Semua Bab The Moon and Blood Luna : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Elena POV I woke up to the rattling sound of the chain on the floor.Staring outside the window, the Crescent Blood kingdom looked like something from a dream, but living inside it felt like being buried alive.Every wall glittered with gold, the ceilings so high I had to tilt my head back until it hurt. Crystal chandeliers hung like cages of light, and the floors were polished so clean that my reflection followed me wherever I went. People would think I was lucky to live in such beauty, but I knew the truth, this wasn’t a palace. It was a prison.I was not here as a guest, not as a queen, and definitely not as a woman with a choice. I was here because of the contract, because the Crescent Blood Pack had paid for me like livestock. The pack that raised me, that claimed to care for me, had sold me to these alphas without hesitation.The first night I was brought here, I slept in a bed larger than any house I had ever lived in. But I didn’t feel comfort. I felt small. Lost. Afraid. The

Elena’s POV When I woke up, I found myself chained to the wall in my chamber, not knowing how I got there.But I still felt the pain in my arms from the syringe of last night.Suddenly the door swung opened and I knew something was wrong the moment they came for me.The guards didn’t speak as they unchained me from the wall. Their faces were stone, their eyes lowered, but their grip on my arms was iron. My legs trembled as I followed them down the endless corridor, the hem of my thin gown brushing the cold marble.I tried to ask where we were going, but my voice cracked in my throat. They didn’t answer. They never did.The air grew colder as we descended deeper into the palace. Torches burned along the walls, their flames pale blue instead of orange. A shiver crawled down my spine. This wasn’t an ordinary part of Crescent Blood Kingdom.When the doors opened, I almost collapsed.The chamber was enormous, carved entirely from black stone veined with silver. Torches lined the walls, fl

Lucian's POV I had never trusted her.From the moment the priest sealed the contract and her body convulsed under the blood-runes, I knew something was off. Not because she was human, that was obvious, but because there was a silence around her that did not belong to prey. A silence that felt… watching. Waiting.So when Damien carried her limp body back into the palace after the ambush, I was the only one who didn’t curse the rogues. My mind was already turning in another direction.Why had they targeted her? How had they known where she would be?And why, out of all the weak points in the palace grounds, had they chosen the exact path she had wandered into?I stood near the fire while the healers fussed over her. She was pale, lips trembling, the faint smell of blood clinging to her skin. Her white dress was torn at the shoulder, dark with dirt and crimson stains. She looked fragile. Breakable.But something about her made my jaw clench.She stirred, groaning softly, her eyelids flu