Todos los capítulos de Moonbound to Power : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The palace was alive with motion. From the moment dawn brushed its golden fingers over the spires, the air had been filled with the hum of voices, footsteps, and the clatter of servants carrying bolts of fabric, trays of silverware, and garlands of roses. Samantha stood by the window of her chamber, staring at the endless bustle below. The gardens had been transformed into a stage of celebration, where ivory tents bloomed like lilies, and lanterns were strung in lines that shimmered when the wind stirred them. It should have felt magical, a dream realized after so much heartache—but instead, her chest felt heavy. Her reflection in the tall mirror betrayed her thoughts. The white silk gown draped over her figure was exquisite, woven with threads that caught the light like frost under moonlight. The embroidery traced vines and wolves across the bodice, symbols of her rising as both queen’s daughter and Luna-to-be. But in her eyes lingered shadows of unease, the remnants of Elias’s ju

The world fractured into sound and light. Samantha’s cry split the air as the rogue’s jagged blade struck her chest—not deep enough to kill instantly, but enough to draw blood. A burning heat exploded through her veins, fiercer than any wound she had ever endured. It wasn’t the steel. It was something older, darker, pulsing awake. The curse. Her knees buckled, and she clutched at Gabriel’s tunic, eyes wide with shock. For an instant, she saw the silver thread of the curse unraveling inside her, tugged by an unseen hand. Gabriel caught her before she hit the floor. “Sam! Stay with me—look at me!” His voice was raw, unsteady in a way she had never heard before. His hands pressed against the wound, desperate to stop the blood. But it wasn’t just blood slipping away. Something far worse writhed beneath her skin—magic. A blinding light flared around her, throwing Gabriel back a step. Samantha arched in his arms, a scream tearing from her throat as the curse clawed toward her heart.

The hall was silent but for the sound of broken sobs and ragged breathing. Where Samantha had stood, there was nothing. Only a circle scorched into the marble, glowing faintly with silver light, as though the moon itself had kissed the stone. Gabriel fell to his knees in the center of it, his hands clawing at the empty air where her body should have been. “No,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “No, no, no.” His chest heaved, his wolf howling inside him with a pain so sharp it made his vision blur. “She was right here.” His hands shook as they pressed to the glowing stone. “I had her. I held her. And now—” His voice broke. “I let her go.” Caspian stood a few feet away, his sword dangling uselessly from his hand. His face was pale beneath the streaks of blood. For once, the Beta had no words. He had mocked Gabriel a hundred times, had challenged him, but never had he seen him like this—broken. “Alpha,” Caspian rasped, his voice rough with grief. “This isn’t your fault. The curse—”

The Blood Moon Pack grounds still glowed with traces of the wedding celebration, but already, duty called. Samantha stood before the great hall, the symbol of her new authority etched into her wrist, its faint silver glow, a reminder of the Moon’s blessing. Her gown of white and silver was gone; now she wore her Luna’s mantle—deep crimson lined with fur, a crescent embroidered on the back. The weight of it pressed against her shoulders, not with dread, but with responsibility. The pack gathered in silence. Their faces held a mix of awe, reverence, and relief. They had seen her vanish in a burst of light. They had feared they had lost her forever. And now, they bowed as one, acknowledging her not only as Luna, but something greater—the Queen of Wolves chosen by the Moon herself. Gabriel stood at her side, his presence grounding her. His eyes, however, never left her, still shadowed by the memory of nearly losing her. His fingers brushed hers briefly, silently promising never again.

Samantha’s POV The throne room shimmered with silver light, moonbeams slanting through the high glass panes as if the Goddess herself had chosen to bless this day. Banners of Blood Moon and Crescent Moon hung side by side, their symbols interwoven in a single thread—a sign of unity, of change. My heart thudded beneath the ceremonial cloak draped over my shoulders. “You’re trembling,” Gabriel murmured from behind me, his voice rich and grounding. I drew a breath, steadying the flutter of nerves that even my wolf couldn’t tame. “I’m not,” I lied softly. He chuckled low, warm against the shell of my ear, and I felt his hands slide over the cloak, smoothing the heavy fabric into place. The subtle scent of cedar and musk clung to him, pulling me back to the quiet strength I’d leaned on so many times before. “They’ll follow you, Samantha,” he said, voice dipped in certainty. “They just don’t know it yet.” When I turned to him, his storm-gray eyes held a glint of something more than r