Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA OF MY DESTRUCTION.: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

~~~DARIUS.The office was quiet when she arrived and I breathed out.She stepped in, bowed her head, and then settled into the chair across from me.“I am sorry I haven't visited since I came out of house arrest,” Seraphine said, her voice soft, like I was supposed to feel guilty for her absence.I didn’t even spare her a glance. My eyes stayed on the records in front of me. “I… I wouldn’t do anything to harm your Luna,” she tried, leaning forward slightly. “Not on purpose. I just… I hope this hasn’t ruined our relationship.”I finally looked up, and the words left my mouth before I could stop them. “There is no relationship between us, Seraphine. You are my blood host, and that is in the past. Nothing more.”I remembered the conversation two months ago before I found Elena. I had called her then, telling her I no longer needed her. That I could manage on my own. That I didn’t require a blood host anymore. “You can’t just discard me,” she said, her voice snapping back my attention,

~~~ELENA.“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Darius said as I walked fully into the office.I didn’t respond. My eyes moved around the room instead, and my arms folded tightly across my chest.“Nothing has changed in here,” I murmured.“Right?” I could feel the smile in his voice even though I wasn’t looking at him.He stood there, watching me closely, too closely. I could almost feel the weight of his eyes on my body.“Do you remember?” he asked softly. “You used to sit here with me until nightfall, so that I wouldn’t be bored working alone. Sometimes you even helped me sort through paperwork.” A quiet chuckle left him.I kept my expression blank, refusing to fall into the wave of memories forcing their way into my chest. The nostalgia was warm… too warm. I cleared my throat softly, staring at the tiny crack in the marble floor instead of meeting Darius’s gaze. My palms felt damp, and my breathing was uneven. And I tried to do everything to avoid those eyes.Those dark, searchin

~~~ELENA.“Excuse me?” My brows snapped together at his words.“Yes, Elena,” Darius said without hesitation. “I would kill him for the second time. I would dig his grave and kill him over and over again if I could.”I stared at him like he had completely lost his mind.“You are crazy.”His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening in a way that made my chest feel tight. “He could have helped you without marrying you. He didn’t need to put a ring on your finger. How dare another man claim what belonged to me?”I parted my lips to argue, to scream, and to remind him that he had lost the right to say anything about my life but the words died in my throat.Because he meant it.There was no exaggeration in his tone. No anger just for show. This wasn’t pride speaking. This was something deeper, something raw, ugly, and possessive.Gods, how could a person be so jealous that even death wasn’t enough?How could he want to kill a man who was already gone?“You don’t get to say that,” I finally said, m

~~~DARIUS.“We found her!”Ronan barged into my office, and my eyes shot up immediately.“What?” I asked.“We found her. That woman,” he said again, his voice tight with urgency. “I’ve found her.”The scrolls slipped from my hands and scattered across the floor as I stood up slowly. My heart was already pounding.It had been three days since the sketch was drawn. Three days since her face was plastered across every corner of the pack. Three days of waiting, watching, and hunting.And now…“How?” I asked again, my voice low.“It is as we suspected,” Ronan said. “She is a sorceress.”“What?” The word left my mouth sharper than I intended.“Last night,” he continued, “an old woman came to me in secret. She said she was risking everything by speaking. Turns out… all the hidden mages and witches in this pack hate her.”I stiffened. “Hidden?”“They fear her,” Ronan added. “Not because she is powerful alone, but because she works without loyalty. She sells her craft to anyone who pays enough

~~~ELENA.It had been days since Darius mentioned he was investigating what happened years ago, and days since he had gone completely silent about it.And that silence bothered me more than any argument ever could.Darius was not the kind of man who let things go. He never had been. If something troubled him, he tore at it until he reached the bone. So this sudden quiet, this careful avoidance, felt wrong.He hadn’t been cruel nor distant in an obvious way either.But he came home late at night, long after I was asleep, and left the manor before dawn, before I could even open my eyes.It felt deliberate, like he was shielding me from something… or shielding himself.By the third night, I couldn’t take it anymore.So I sent word to him that I wanted to see him and that I’d be waiting in the garden.The night air was cool when I got there. The flowers were in full bloom, their scent heavy and sweet, but it did nothing to calm the tight feeling in my chest. I walked slowly along the ston