Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Luna’s Secret Crown: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Onyx City did not sleep. It bled into a frantic, terrifying dawn.I stood on the highest stone balcony of the palace, looking out over the frozen harbor. The storm that had plagued our return from Ironhold had finally broken. The morning sky was a brittle, cloudless blue. The air was so cold it burned my lungs with every breath.I was not looking at the sky. I was looking at the horizon line where the dark ocean met the permanent ice shelf.It was glowing.It was not the soft, natural light of the rising sun. It was a harsh, blinding ribbon of solid gold stretching across the edge of the world."They are moving fast," Kaelen said quietly.The Prince of the West stood beside me. He leaned heavily on his wooden cane. The freezing wind whipped his dark hair around his bruised face. He stared at the golden line on the horizon, his single open eye filled with a complex, agonizing mixture of absolute terror and ingrained awe."The Sunburst Elite do not march," Kaelen explained, his breath p

The courtyard was a nightmare of melting gold and shattered iron. I gripped my broadsword tight. The handle was slick with freezing rain and Aurelian blood. I deflected a heavy thrust from a Sunburst soldier. I spun and kicked the side of his armored knee. He collapsed with a sharp cry. I drove my heavy iron pommel into his golden helmet to keep him down.Below the earth, my mate was hunting.The Alpha bond was not just a mental link. It was a raw, visceral tether connecting my soul directly to his. As I fought for my life under the blinding white sky of the siege, I felt the suffocating darkness of the deep catacombs. I felt the wet stone beneath Ashren's bare feet. I felt the absolute, murderous intent rolling off him in waves."Hold the gap!" Drax bellowed from his chair. His heavy steel mace dripped with gore.I fell back into the shield wall. My lungs burned with the toxic, sulfur-infused air. I looked at Kaelen. The prince was backed against a stone pillar. He had grabbed a disc

The crash of the dreadnought sent a tidal wave of boiling, oily water surging over the lower docks.Ashren kicked the debris of the watchtower roof aside. He helped me climb out of the attic and onto the jagged remains of the stone parapet. We looked down at the harbor.The golden ship was a twisted, burning ruin. It was sinking fast, its stern already submerged in the dark water. The steam rising from the wreck was thick enough to choke the seagulls circling overhead.A ragged, deafening cheer erupted from the courtyard below.The Northern defenders slammed their axes against their shields. They had just watched their Alpha and their Queen bring down a flying fortress with nothing but a chain and a wrench. For a moment, the biting cold and the overwhelming odds did not matter. They felt invincible.I did not cheer.I leaned against the broken stone crenellations, clutching my bleeding shoulder. My adrenaline was crashing, leaving me shaking and lightheaded. I looked out past the burn

King Solas did not look like a warrior. He looked like a god who had descended to punish a petulant child.He stood in the center of my ruined great hall, surrounded by the shattered remains of his own brass automatons. The dust from the breached floor swirled around his pristine, glowing armor. He held his sun scepter loosely in one hand, the crystal tip pulsating with a terrifying, contained heat."You are trespassing," I said.I stepped out from behind the overturned banquet table. My broadsword was heavy in my hand. My shoulder was screaming in agony, but I kept my voice steady.Solas turned his diamond-hard eyes toward me. He smiled. It was a cold, beautiful expression that never reached his gaze."Trespassing implies boundaries, Queen Elara," Solas replied smoothly. "And I see no boundaries here. Only a crumbling ruin ruled by a woman who plays at sovereignty with a rusty sword."He took a step forward. The beastkin warriors growled, bristling with primal fury, but they hesitate

The vial of crushed blood lotus and silver dust did not just break. It detonated the magic.The moment the powder hit the blinding stream of solar energy, the beam turned instantly, violently black.The reaction was chemical, magical, and absolute. The void inside Valen’s small body sensed the silver, the one substance it feared above all else, and it panicked. The infinite hunger that Solas was trying to force-feed suddenly slammed shut.Valen did not explode. He purged.My son threw his head back and opened his mouth in a silent, terrified scream. The massive amount of solar energy he had swallowed was violently rejected. It erupted from his chest in a shockwave of corrupted, silver-tinged fire.The feedback loop traveled instantly back up the stream, hitting King Solas like a physical train.The Golden King was lifted off his feet. His scepter shattered in his hands. He was thrown backward through the air, crashing through the stone wall of the corridor and vanishing into the steam