บททั้งหมดของ Reborn of the Betrayed Luna: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Melody's POVI opened it, though my gut was screaming that I should have just slammed the door shut in her face."Do we have one of those kinds of relationships where you can just stop by whenever you feel like it?" I said icily as Jewel crossed the threshold, the smell of her designer perfume wafting through the air.She came to a stop right in front of me, her chin raised a little way up in that familiar haughtiness of hers. "How do I regard you?" she asked, her lips twisting into a sneer. "You can address me as Melody Madison—that is my name, if you've forgotten it.""But now that we're love competitors, how do I call you?” she went on, her voice thick with feigned sweetnessLove rivals? Even my wolf sat up in shock at the absurdity streaming from her lips.I stared at her, unimpressed. "What level of delusion are you under?""Yes," she asserted, "now we are enemies. Now that I'm with Jay, I guess we can't be on speaking terms anymore.Jewel's lips bent up into a smug smile, as if

Melody's POVDoctor Evelyn rushed into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the ground. She halted for a heartbeat, taking a sharp intake of breath as her eyes set on the battered wolf lying lifeless in front of her."My goodness…" she whispered to herself, already hurrying towards us. Her hands fluttered to her bag as she faced me. "Miss, you must get out of the way."The words were unmistakable, yet my body did not want to listen. I was frozen where I stood, unable to look away."Melody."My father's voice was weary and low but imbued with authority. Cold, unyielding fingers wrapped around my bicep, pulling me back. My limbs felt liquid, my movements awkward as I trailed after him like a rag doll.My head was a tempest, thoughts crashing but never coalescing into anything tangible. The floor felt like it was tilting beneath my feet, my ears screaming with a persistent ringing. Yet my gaze remained trained on Doctor Evelyn as she circled Alpha Don, her hands swift and efficient.He

Melody's POVIn spite of him rolling away, he still refused to open his eyes. His human body was limp against the blankets, and the sight was somehow even more tragic than his wolf's had been. At least when he had been a wolf, there was something strong about him—muscle, fur, and the strength of the beast that lived inside of him. But now, all stripped away, he seemed fragile.His skin was pale and had lost its normal color, with colorful bruises spread over his body from the fight he had been involved in. Bandages covered his chest, his arms, and half his face. His lips were parched, and his breathing was shallow.Nevertheless, I took solace in the trivial things. I leaned forward, bending over him, and set a shaking finger under his nostrils. The soft caress of warm air against my skin reassured me that life still existed within him. His chest went up and down—slowly, but consistently. He was no longer balancing on the precipice of death.A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and my sho

Melody's POVThe whiff of well-worn leather and cedar hung in the air as I stood in my father's study, heart pounding harder than I'd like. The sun had set early in the evening, casting a golden glow through the high windows, illuminating the wooden floor in streaks. Alpha Andrew, my dad -- sat behind his massive mahogany desk, fingers clasped together, his sharp eyes darting between Alpha Don Carter and myself. Don sat quietly in front of him, back straight but relaxed, like he had an office of his own.The two alphas were tense with each other, but there was also a curious undercurrent of respect for one another.First things first," Don started, his low voice calm and genuine, "thank you, Alpha Andrew, for having saved my life. If not for you and your fighters, I'd be dead right now."My dad nodded slightly, his voice strict but not unpleasant. "I'm aware my daughter has picked you, Don." I see it in the manner in which she glances at you and the manner in which she stands up for y

Melody's POVThe sunlight filtered through the lacy curtains of my room, creating soft golden glows that lay upon the floor. I was half-asleep still, from the troubled sleep of the previous night, when I heard a gentle knock on my door."Lady Melody, a letter for you," a maid said.I stood up from the side of the bed, straightening my dress while I took the creased parchment from her. My heart missed a beat when I recognized the handwriting on the cover—Maya's.It had been months since I'd heard from her. She had once been one of my closest friends, a confidante who remained beside me through some of the worst hours of my life. But as the weight of responsibility mounted and my universe became mired in politics, power struggles, and survival, I had allowed her presence to slip away like sand through my hands.I opened the seal with shaking fingers.The note within was brief, penned in irregular lines that showed reluctance and agony."I believed that we were friends. But you have not