Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hiding His Heir: The Rejected Luna’s Return: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The darkness Silas Blackwood fell into was not a vacuum; it was a memory. It was the collective weight of every Alpha who had ever put duty before the heart, a pressurized silence that sought to crush the gold-and-sapphire threads of his soul back into the dust of the North. For an eternity—or perhaps just a few seconds of heart-stopping terror—he was suspended in the "Trial of the Mates," forced to watch a flickering loop of the night he broke Lyra Thorne’s spirit.Every time the silver dagger came down, a piece of his new, Shadow-Stalker skin cracked."Do you finally see it, Alpha?" the Silver-Crest Queen’s voice echoed in the void, sounding like the grinding of tectonic plates. "You didn't just reject a girl. You rejected the very frequency that keeps the world from unraveling. You are a debt-collector who has finally realized he is bankrupt.""I am... more than my mistakes," Silas wheezed, his gold eyes glowing in the dark. He didn't try to fight the m

The courtyard of the Blackwood Keep had become a graveyard of hierarchies. Pack warriors, who had once sneered at "rogues," were now fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the Shadow Claws. The distinction between the "Pure" and the "Defective" had been incinerated by the reality of the Blood-Moon’s hunger.Lyra stood in the center of the chaos, a goddess of war in a gown of violet silk. She didn't move her feet; she moved reality. Every time a vampire lunged for her, she simply stepped through a shadow and materialied behind them, her obsidian blade turning them to ash before they could even scent her.But for every ten vampires she killed, twenty more seemed to pour through the east gate. The Blood-Moon King was throwing his entire species into this siege, desperate to reclaim the Star-Born heir."They’re targeting the South Wing archives!" Hokan shouted, his ember-eyes bright with a frantic light. "Lyra, if they get the records of the Silver-Crest, they can

The summit of the Solaris Spire was a theatre of the end. The air was so thin it tasted of cold iron, and the pressure from the crimson vortex above made Lyra’s shadow-wings feel like lead weights. She stood at the edge of the circular platform, her sapphire eyes fixed on the woman who had spent three years trying to erase her.Isabella Vance was no longer a person; she was a manifestation of the Moon Goddess’s jealousy. Her skin was a translucent, shifting silver, and her diamond-eyes were devoid of any human memory. She held Kaelen with a possessive, terrifying grip, the silver-wire of his cage pulsing with a dark, rhythmic energy."You’re late, Lyra," Isabella said, her voice a sound of pure, celestial music that made the surrounding air vibrate. "The portal is fully anchored. The Erasure has reached the Crystal City. The North as you knew it is already a memory.""I don't care about the North, Isabella," Lyra said, her voice dropping to a low, lethal v

The forest beyond the Blackwood Keep was a graveyard of "Evolved" vampires by the time the moon reached its zenith. Lyra, in her massive white wolf form, had moved through the trees like a cleansing fire. The Blood-Moon King had been cornered in the "Ravine of Rejection"—the very spot where Silas had almost finished what he started three years ago.The King, a creature of pale skin and black pits for eyes, cowered against the rocks. "You... you cannot kill me, Star-Born! I am the anchor! If I die, the portal stays open forever!"Lyra didn't growl. She didn't speak with human words. She simply stepped forward, her massive sapphire eyes reflecting the King’s terror. She leaned down, her scent of silver-lilies overwhelming his scent of death, and inhaled.She didn't bite him. She unwove him.The white-and-violet light from her fur flowed into the vampire King, neutralizing his dark alchemy. He didn't turn to ash; he turned back into a man—a mortal, t

The transition from life to the void was not a scream; it was a sigh. As Silas’s gold-veined hand twisted the obsidian blade in Lyra’s chest, the world didn't explode. It went silent. The roar of the Creator, the crackle of the Solaris Spire, and even the frantic beating of Kaelen’s heart were all swallowed by a thick, velvety darkness that smelled of ancient snow and the first breath of the moon.Lyra looked into Silas’s eyes—the solid, glowing gold pits of a man who had surrendered his sanity to the heavens. She didn't feel the pain of the steel. She felt the heavy, crushing weight of a cycle repeating. Rejected. Erased. Dead."Together," Silas’s voice echoed in her mind, but it was distorted, layered with the high-frequency hum of the Creator. "In the Silence, we are finally... one."But Lyra Thorne had spent three years learning how to live in the dark. She knew that the Silence was not a sanctuary; it was a harvest. She reached up, her fingers closing