บททั้งหมดของ THE LUNA OF MY DESTRUCTION.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

~~ELENA~~“Our condolences, Mrs. Ivanov,” said the tall man in a black suit, his head bowing slightly as a group of men stood rigid behind him.“The boss… he spoke highly of you,” he added, his tone measured and polite, but his eyes scanned me with an intensity that made my skin crawl… as if he was trying to solve a puzzle that didn't belong to him.Through the black veil that covered my face, I inhaled the sharp, heavy scent of incense mingling with the faint tang of polished wood. My gaze flicked over the men again. Their subtle glances, their fingers brushing the handles of guns tucked at their hips, and their posture that seemed to hum with silent authority.“Thank you,” I finally murmured, bowing just enough to acknowledge them without breaking my composure.One after another, they approached, offering their formal condolences while their eyes lingered, calculating, and probing. I could feel their unspoken questions press against me. Measuring whether I belonged in their world no

~~~ELENA~~~The door slammed shut behind us with a heavy thud that echoed through the hall.The same hall I had once walked through as his fated mate.Now, I was nothing but his captive.I struggled in his arms, my nails clawing at his shirt. “Put me down! I can walk on my own!”“You will run,” he said simply, not even looking at me. “And I am too tired to chase you twice in one day.”He carried me until we reached a corridor that smelled faintly of cedar and roses. My old room.The memories came rushing back. The laughter by the balcony, the night he whispered promises under the moonlight, and the scent of pine on his skin when he kissed me for the first time. I swallowed hard, pushing the memories away.“Open it,” he ordered one of his men and the door swung wide.He stepped inside, dropped me gently on the bed, and straightened up. My eyes roamed the untouched room. “You kept it,” I whispered before I could stop myself.He didn’t answer. He just stood there, watching me with that

~~~ELENA.I didn’t leave my room after the mating ritual. The moment I stepped back inside, I locked the door and didn’t come out. The mark on my shoulder still burned like a brand, reminding me that no matter how much I denied it, the bond had been sealed again. The whole thing felt unreal, and forced like a cage wrapped in silk.Lying in my bed, I tried to force back the tears burning behind my eyes. I had sworn never to accept the bond again or to bow to him, to this pack, or to the moon goddess that had watched me break the first time. And yet, against my will, Darius had dragged me back here and crowned me the Luna of his pack.He hadn’t cared how the Elders had frowned or whispered in disapproval. Not that he ever would. Darius Thorne was not a man who sought permission, he took what he wanted and made the world adapt to his will. And the Elders, for all their pride and supposed wisdom, didn’t have the spine to challenge him openly. None of them would ever do that.The silence

~~~ELENA.I lifted my chin, forcing myself to meet his gaze even though every instinct in me screamed for me to look away from him. “I… I… am not scared of you,” I said, but the tremor in my voice betrayed me.He heard it too, of course, he did. He always did. His lips curved, not into a smile, but something far crueler and darker. “No?” he murmured, his gaze dragging slowly over my face as if he could peel the lie straight from my skin. “Then why are you shaking, Luna?”I swallowed hard, my body betraying me in every way that I hate as the space between us felt suffocating, charged, and alive with something that made my pulse stutter. I hated myself for it… I hated him too, for how easily he could unmake me with just his presence.“You can break my bones,” I forced out, each word cutting through the heavy air, “You can cage me, command me, and even strip me of everything I have left. But you will never have what you think you do.”For a heartbeat, something flickered in his eyes.

~~~ELENA.I turned to look beside me and Darius was already out of the room. The door closed softly behind him, leaving me alone with my mother and for a moment, I just stood there, my legs heavy and my throat tight.She sat so still in the chair, her hands folded on her lap. Her eyes looked tired, older than I remembered. Slowly, I walked across the room, each step feeling heavier than the last. When I finally reached her, I went down on my knees in front of her.“M… Mother,” I whispered again, my voice breaking before I could stop it.Her head lifted quickly, and for a second she just stared at me, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then her lips trembled. “Oh, Ena… my child. Ena!”Tears filled her eyes as she reached for me, her hands shaking. She pulled me into her arms, holding me so tightly it almost hurt. I clung to her, breathing in her familiar scent, a mix of herbs and warmth. The years apart seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by the sound of her soft