บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

The first thing life taught me was this, it owed me nothing and it never would.You don’t realize how quietly a heart can break until you’re standing inside your own silence, wishing for someone, anyone to hear you. But in my world, the only thing that listened back was the echo of everything I'd lost before I even had the chance to hold it.I’ve always felt like I never belonged, not in this pack, and definitely not in the family I was placed with.The day I took my first breath, my mother took her last. My father, unable to survive the vacuum her death left behind, followed her soon after leaving me orphaned before I could even form a memory or so I was told. I know them only through a few faded photographs and not once have I ever felt their absence as love lost.Alpha Joe, our pack leader, handed me off like an unwanted gift to Ama and Vargos. For a while, a sweet cruel while, they treated me like their own. Until I was seven and Ama’s belly began to swell with new life.Then the

NARINE’S POVThe heavy thud of boots echoed through the narrow, rotten corridor rattling the very bones of this godforsaken place. A sharp shaft of light stabbed through the cracks of my dungeon, slicing across the filth-caked floor. The clatter of keys followed, then the groaning screech of rusted hinges. The cell door swung open with a whimper of protest.I didn’t bother turning my head.It didn’t matter who had come for me, they all blurred together now.There were no windows here. No clocks and No way to tell day from night."Oi, you still ain’t dead yet?" Tobias barked, his voice bounced off the stone walls like broken glass. I heard the dull thud of a tray dropping beside me."You're one strong little b*tch, I’ll give ya that," he muttered, almost admiringly, before spitting on the ground. "It’s been three years, can you believe it? This f*ck*n' pit stinks worse than a rotting sewer. Last time I’m comin’ down here, mark my words."Three years.The words slithered into my mind li

SARGIS POVI pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling the slow, throbbing pulse of an oncoming headache. It had been gnawing at me since the fifth pack visit today. I hadn’t nurtured high hopes of finding her, no, reality had long ago dulled that childish optimism but despite myself, a hollow disappointment still chewed at my insides.I leaned my forehead against the cool glass window, letting the scenery blur into a smear of dusky orange skies, skeletal tree limbs clawing at the heavens, and the occasional twinkling light of distant cabins tucked away. The sun was retreating, and with it, my already dwindling hope."How many more packs are left to visit, Lupercus?" I asked defeatedly."Seven more, Your Royal Highness," he answered. "In fact, we're pulling up to the next one."I hummed noncommittally, forcing my heavy limbs into action as the car rolled to a gentle stop. Before Lupercus could even reach for the door handle, I shoved it open and stepped into the cool evening air.The mom