Semua Bab Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Bab 61 - Bab 70

MERRIN’S POVI should have killed her.I had promised myself that day would come.A thousand times, I replayed it in my head.Her scream.Her blood slick on my hands.The girl who took my eye.The girl who ruined my life.Violet.She stood in my secret room, shaking, surrounded by her own painted face.Every version of her, I had hated.Every version, I had watched grow.I waited for the perfect moment to kill her, only to discover, when we finally met, that she was my mate.That changed everything.I couldn’t kill her without killing myself. So I changed my plan. If I couldn’t end her life, I would break her instead. Torture her. Make her pay.Yet she had the nerve to walk into my secret room, dragging out the past I had fought so hard to bury.The rage I tried to forget.The hate I tried to silence.But today, it ends.I don’t care if she’s my mate.I don’t care what it costs me.I stared at Violet, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles burned.I had to end her.Right now.But not

VIOLET’S POVDarkness.Cold stone pressed against my back, unyielding and damp. The chill seeped into my bones, wrapping around my spine like fingers made of ice.Silver-infused chains bit into my wrists and ankles, vibrating against my skin, suppressing my wolf until it felt distant. Pain throbbed at my neck where I’d been struck. Every muscle screamed as though I’d been torn apart and stitched back together wrong. My head spun. My mouth tasted like blood and dust.I blinked slowly, forcing my eyes to focus.This wasn’t the slave quarters.No.This was worse.The punishment dungeon.Hidden beneath the palace itself. A place whispered about in fear, reserved for traitors of royal blood.My breath hitched.I struggled to stand. My legs buckled beneath me. My hands shook violently as the chains rattled, their sound echoing off the stone walls like mockery. I tried to scream…Nothing.The chains didn’t just bind me.They silenced me.Inside, my wolf snarled and thrashed, but even her fu

CELINE’S POVThe club was loud.Too loud.Bass slammed through the floor and climbed straight into my bones, vibrating my ribs, rattling my teeth. Neon lights bled pink and blue through the haze, slicing through cigarette smoke and the sour sting of spilled alcohol. The air was thick… perfume layered over sweat, heat clinging to skin, the unmistakable scent of bad decisions waiting to happen.Perfect.I lifted my glass and drank.The liquor burned going down.I drank again anyway.Emily was already tipsy, her laughter too sharp, too careless. Mirella was worse… leaned back like she owned the place, cigarette balanced between her fingers, smoke curling above her head like a twisted crown.Onstage, the karaoke machine howled.Some drunk wolf butchered a love song, voice cracking, lyrics bleeding into nonsense.We laughed.Gods, we laughed hard.Because for the first time in a very long time…Violet Was Where She Belonged!In the dungeons.Emily slammed her glass onto the table, liquid s

QUEEN HELENA’S POVIt was late.The palace corridors were quiet, almost empty. I moved like a shadow, my soft heels whispering against polished marble. My heart thumped in my chest, steady, yet tense, like a warning drum.I couldn’t let anyone see me. Not the servants. Not the guards. Not anyone. Tonight was too important.I had to meet the Council elders. They would listen to me… only me.I had a plan.A way to rid myself of Violet. That girl. That cursed girl who dared to cross my path. Who dared to touch Merrin when he was mine.My son. Mine. Alone.I adjusted the cloak over my shoulders, hiding my face beneath the hood, and quickened my pace. My steps echoed faintly, swallowed by the stillness of the night.My mind raced, recalling every humiliation Violet had inflicted, every subtle way she wormed herself closer to Merrin. Every time he smiled at her, lingered near her… while I, his mother, had been pushed aside.And now here I was, sneaking out like a thief in my own palace.A m

SILVAN’S POVMy secret room smelled of oil and cold steel.It lay beneath the palace, buried deep under stone and silence, hidden behind a wall that answered only to my blood.No windows.No sound.Just racks of weapons lining the walls and the low, constant hum of power vibrating through the floor.Today, the room felt alive.A man rolled in a black metal case and set it carefully on the table. His hands trembled as he unlocked it, metal clicking sharply in the quiet.The lid lifted.Inside were guns.Not ordinary ones.Silver.Pure.Deadly.The bullets shimmered faintly beneath the harsh white light.“One shot,” the man said in a hushed voice, “can kill even an Alpha.”My heart slammed violently against my ribs.Then I laughed.I couldn’t stop it.The sound tore out of my throat, sharp, wild, fractured, like something broken inside me had finally snapped free.“You can leave,” I told the man, tossing a bag of money at his feet.He caught it, bowed once, and hurried out.My guards re