlds neither alive nor dead, but caught in a silence too perfect to be real. The air shimmered with moonlight, and beneath her bare feet stretched an endless field of glowing lilies that swayed without wind.Where am I?Her voice echoed softly in the void, and when she looked up, she saw the moon, impossibly large and impossibly bright, hanging just above her. Its glow painted everything in silver, and from within that glow, a figure emerged.The figure moved like light tall, graceful, radiating power so pure that Aria’s knees nearly gave out. The woman’s long white hair shimmered like threads of starlight, and her eyes held the calm depth of eternity. The faintest smile curved her lips as she stepped closer.“Do not be afraid, child of the moon,” the figure said, her voice a melody of warmth and power.Aria’s breath caught. “You… You’re..”“The Moon Goddess,” the woman

The night after their quiet walk, Aria couldn’t sleep.The moon hung full and heavy above the palace, its light spilling through the windows like melted silver. Every shadow in her room whispered his name, Sebastian.She had tried to keep her heart armored, her thoughts sharp, but the memory of his eyes kept piercing through every defense she built. There was no arrogance in them anymore. Only guilt. Sincerity. And something deeper… something her wolf refused to ignore.Her hands rested protectively over her abdomen. Two heartbeats pulsed beneath her palms, hers and the tiny one growing within her. She sighed softly. For them, she told herself. For the pups, I have to find peace.But peace didn’t come easily in a castle that held so many ghosts.Sebastian, too, lay awake in his quarters, staring at the ceiling until dawn painted faint gold across the walls. His wolf paced in his mind, restless, torn between joy and restraint.“She smiled,” the wolf whispered.“I know,” Sebastian murmu

Two days had passed since the festival, and the palace breathed a rare sense of calm. Morning sunlight streamed through tall windows, painting the marble floors with gold. The courtyard was empty, save for the faint chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of wind through the trees.Aria awoke first, her hands resting protectively over her growing belly. The tiny, fragile life within her thumped softly beneath her palms, a heartbeat that anchored her. She stretched lightly, feeling the rays of sunlight.By the balcony, the scent of dew and roses mingled, and she smiled at the thought of him wandering the gardens already, speaking to their unborn pups in low, tender murmurs. Their bond was no longer fragile threads, it had begun to weave into something unbreakable.Two doors down, in another wing of the castle, Caius and Elora moved with ease, their laughter spilling softly into the quiet corridor. The bond between them had shifted overnight. A blush rose to Elora’s cheeks as Caius lean

Dawn broke in muted grays over the Silvermine territory, the mist curling through the gnarled trees like restless fingers. Sebastian crouched at the edge of a rocky outcrop, eyes scanning the forest floor. The trail they had been following yesterday had grown faint, swallowed by Draven’s dark magics, but the tension thrumming through his veins told him she was still alive.His wolf stirred inside him, fierce and insistent. She’s near. I smell her fear, but not despair.“Calm,” Sebastian murmured, letting the words carry the authority of both wolf and Alpha. “We move deliberately. We cannot rush blindly.”The wolf growled softly, ears pricked, a low vibration pressing against Sebastian’s chest. You hesitate. Hesitation risks her life.“I know,” he whispered, voice strained. “But I cannot let my rage guide me to my death before I see her again.”Beside him, Caius sniffed the air. His wolf pulsed beneath him, reacting to the faint traces of portal dust hidden in the undergrowth. Traps ah