All Chapters of SAVAGE LUNA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KAELI couldn’t believe what just happened. My hand was still tingling from her slap. My face burned. My ears were ringing. Lyra… she just slapped me. Hard. And she didn’t even look sorry. Not even a tiny bit. She just… looked at me with those big eyes and said, “Stop acting like you’re my boss.”My brain froze. I blinked a couple of times, trying to understand. Wait… what? “What just happened?” I muttered to myself. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. She wasn’t apologetic. She wasn’t shy. She wasn’t even scared. She just… walked away. Walked away with Lucian.I felt my stomach drop. My heart twisted. My hands went to my face, and I rubbed my temples. How could this happen? How could she…? She despises Lucian. She hates him. She’s always hated him. She never wanted him anywhere near her. And she loves me. She loves me.And now… now she’s walking away with him. Smiling. Laughing. I could feel it, in my gut. Something happened. Something Lucian did. Some spell,

Chapter 53KaelI didn’t know how long I sat there after she left.The room felt too small, the walls too close, my chest tight like something was sitting on it. My wolf paced inside me, restless, angry, confused. I kept seeing her face, the way she looked at me like I meant nothing, the way she smiled for him.I stood up suddenly, my chair scraping against the floor. My hands were shaking. I grabbed the nearest thing on the table, a ceramic vase, heavy and smooth, and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, pieces exploding everywhere.“Damn it!” I shouted.My breathing was uneven. I dragged my hands through my hair and turned away, trying to calm myself, trying not to lose it completely. That was when the door opened.I spun around fast, my anger flaring again, ready to scream at whoever thought it was a good idea to come in now.Lyra stood in the doorway.My chest burned.“Get out,” I snapped, my voice rough. “I’m not in the mood for this. If you came to laugh at

CHAPTER 55LYRAI woke up with Kael’s arm draped over my waist. The room was dim, smelling of him and the rain outside, and for a second, I wanted to stay there forever. But I couldn't. I had things to do back at the Blackfang palace, and I couldn't hide in Ironclaw territory while my enemies were still breathing.Kael shifted, his eyes opening slowly. He didn't pull me closer; he just looked at me like he was reading my thoughts.“You’re going back,” he said.“I have to,” I replied, sitting up and reaching for my shirt. “I left things unfinished.”He sat up too, leaning his back against the headboard.“Don’t worry about the council or the borders. I have a plan to handle the legalities of your exile. Just stay alert. If Lucian tries anything, you know how to reach me.”I nodded, leaning over to kiss him once. “I’m not the girl who left, Kael. I can handle him.”I dressed quickly and left before the sun was fully up. The drive back to the Blackfang Pack felt longer, my mind playing ba

LYRAI didn't have time to run for the door, and I certainly didn't have a way to explain why I was hovering over his locked desk drawers with a letter opener in my hand. I looked around the room, my eyes landing on the small door to the private bathroom in the corner of the study. I didn't think; I just moved, sliding inside and clicking the lock shut just as the main door to the office creaked open.I pressed my back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, holding my breath so hard my lungs started to ache. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird, and I was sure they would hear it through the thin wood of the door."The perimeter is secure, Alpha," I heard a voice say. It was Garrett."Good," Lucian replied. His voice was closer now, likely right by the desk where I had been standing seconds ago. "But security isn't enough. I want you to keep your eyes on Kael Thorne. Don't let him out of your sight for a single second. If he breathes too loud near our borders,

LYRAI storm out of Ophelia’s chambers before she can say another word, my hands shaking, my chest tight and my head pounding with everything she just said to me. I tell myself she’s lying, that she wanted to hurt me, that none of it makes sense, but the words cling to me anyway, crawling around my thoughts no matter how hard I try to shake them off. I walk fast through the corridor, ignoring the guards, ignoring the servants who bow as I pass, my steps uneven because my legs feel weak and angry at the same time.The moment I reach my room, I shut the door and press my back against it, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling. I don’t cry, I don’t scream yet, I just stand there, jaw tight, fists clenched, replaying her voice in my head. I tell myself I won’t let her get to me, but my chest burns and my throat tightens, and before I can stop myself, I cross the room, grab my pillow, and scream into it as hard as I can.I scream until my throat hurts and my arms shake, until the frustrati