Alle Kapitel von Azriel King's Luna: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

AZRIEL’S POV The sun had already started to set when I finally closed the last report. My desk was scattered with papers and files, each one filled with complaints, trading details, and territory concerns from the pack and neighbouring kingdoms. My head was throbbing due to hours of reading and signing documents. My only consolation was that everything was finally in order for the rest of the week.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed the bridge of my nose, exhaling slowly. I’d been away from home most of the day, trying to balance the duties of both Alpha and King, and all I could think about was going back to Paige. I wanted to see her smile, to hear her voice, to feel her warmth against me again after a long day of endless responsibility.Pushing away from the desk, I gathered the reports into a neat stack, locking them inside the cabinet before heading out. The palace halls were quieter now, most of the guards were stationed at their posts, and a faint orange glow shone through t

PAIGE’S POV Azriel stood there clenching his fist. His entire body was tense, his eyes flashing with something sharp and dangerous. Possessive. Protective. Angry.I didn’t blame him.I sat back in my chair, trying to steady my breath. Azriel gently touched my shoulder, grounding me. “Babe,” he said, his voice low, “stay here. Don’t leave the house.”I looked up at him, and for a moment his expression softened. His eyes were still filled with anger, but he was holding it back for my sake. Only for me.“But… why is he here?” I whispered. “Why now?” My throat tightened. “He was banished, Azriel. You….”“I know,” he said, cutting me off gently. “Which is why I think something is wrong. Gabriel should not be anywhere near this territory.”I swallowed hard. My memories were beginning to swirl again, each one sharper than the last. I didn’t want them to return, but they forced their way to the surface.The night I woke up and found Gabriel standing too close to my bed. The look in his eyes.

PAIGE’S POV The days leading up to my decision felt like a weight pressing on my chest. Every morning, I woke up thinking I was ready to face him, yet every night I backed out. I gave myself excuses. I told myself I needed more time. I told myself it didn’t matter anymore because my life had already moved forward. But deep down, I knew I was scared. Not of him hurting me physically. No. It was the emotional part that terrified me. Facing the man who threw me away, the man who made the world believe lies about me, the man who destroyed my sense of belonging. It wasn’t easy. Some wounds didn’t bleed on the surface; they bled inside, and mine had been bleeding for years.Azriel never pushed. He would sit with me quietly whenever the thought overwhelmed me. He knew when not to speak, and somehow, that silence was what gave me courage little by little. Renee tried to distract me with pack duties and chatter about everyday things. Even the guards tried keeping me occupied with updates abou

PAIGE’S POV The ride home felt heavier than the ride there. Even though facing my father had been something I needed to do, the weight of it lingered in my chest. My emotions sat like a stone inside me, dragging down every thought and breath. I stared outside the car window the entire time, watching the trees blur past. My heart kept replaying his face, his voice and his apology. Everything felt tangled, anger, sadness, relief, and confusion were all mixed together, making it hard to breathe normally.When we finally reached home, Azriel parked quietly. He didn’t rush to open the door. He knew I needed a moment. I sat still, my hands resting on my lap, feeling numb. My body was tired, but my mind was racing badly. I wasn’t sure what I felt. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel.Azriel walked around to my side and opened the door for me. I stepped out slowly, almost robotically. The moment my feet touched the ground, I took a deep breath. Fresh air always helped, but today even t

NARRATOR’S POV Gabriel sat in silence long after the words left Paige’s mouth. The small room suddenly felt too tight, too warm and suffocating for the truth she had just dropped into it. His heart, already weakened by years of exile and regret, seemed to stop altogether as he stared at his daughter. The girl he had once accused, the girl he had pushed away, the girl who had every reason to hate him, was now the one who delivered the news that shattered the last piece of the life he thought he understood.Lucinda. His mate. His wife. The woman he had mourned for decades. The woman he believed died while giving birth to the very child sitting before him.Alive.The word echoed in his head like a gong.His breath hitched. For a moment, he forgot to inhale. He was staring at Paige but not seeing her. His vision blurred, and memories slammed into him without mercy.Lucinda’s laughter as she braided her own hair in front of their old mirror. Lucinda, holding Paige for the first and only t