บททั้งหมดของ Runaway Luna Rider: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Darius’s POVCold water hit me like a wall, shocking my body back to consciousness. I gasped, choking, my body jerking involuntarily against restraint I hadn’t yet recognized.My vision cleared slowly, taking in the space through water-blurred eyes. Stone walls. Torchlight. The unmistakable smell of old blood and newer pain that marked this place as Magnus’s dungeon.My arms were spread wide, hands bound in chains that hung from the ceiling. The position forced my shoulders back, making every breath slightly harder than it should be. My feet barely touched the ground, just enough to take some weight off my wrists but not enough to provide real support.Two broad men stood in front of me, one still holding the empty bucket they’d used to wake me. Both were massive, the kind of enforcers every pack kept around for jobs that required muscle more than brains.“Now we can continue with the beating,” one said, his tone suggesting this was just another day’s work.They produced a rope, thick

Darius’s POVThe bikers lined up in front of Magnus’s compound like trained soldiers ready for deployment. Mine… the familiar Harley that Thomas had somehow retrieved, sat among them, out of place and painfully familiar. A reminder of everything I’d lost and, everything I was fighting to get back.Thomas stood beside it, his weathered face showing anger barely held in check. He held my keys in a white-knuckled grip, like he might throw them rather than hand them over.“How are you doing?” His voice carried accusation along with concern, his eyes scanning the healing wounds visible beneath my torn shirt.“I’m okay,” I said, accepting the keys from his reluctant hand.“This isn’t the time for a warm welcome.” Magnus’s voice cut across the moment, sharp with impatience.Thomas’s head snapped toward him, rage flaring in expression that promised violence. He moved forward, fists clenched, ready to fight despite knowing he couldn’t win against an alpha.“Stay still,” I commanded, putting al

Kiera’s POV “We are all called to the hall!”The voice rang out from beyond my cell, excited and hurried. Footsteps echoed through the corridor, multiple sets moving away from my prison, their sounds fading into distant murmurs.I pushed myself up from the cold floor, my chains rattling with the movement. Something had changed. The usual oppressive silence had been replaced by an energy I didn’t understand, a bustle that suggested everyone was occupied elsewhere.I crept toward the iron bars of my cell door, my bare feet making no sound against the stone. Pressing my face between the bars, I strained to see down the corridor.Empty.For the first time since they’d thrown me in here, there was no guard stationed outside. No watchful eyes, and no one to stop me.My heart hammered against my ribs as I grabbed the chains binding my wrists. I pulled, muscles straining, but the metal held firm. Too strong for human strength, and thick to break without supernatural power.If I could shift i

Darius’s POVIt hadn’t been long since Magnus and I left the Steel Vultures’ compound, our warning still hanging in the air like smoke. If they knew where Kiera was and didn’t tell us, they’d pay dearly for it. I’d made that much clear, even if the words tasted like ash in my mouth.Now Magnus had dragged us here. O’Malley’s. A bikers’ bar tucked into the grimy corner of town where riders came to drown their troubles in cheap whiskey and cheaper company.The music hit me the moment we walked through the door. Not the aggressive rock I’d expected, but something slower, mellower. A guitar strumming through speakers that had seen better days, the melody carrying a sadness that sank into my bones. The lighting was dim, amber bulbs casting everything in a warm glow that felt wrong given my current state of mind. Bikers occupied scattered tables, their leather cuts marking them as members of various clubs. Some played pool in the corner, their laughter cutting through the music in bursts.

Darius’s POVPain exploded through my skull like someone was driving nails into my brain. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt heavy, weighted down by something I couldn’t name.Water crashed over me like a wave, cold and shocking. It flooded my nose, filled my mouth, soaked through my clothes. The impact forced my eyes open, blinking against the sting.A blurry figure stood in front of me, holding an empty bucket. The person turned and walked away, their footsteps echoing in whatever space we were in.I tried to move, to stand up and chase them down, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. Something massive pressed against my chest, my arms, my legs. Not just heavy, but restraining. Binding.My vision slowly cleared, details emerging from the blur. The room was small and filthy, walls blackened with soot and smoke damage. Burn marks scarred the concrete floor in uneven patterns, like someone had set multiple fires here over time. The ceiling sagged in places, water stains mixing with