Todos los capítulos de RISE OF THE SCORNED LUNA: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

ARLO I wasn’t planning on staying long.In and out. Grab the document I stupidly left behind in my old study at the Midnight Pack mansion and leave. No drama and no lingering. Cassius couldn’t meet me here.That was the plan.The house was quiet in that too-clean, too-grand way that always made me feel like I was being watched by the ghosts of my lycan ancestors and expectations. Slipping through the side entrance, I headed straight for the study, boots echoing softly on the marble floors. I was halfway rummaging through my desk drawers when a shadow blocked the doorway.“Of course it’s you.”Andre. I turned around slowly, already tired in advance.His frame filled the space, arms crossed, eyes burning with that familiar mix of resentment and fury. He looked rougher than last time, hair unkempt, shirt untucked, eyes sunken. Great. Just what I needed.“Not in the mood,” I said, grabbing the file I needed and walking towards the door he blocked, already stepping past him.He shoved

CAMILE My eyelids fluttered open to soft sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains, the kind that made everything look deceptively peaceful. Then everything slammed back in at once. The alley. The white handkerchief. Darkness. I bolted upright, heart hammering, expecting ropes biting into my wrists or ankles, some dingy basement reeking of damp concrete. But no. All I felt were silk sheets tangling around my legs, a plush comforter kicked to the foot of the bed. With my heart slamming in my chest, I looked around. The room was luxurious, all cream walls and polished wood furniture, like a high-end cabin retreat. My clothes were still on, untouched. No bruises, no signs of... anything. But that didn't ease the knot in my stomach. I was kidnapped, drugged in a freaking alley. This had to be a trap.Quickly, I swung my legs over the edge, bare feet sinking into a thick rug. My bag was gone, phone too. I patted my pockets frantically. Empty. I walked out of the bedroom which lead

CAMILE Kael's words hung in the air like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile walls I was starting to build around my heart. I froze, my mouth parting in disbelief. The gravel under my feet felt unsteady, like the ground itself was shifting. Called off? “W-what?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “You... you ended it? Why? What do you mean?”He exhaled sharply, his broad shoulders slumping just a fraction as the fury drained from his eyes, replaced by something softer, more urgent. “It was bitterness and anger that made Yara pull this stunt today. She's lashing out because—”“Because what?” I pressed, stepping closer despite myself, my pulse thundering in my ears. “Kael, tell me. If it's over, why didn't you say something sooner? Why let me think—“He shook his head, jaw tightening as he glanced away, toward the shadowed woods. “I can’t comment on that,” he said.The finality in his tone made me even more confused.“What?” I blinked at him, but he didn’t respond. In

CAMILE "Fuck," Kael growled low and rough against my lips, the word vibrating through me as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth. We were tangled in the massive bed of the island villa, sheets twisted and soaked beneath us, our bodies slick with sweat and the sticky remnants of cum from hours of relentless pleasure. This was our sixth round since the proposal. We weren’t able to keep our hands to ourselves anymore. I was sandwiched between them, naked and trembling, my skin flushed and marked from their touches, bites on my shoulders, fingerprints on my hips.Kael pressed against my back, his hard chest heaving as he kissed me fiercely, one arm banded around my waist to hold me steady. Arlo was in front, his lips trailing hot paths down my neck and collarbone, worshipping every inch. His hand slid up, fingers wrapping loosely around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough pressure to send sparks of heat pooling low in my belly. The light choke made my pulse race, my b

CAMILE I knew something was wrong the moment the car stopped beside me.I didn’t even hear it approach. There was no engine growl, no rush of air, just the sudden presence of black metal and tinted windows sliding into my peripheral vision like a shadow. I slowed instinctively, my hand tightening around my bag.The door opened.Two men in crisp uniforms stepped out, their postures rigid, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. One flashed a gleaming emblem, a snarling wolf etched in gold, the mark of the royal alphas. “Camile Whitebrock,” the taller one said, his voice flat and unyielding. “You’re needed at the council house. Get in.”“What?” I froze, the bag slipping from my fingers to the ground. By whose order? I need to call—““No phones,” the other interrupted, snatching my purse before I could react. He rifled through it, pulling out my device and tucking it into his pocket. “Alphas command. Move.”It wasn't an invitation; it was a kidnapping dressed in protocol.The door shut beh