Semua Bab Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Bab 91 - Bab 100

SILVAN’S POVThey crowned me like a king.Like I ever had a choice.The hall still smelled of burning incense and cold iron when I closed my eyes. Elders’ chants echoed through my skull, heavy and endless, while the crown pressed down on me… gold, ancient, suffocating.Unwanted.Wilfred stood beside me that day.Calm. Loyal. Silent.A liar.He told me we were visiting the elders to discuss border patrol. Nothing more. I walked into that chamber without armor, without suspicion… and walked out as Alpha of Luna-Light.I should have felt powerful.Instead, I felt caged.Because the moment the crown touched my head, the guards multiplied. Shadows followed me through every corridor. Doors began closing behind me with locks I had never noticed before.And Violet…Violet was still trapped inside Wolves-Heaven.For weeks, I searched for a way in.For weeks, I waited for news.For weeks, rage burned beneath my ribs like a slow, starving fire.I should have been Alpha two months ago, standing am

MERRIN’S POVThe palace has never been this loud.And it has never felt this hollow.The kind of hollow that echoes inside your chest.Servants whisper in corners.Doors close softer than usual.Footsteps slow when I pass.But the loudest thing in this entire palace…is the silence behind Violet’s door.It presses against my ribs.It claws.She has not come out all night.Not for dinner.Not even for me.And she always comes for me.Normally, she appears at my door every night, pretending she just “happened” to be passing by. She sits on the edge of my bed. She steals my pillow. Sometimes she falls asleep here like she belongs.Like she was always meant to.Tonight…her door is locked.I stand outside it now.The corridor smells of crushed lavender oil and old stone chilled by night air.The scent used to calm me.Tonight, it feels like mourning.I knock once.Soft.“Violet.”Nothing.I press my palm against the door.It’s warm from the fire burning inside.She’s there.“I know you’re

VIOLET’S POVI wake before the sun.For a few seconds, I don’t know where I am.Then I smell it.Cold marble.Ancient stone.Rose oil soaked into the curtains.The palace.My chest tightens.I stare at the carved ceiling above me, shadows stretching like claws in the dim light.I couldn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father on his knees.I heard Queen Helena’s voice.“You only bring bad luck.”Sleep took me for a short while. I wish it had lasted longer. But whether I like it or not… I have a role to play here.I am the Alpha’s personal assistant.And this palace watches everything.Every breath.Every mistake.Every weakness.If I break, they win.I sit up slowly.The sheets whisper against my skin.I rush to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. It shocks my skin and steals the air from my lungs.My reflection looks pale. Older.Like the girl I used to be died somewhere between betrayal and survival.“Get up,” I whisper to myself.I take a quick bath and dres

ZOELLA’S POVThe book smelled like dust… and something older.Something buried.Something that did not want to be remembered.It lay open on my lap.Ancient Laws and Punishments of Wolves-Heaven.The leather was cracked like dried skin.The ink had faded to a bruised gray.But my mother’s name…Lady Saraphina…was still sharp.Still visible.Still dangerous.Threats.Exploitation.Manipulation.The accusations bled across the page like wounds that had never healed.I dragged my fingers across the ink.A spoon clanged against a bowl behind me.“You’re still reading that thing?”Nolan’s voice was dry. Irritated.I didn’t look up.“You’re still breathing?”Silence.Then footsteps.Heavy. Slow. Annoyed.He stopped in front of me.“Zoey,” he said, tired. “Go home.”I slowly lifted my head.“Go… home?”“Yes.”The words hit me like a slap.“I stayed by you,” I said slowly. “For two months, I kept coming to this apartment from Ellis Place to bring you food and supplies.”My voice turned cold.

EMILY’S POVIt has been a full day.A full, miserable, humiliating day.I told Zoella everything.Every word Elder Ellis said.Every truth about the mate bond.Every detail about how Violet stole her destiny.And what happened?Nothing.Absolutely nothing.They walked together this morning.They laughed together.Zoella braided Violet’s hair in the courtyard like they were little girls again.Like I had said nothing.Like I was the liar.I stand on my bedroom balcony, my fingers gripping the cold stone railing until my knuckles turn white.Celine stands behind me. Mirella sits inside my room, tapping her foot hard against the floor, her anger filling the air.Below us, Violet leans close to Zoella and whispers something soft.Zoella throws her head back and laughs.The sound floats up to me.Bright. Warm.It cuts into my skin like shards of glass.“Look at them,” Celine says beside me, her voice low and sharp. “They’re closer now. Closer than ever.”“I see that,” I snapped.Celine lea