Semua Bab Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The silence that followed the Great Blackout was louder than any battle cry. When Lyra finally opened her eyes, she was no longer in the golden hell of the Sun King or the silver judgment of the Goddess. She was lying in the cold, gray ash of the Silver Peaks. The sky above was a bruised violet, stripped of its celestial tyrants but also stripped of its light.Kaelen was gone.The weight in her arms—the warmth of her son’s body—had been replaced by the chilling vacuum of the Void. The memory of his small, violet-glowing hand protruding from her heart was a physical wound that refused to close. He hadn't just left; he had been harvested.Beside her, Silas Blackwood was a silhouette of broken marble. His new gold-and-sapphire skin was dull, covered in the soot of the Creator’s passing. He didn't move for a long time, his gaze fixed on the spot where their son had vanished. The Alpha who had once thought he could command the moon was now just a man staring in

The moment Silas’s fingers closed around Lyra’s wrist, the High Solarium ceased to exist.A "Mate Spark"—the primal, electric resonance of two souls finally touching after a prolonged separation—exploded between them. It wasn't the soft warmth of a fated match; it was the violent, chaotic feedback of a bond that had been broken, unwoven, and then forcibly reforged in the fires of the Void.Lyra gasped, her body arching as a jolt of pure, unadulterated energy surged through her marrow. Silas let out a guttural sound, his pupils blowing wide, his golden-and-sapphire skin erupting in a blinding radiance.The shadows in the room went wild. They rose up like a solid wall, circling them in a black cyclone that blocked out the rest of the world. In the center of the storm, there was only the heat of his skin and the frantic, syncopated rhythm of their heartbeats."Lyra..." Silas whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. He wasn't the Alpha-

Midnight arrived with a sound like a tolling bell.The joint forces of the Blackwood Pack and the Shadow Claws stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the low-frequency vibration of the Creator’s magic. The Silver Peaks were no longer purple; they were a solid, light-absorbing black.Lyra stood at the front of the line, her obsidian blade glowing with a violent, flickering violet light. Silas stood beside her, his gold-and-sapphire aura a steady, protective shield against the chilling wind."The entrance to the Silence is at the heart of the Black-Glass Falls," Hokan reported, his voice tight. "The barrier is thin there. But once you cross, the laws of the physical world no longer apply. You will be fighting with your souls, not your claws.""I have no soul left to lose," Lyra said, her voice a low, lethal vibration.Silas looked at her, his jaw tightening. "You have mine. Remember that."

The Grey Chamber was a theatre of self-loathing. Lyra stood in the center, her obsidian blade appearing in her hand, but the metal felt heavy, as if it were made of her own sins. The shadows around her didn't respond to her command; they were being pulled toward the ghost of her father, feeding the white fire in his eyes."You think you’re a queen?" Silas Thorne’s ghost taunted, his form flickering like a dying candle. "You’re just a girl who ran away. You built a kingdom on the bones of outcasts because you were too weak to face your own pack. You used the Shadow to hide the fact that you are still the scentless, broken thing I disowned.""Shut up," Lyra hissed, her sapphire eyes glowing with a frantic light."Is he wrong?" the image of the eighteen-year-old Lyra asked, stepping forward from the oily mist. The younger version of her was covered in the soot and tears of the Rejection Night. Her charcoal dress was torn, her eyes wide with a terror that made

Fenris stood on the ridge, a titan of liquid gold against the bruised violet sky. His presence acted as a grounding rod, stabilizing the volatile magic of the graveyard and giving Lyra and Silas a moment to breathe."The Creator is a frequency, Lyra," Fenris said, his voice a sound of shifting tectonic plates. "He cannot be killed by a blade or a bite. He can only be replaced. He is using Kaelen’s heart as the anchor because Kaelen possesses the 'Total Bloodline'—the Silver-Crest, the Blackwood, and the Star-Born. He is the only bridge strong enough to carry the weight of the Void.""How do we break the bridge?" Silas asked, standing up with a grunt of pain, his marble-white skin slowly regaining its gold-and-sapphire glow."You don't break it," Fenris said, his gaze fixing on the giant violet figure atop the ziggurat. "You reclaim it. You must provide a stronger anchor. A soul-bond that is more powerful than the Creator’s hunger.""The Mate Spark