Semua Bab The Omega's Moon Destiny: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Raven's POV The entire palace was alive with motion. I stood on The entire pack house was humming like a beehive. I stood at the edge of the balcony and looked down at the frenzy below. Everyone seemed happy. After all, their Alpha was finally presenting his Luna to his people. I smiled to myself and leaned against the cool marble rail. A breeze lifted the hem of my robe and tousled my curls, which had grown out slightly in the few weeks I'd spent in Night Howler's Pack. I had left undone. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the heady smell around me. I folded my arms over the balcony railing, watching the flurry of activity with a tight, amused smile. The people below had no idea who I truly was. They only knew what they had been told, that their Alpha had returned with a Luna, a warrior woman from Silver Moon Pack. But they didn’t know that under this calmness, my stomach was tying itself into knots. I didn't know how to rule, I was never trained to. Yara was made for th

Raven's POV Halfway to my bedchamber, I stopped in my tracks. I could hear voices coming from the linen room. They were low, female and far too familiar. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but the words floated so clearly through the cracked door of the room that I couldn’t help but hear them. "She doesn't even look like a Luna," one voice scoffed. "Lady Rhea is clearly only tolerating her because of the Alpha." "I know," another whispered. "She dresses like a man and walks like she’s still a warrior. She is not a real Luna at all." I gripped the side of the doorway, fighting the urge to storm in right away. Instead, I waited a few seconds longer. "Alpha Jaxon could have done better." Someone else continued. "I mean, we all thought he was going to return with the younger sister, Yara...." That was enough. I turned the handle slowly and pushed the door open with deliberate calm. My three ladies-in-waiting froze where they stood, a bundle of linens still in one of their hands. The color

Yara's POV My arms were sore as I carted Luna Yulia's laundry down the staircase, but I had no choice but to carry it myself. My body ached from the head down. Marren’s cane har left its marks three days ago. I could still feel every single one of them.By the time I reached the courtyard, I was almost gasping. I stopped at the edge and scanned the area. It was empty, not a single soul in sight.“Thank the goddess,” I muttered, dropping the basket beside the large basin in the middle of the courtyard. My fingers shook as I knelt down and started to pull out the linens, separating the silk from the cotton, the stained from the merely dusty. My knees ached against the stone floor, but I focused on the rhythm. Soak, rub, rinse, wring.Honestly, being alone was a blessing. I didn’t think I could endure the sideways glances and fake pity stares of the other slaves today. Not after the way I had limped back from the flogging and not after Tilly’s smug little face.I poured water from the j

Raven's POV I was still fuming when I stepped out of the hallway. If I didn’t find a place to scream, I felt like I was going to explode. Why did Jaxon always have to act like I was made of glass? I was a warrior before I ever became anyone’s mate, but Jaxon didn’t want to hear that part. No. He just wanted me to wear dresses and smile and sit in corners as if I was some kind of trophy wife. I didn’t even realize I was walking fast until I nearly ran face-first into Lady Rhea. My stomach dropped and I quickly ducked behind one of the stone columns near the archway, praying she hadn't seen me. Goddess, I was not in the mood for her today. I didn’t want her pity or her judgment. Or that fake smile she always gave me when she was pretending not to hate me. But of course, that woman missed nothing. “Raven,” she called out. “You don’t actually believe I didn’t see you, do you?” Oh, Goddess! I stepped out slowly and gave a shallow curtsey. “Good morning, Lady Rhea.” She smiled but

Raven’s POV The second I did so, I knew I caught the man off guard. He barely blocked the first strike: my palm slammed into his chest, making him stumble backward. His eyes flared with surprise as if he hadn’t expected me to actually go through with it. What did he think I was here for? A chat? I advanced towards him quickly. The leader recovered and tried to sweep his leg, aiming to knock me off my feet, but I jumped back, then turned around with a kick to his shoulder. He grunted and staggered to the side. The warriors watching us had fallen silent, and they were all watching us. I caught one of them muttering something to another, and then a low round of chuckles broke out when I turned around and aimed a jab at their leader's ribs. "You're fast!" he grunted. "Too fast for a woman!" "And you’re too slow for a man," I replied sweetly, ducking his wide swing. "Which makes this a little unfair, don’t you think?" He gritted his teeth and lunged forward this time, trying to grab