All Chapters of BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LUCY’S POV I stormed out of Adrian’s room, slamming the heavy double doors behind me. My pulse hammered against my ribs like something alive and furious. My cheeks were burning, my breathing frantic, and my robe....goddess....my robe was barely hanging onto one shoulder, the thin silk sticking to my skin where sweat had gathered. I didn’t even realize until the night air hit me that the robe was practically transparent under the hallway lanterns. The palace corridor lights were always soft, warm, gold ...but in this moment, they felt like spotlights exposing every inch of me. I clutched the robe quickly, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to hide myself, trying not to look like a woman who had just begged. Begged. I hated that word. I hated what I had just done. I hated how he had looked at me....like I was something fragile, breakable, and worse… pitiful. I swallowed hard, forcing back the lump in my throat. I refused to cry. Crying was weakness. Crying made you small. Cr

LUCY POV The night felt heavier than usual, like the air itself knew something was wrong. My father didn’t speak to me after we left the mansion. He walked ahead, back straight, the proud commander of the Council, while I followed close behind, my hands trembling inside my sleeves. The forest swallowed us quickly...the trees tall, old, and watching. I hated how familiar this path felt. I had only been to the Lunar Witch once before, when I was younger… before I understood what politics tasted like. Back then, I thought we came because I was “special.” Now I knew better. We didn’t come because I was special. We came because I was useful. The witch’s home appeared slowly out of the trees, more grown than built....branches bending into arches, leaves forming windows, moonlight sliding through cracks like silver water. It was beautiful, but in a way that made your bones remember fear. She was already outside. Small. Thin. Barefoot. Her hair long and white like frost. Eyes

Rose’s POV The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside my window. I moved slowly, almost mechanically, picking up boxes and placing things carefully inside. Every item I touched felt heavier than it was....like it carried memories of the life I was leaving behind. I paused for a moment, holding a stack of books in my hands, and glanced around the room. It had been mine for years, a small space where I could breathe, think, and exist without interference. And now… it felt like I was erasing myself from it, piece by piece. I pressed my lips together, biting back a sigh. This was the right choice. It had to be. Moving to a neighboring city, starting over, leaving everything behind....including Adrian...was the only way I could breathe again. I wasn’t naïve. I knew I wouldn’t forget him. Not ever. But I could try to survive without the constant pull of his presence, the memory of those impossible nights, the shock and confusion of being so drawn to

Rose’s POV I didn’t even realize how long I had been walking until the cool foreign breeze brushed against my cheeks. This new city smelled different....less crowded, less familiar, less everything I had been used to. Maybe that was why I chose it. Maybe that was why the moment I drove past the tall sign that said Welcome , something inside me whispered, Start over here. I didn’t know if starting over was even possible, not with how loud my thoughts still were… but I was trying. Trying was all I had left. My new apartment wasn’t far from the first set of shops I had seen while driving in earlier. I didn’t even unpack everything....just dropped the bags on the couch, breathed in the scent of fresh paint, and stared at the wall because silence was already too much. Too empty. Too open. Too easy for memories to crawl through. That was when I saw the small paper flier on my counter....the one my new neighbor slipped under the door earlier. A cozy bar with live music.

ADRIAN POV The moment I walked into the conference room, something felt wrong. I didn’t know what it was at first—maybe the silence, maybe the way everyone looked tense— But then I scanned the room. And her seat was empty. Rose never missed meetings. Never. She might show up late with coffee stains on her shirt or with her hair a bit messy from running around that morning—but she always showed. And today she wasn’t there. Not her bag. Not her notebook. Not the cup of iced coffee she always brought even when the AC was freezing cold. Nothing. My chest tightened instantly. I tried to hide it, but I knew Caleb saw the shift in my expression. “Where is Rose?” I asked, trying to sound casual… but the words came out too sharp. Too fast. Too concerned. No one spoke. They looked at each other instead, the kind of look people exchange when bad news is about to be delivered. I repeated, slower this time. “Where. Is. She?” Finally, one of the staff members cleared her throat. “S