Semua Bab The Crippled Alpha’s Hidden Luna: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The Ceremony Under the MoonPOV: MilaThe morning of the wedding ceremony started early. Women from the village came to my room before the sun had fully risen. They carried baskets filled with oils, combs, ribbons, and fresh flowers. Lira was with them, her face calm but her eyes soft with something like sympathy. They sat me on a low stool in front of a small mirror and began to work. One woman brushed my hair until it shone. Another rubbed scented oil into my skin—lavender and something earthy that smelled of the forest. A third painted my eyelids with soft gray powder and lined them with black. They wove tiny white flowers into my hair, then draped a long veil over my shoulders that fell to my waist. The dress they had chosen for me was deep blue with silver threads running through the sleeves and hem. It hugged my body in a way that felt strange—beautiful, but not mine. They tied the sash around my waist and stepped back to look at me.“You look like a Luna,” one woman said, smili

The Door That LiesPOV: MilaThe square stayed quiet for only a heartbeat after Sara said she had proof. Then the murmurs started—low at first, like wind moving through leaves, then louder, and spreading through the crowd like fire catching dry grass. People leaned forward. Women whispered to each other behind their hands. Men crossed their arms and frowned. Children stopped playing and stared. The elders on the platform shifted in their seats, eyes moving from Sara to Kael to me and back again. The air felt thick. Heavy. Everyone was waiting. Waiting to see what Kael would do. Waiting to see if he would deny it again or if he would finally break.Kael’s grip on my arm was so tight now I felt the bones press together. His breathing had changed—short, sharp, like he was trying to keep control but losing it. His face stayed calm on the outside, but I saw the restlessness underneath. His jaw clenched and unclenched. His eyes flicked from Sara to the elders, then to the crowd, then back to

Guarded DoorsPOV: MilaI paced around the small room for hours after the ceremony had ended. The veil and dress still hung on the hook by the bed, serving as a reminder of what had almost happened. My mind would not stop turning over everything. Sara had been right—I knew it deep down. Her story fit too perfectly. The way she described the hidden room. The way she knew things only Kael could have told her. The fear in her voice when she spoke about his threats. But the room was gone. The door opened to nothing but a wall. Solid stone. No chamber. No proof. How? How could a room disappear like that? I kept picturing it—the way the wood creaked when Kael pushed the door open, the way the torchlight hit the blank stone, the way Sara’s face crumpled in confusion and tears. She had been so certain. So sure that it did not make sense. Someone had changed it. Someone had hidden it. Kael. It had to be Kael. He had built the wall. He had covered it up. But why? Because he knew it would prove

Proof In The DarkPov: Mila I peeked around the lantern stand. The guards were swinging the shovel, and hitting the cement. Chunks fell and rose as they both worked fast. The smell grew stronger—rotting, thick, and choking. I gagged silently. What kind of smell was that? Death. Decay. Something human. Something that had once been alive.The men grunted as they worked. One of them swung the shovel again, cracking the cement. Chunks fell. Dust rose. They were breaking the wall down completely now. I stayed hidden behind the lantern stand, barely breathing, with my heart pounding. I wondered if the body was Sara’s. Had he killed her already? Had he silenced her before she could show more proof? The thought made my chest tight. I could not let that happen. I could not let him get away with this.The wall crumbled more and the men stopped swinging and started pulling pieces away with their hands. I heard the men grunt from the other side. “Heavy,” one said. “Lift from the legs.”The othe

The Mother’s Blame POV: MilaLira and I stepped into the brothel. The air was thick with smoke and perfume. Women lounged on cushions, some half-naked, some fully naked, touching themselves or each other. Men sat among them, drinking, laughing, and reaching out. Music played low from a corner, drums and strings mixing with moans. I stared at what was before me. The shock hit me hard. This was where Sara lived? This was her home? My stomach turned. I felt sad for her. Angry for her. Worried even more.An older lady came toward us. She looked at Lira, ignoring me. “What are you looking for here, maid? This is no place for Kael’s servants.”Lira leaned in and whispered something in her ear. The lady’s eyes widened slightly and then she nodded once, then called out. “Mara! Come here!”Another older lady came out from a back room. She had gray hair tied back and a tired face. She eyed me up and down, then turned and walked ahead without a word. Lira and I followed her through a narrow ha