Lahat ng Kabanata ng Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

VIOLET’S POVThe moment Merrin’s hands clamped around the Alpha’s throat, something inside me didn’t just snap…It hollowed out, like a cold cavern opening beneath my ribs.Not in some dramatic, heroic way.No.In that terrifying way when you suddenly understand someone might die right in front of you… and you might somehow be the reason.“Alpha, stop… please!”My voice cracked as I ran toward them, my footsteps echoing sharply against the marble.But Merrin didn’t hear me.Or maybe he refused to.His eyes burned, pure molten fire. His teeth were bared. Thick, roped veins bulged along his arms and neck as he tightened his grip, squeezing like he wanted to crush bone through flesh.The Alpha’s eyes were already bulging. His face was turning a bruised, grotesque purple. His legs kicked in weak, jerky spasms.And his guards…Dear goddess.His guards simply stood there.Frozen.Paralyzed.Their terror was so sharp it felt like a second presence in the room. They knew… everyone knew:No on

VIOLET’S POV The moment I reached the kitchen, the smell hit me first;A sharp, metallic scent, hot and wrong.Blood.Sophie and Zoey were both on the floor, bodies curled in pain, vomiting thick, red liquid.Three maids knelt beside them, pale and trembling, trying to hold them upright while shouting over one another.“Get water!” “She’s choking!” “Someone call the doctor… please!”My heart slammed against my ribs so violently I felt dizzy.“Sophie! Zoey!” I dropped to my knees, pulling them toward me.Their skin was burning. So hot it stung my palms.Sophie’s lips shook uncontrollably.Zoey’s eyes had rolled halfway back, white and terrifying.“Elder Ellis…” I fumbled with the small herb pouch he’d given me earlier. My hands shook. “Hold on. Please… hold on.”I crushed the herbs and forced them into their mouths, even as their bodies seized and convulsed beneath my hands.“Come on… come on… don’t leave me…”For a heartbeat… a horrible, suffocating heartbeat, the kitchen went qui

MIRELLA’S POVThe moment Alpha Merrin dragged Violet away… like a storm ripping the calm out of the air, the hall fell into a terrifying stillness.Too still.So still I could hear nothing but the violent drumming of my own heartbeat.Commander Nolan stepped toward us, Celine, Emily, and me.His face was carved with tension, his expression unreadable, the kind that made my stomach fold into itself.He bowed stiffly.“Lunas,” he said. His voice was low, but sharp enough to slice through bone. “You may hold your titles, but what happened today was obvious. Even if Lady Violet tried to take the blame… everyone saw the truth.”My chest tightened as though invisible hands were squeezing it.Nolan continued, tone dropping into something colder.“Thank the Moon Goddess that Alpha Merrin survived. If anything had happened to him, not one of you would be standing here right now.”The warning cracked across the hall like a slap.Then he turned and strode away.Celine scoffed, flipping her hair

VIOLET’S POVI closed my diary slowly, the pen still warm in my hand. The chandelier flickered, casting a soft golden glow that danced across the walls of my room.A month.A month since I married Merrin. My greatest enemy. My tormentor. The man I should despise… and yet.Sometimes he was cold. Hard. Angry. The kind of anger that made my skin crawl.Other times, he was… soft. Tender. Confusingly loving.And every time, my chest tightened, my stomach flipped, and I hated myself for noticing.I hated him. And I hated that I didn’t hate him enough.I sighed and leaned back against my chair. My fingers traced the edge of the diary, over its worn leather cover, feeling the grooves worn smooth by years of thoughts poured into it.Some days, the palace felt like a cage.Commander Nolan… once kind, once gentle toward me… now barely looked at me without a chill in his eyes.Queen Helena hated me with a passion. Yet… somehow, I felt at peace around her. I didn’t understand it.Celine, Emily, Mi

ZOELLA'S POVI grinned as I watched the long convoy of black cars fade down the palace driveway. Merrin was gone. Finally.Finally, I could breathe.Finally, I could move without the shadow of his ruthless gaze watching me like a hawk.And I intended to enjoy every second of it.No lectures. No warnings. No reminders of his power. Just me, free to stir a little chaos.A little revenge.I thought of Violet. My sister. The poor girl had been trapped in this hell called marriage, and now it was my turn to undo the wrongs my mother had inflicted… or at least… shake things up.I would find a way to pull Violet out of this hell called marriage… whether she wanted it or not. But that was a task for later.For now… Merrin’s wives….Celine.Emily.Mirella.Would feel exactly what Violet had felt. Isolation. Fear. The gnawing tension of being an outcast in a place that's holding only control and luxury.They had been cruel. So cruel. Not just to Violet, but to anyone in their path, the maids,