Alle Kapitel von BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Adrian’s POV I didn’t even stop to breathe. Not once. The moment I left my room, my mind was a chaotic storm of thoughts, and my wolf inside me was howling with frustration, confusion, and anger. The glowing mark on Lucy’s arm, the scent of her, the way she had taken control of me without my consent—it all replayed relentlessly in my mind. I drove without direction at first, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles whitened, my breaths shallow and sharp. The city lights blurred past me as if the world itself refused to focus. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t process. The only thing I knew was that I needed Caleb. I needed him to tell me it wasn’t real. That it wasn’t possible for Lucy to have—that mark. The mark of a Luna, glowing on her flesh as if fate itself had carved it there, yet my heart didn’t feel what it was supposed to feel. I didn’t love her. Not now, not ever. And yet… the act had bonded us. The bond didn’t lie. The bond couldn’t lie. It was impossible. Impo

Rose’s POV The morning air was crisp, the dew soaking my shoes and brushing against my ankles as I ran through the woods. My legs burned, my lungs ached, but there was a strange sense of freedom in moving through the trees, away from the nightmare I had about Adrian the previous night, the city, away from everything I was trying to escape. I had been running for a while, trying to clear my mind, to let go of Adrian, of the past, of the lingering weight that followed me like a shadow. But then my foot caught on a hidden root, and I fell. Pain shot through my side as I hit the damp ground, and I groaned softly, pressing my hands to my skin. I tried to push myself up, but the angle was wrong, my ankle twisting painfully. I cursed under my breath. Suddenly, I sensed movement behind me. My heart jumped, my senses on high alert. “Who’s there?” I called, my voice wavering slightly. My mind raced. Was it a pervert? A psycho? Someone here to attack me? I swallowed hard and tried to get up,

Rose’s POV The memory of the last visit to this bar lingered in my mind like a faint, unsettling echo. I kept trying to convince myself it was just because it was my first time here that everyone had stared at me, maybe I had just looked out of place. I had to believe that, or I’d never step foot in here again. But despite the unease, I had found no other bar around that gave me the same atmosphere. The dim lighting, the soft low hum of music, the smell of aged spirits — it was comforting in a strange way, and I couldn’t stay away. I convinced myself that going back was an exercise in courage, in normalcy, in simply existing without feeling… abnormal. The streets were quiet that evening, the city bathed in the soft glow of neon lights, reflecting on puddles from the earlier rain. My heart thudded lightly, not from fear but from a strange anticipation, as though the night itself knew I was returning here, for reasons I didn’t yet understand. I pushed the door open and stepped inside

Adrian's POV The training room was the only place I could breathe. Steel, stone, sweat—those things made sense. Pain made sense. Rage made sense. What didn’t make sense was the glowing mark on Lucy’s skin, the way the world kept tilting every time I remembered it, the way my chest felt like it was being torn in two by names I wasn’t ready to say out loud. So I trained. Harder than I ever had. My fists slammed into the reinforced pillar again and again, cracks spider-webbing across the stone as power rolled off me in violent waves. My muscles burned, my bones screamed, but I didn’t slow down. I welcomed it. Pain was honest. Pain didn’t lie to you the way destiny did. I shifted mid-strike, claws ripping out as I tore into the dummy across the room. It flew back, smashing into the wall. I barely noticed. I needed this. If I stopped, I would think. And if I thought, I would remember Rose’s face… and Lucy’s mark. The door opened. I didn’t turn. I already knew who it was. Caleb

Rose POV I stood outside the building for a long time. Too long. People walked past me, entering and leaving like it was nothing. Like this place didn’t hold the power to change a life. Like it wasn’t intimidating. The building was tall. Glass everywhere. Clean. Perfect. I hugged my file closer to my chest and took a deep breath. My hands were shaking a little, and I hated that. I had promised myself I wouldn’t be scared. I had promised myself I would be brave in this new city. I whispered to myself, “You can do this.” This interview mattered. I had already left my old job. I had already left my old city. There was no turning back. If I failed here, I didn’t know what I would do next. I walked inside. The air was cold, and the floor reflected my shoes as I walked. Everything looked expensive. The people looked important. Everyone seemed to know where they were going, except me. I checked the directions on my phone again and followed the signs until I reached a waiting ar