Todos os capítulos de From Betrayed Luna to Crowned Princess: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Ravena's POVThe perfume bottle suddenly slipped from my fingers and rolled across the marble floor, spinning until it stopped under the window. I didn’t even bother to pick it up. Something had changed in the air and I could feel it, deep in my bones. That scent… pinewood, wind, and smoke.Lucien… he was close.I didn't need anyone to tell me. I knew. My wolf knew.For a moment, I stood frozen, the brush still gripped in my other hand, half a streak of powder left on my cheek. I stared into the mirror, but I wasn’t seeing my reflection. I was seeing a memory of his face, the way his eyes softened when he called me by my name, the sincerity in his promise when he whispered that he would return.It had been one full year.One year since the king's guards arrived on our wedding night, demanding his presence on the battlefield. One year since he kissed my forehead, right after slipping the ring onto my finger. One year since he asked me to wait for him, with a half-smile that didn’t reac

Ravena's POVThe moment those words left his mouth, the room fell silent. No one moved, not even Garrick.Lucien was weighing it. Weighing me.Because in our world, when a high-ranking wolf rejects a bond, the one left behind bears the excruciating pain. Rejection shattered us. I had seen Omegas go mad from it, warriors crumbling, and healers losing their strength. It wasn’t just heartbreak—it was a slow, painful death from the inside out.Lucien knew that.And he was thinking about doing it anyway.Before I could speak, Garrick exploded.“You ungrateful girl!” he spat, slamming his hand against the side of his wheelchair. “How dare you speak of divorce in this house? Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”“I know exactly what I am saying,” I answered.“You will die out there! Once rejected, no pack will take you. You’ll be nothing. You’ll crawl, you’ll beg, and still they won’t let a discarded Luna into their land.”Astrid stepped forward, her voice softer but filled with fake sym

Lucien's POVAfter the celebration ended, I slumped into my seat, my whole body sinking into the cushions as the noise from the hall faded into the distance. The flicker of candles caught my eyes, but my mind was elsewhere. I sat there, letting the taste of wine fade from my mouth, feeling the weight of the night settle over my shoulders. My thoughts slipped, uninvited, back to Ravena.The way she used to smile when she thought I wasn’t looking. The way she carried herself in front of the pack, steady and proud, even when the weight was too much for one person. I remembered the mornings when she would wait for me at the table, with warm bread in her hands, pretending she had been there all along. I remembered the night she laughed for the first time after we got engaged.And then I remembered everything I had done since. The sharp words. The cold silences. The way I brought Astrid into her home like it was mine to do with as I pleased.For a brief moment, guilt bit at me. Her parents,

Ravena's POVWe stood at the edge of the training field, surrounded by the voices of pack members, all eager for a show.Lucien stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders with that calm, cold confidence he always wore. “Give up quickly, Ravena. Do it now and save yourself the shame. Otherwise, I will break you, and it will not be gentle.”“Stop talking and get on the stage, Lucien. I am tired of your warnings.”A murmur spread through the crowd. Some gasped at my words, while others cheered louder, thrilled by the boldness of it.We stepped into the marked circle and faced each other. Then the official raised his hand and for a moment, everything stilled, with only the crackle of energy between us breaking the silence.“Begin!”I immediately rushed forward, my feet striking the ground hard. Before Lucien could react, my fist landed on his jaw and the sound of the force echoed like a strike of thunder.Gasps tore from the crowd as Lucien staggered back. Shock registered on his face befo

Ravena's POVLucien’s father sat tall in his chair, his gaze sharp and commanding. “Now that you have come to your senses, you will prepare the wedding banquet for Lucien and Astrid. It must be grand, worthy of this pack’s name. Nothing less than perfection.”Astrid’s lips curled into a smug little smile. “Yes. It should be the best this pack has ever seen. Everyone should remember it.” She then turned her to Lucien as if he was already her prize, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. He did not move away, though his jaw tightened.My heart pounded loudly in my chest, but my expression remained calm. “Of course. I will arrange a wedding that will satisfy everyone. I will spend what is needed and I will even bring in palace chefs to prepare the dishes.”Astrid clasped her hands in delight. “Palace chefs? How wonderful. It will show the people the respect they deserve. They will love me more for it.”Lucien still said nothing. He just stood there with his arms folded, his eyes on m