บททั้งหมดของ His Mate, But Not His Luna: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Author’s povHenry’s steps echoed down the long hallway, soft but deliberate, as if each footfall was a drumbeat of the storm raging inside him. His hand curled tightly at his sides, slick with sweat, and the dread sitting low in his stomach gnawed at him like a living thing. He was nervous. Not the kind of nervousness he had ever felt before—not at war councils, not at battles where the pack’s lives had hung in the balance, not even at the moment he had been presented as the new Alpha. Never had he felt this way before a conversation with one person.Two voices clashed inside his head, vicious and insistent. One whispered that he was being cruel, that placing the pack’s stability above Isyra’s heart was monstrous. The other reminded him that the pack had always come first anyway, that this was the way of things, that Isyra—kind, understanding Isyra—would see the necessity if she wanted him to remain alive.They argued violently, hammering against his thoughts so hard that he felt th

Author’s POVHenry did not look back as he stepped out of the room. He could still hear Isyra’s loud sobs and it tore at his heart. But even if he wished it, there was nothing that could be done The door to his chambers had barely finished closing behind him before his stride lengthened, sharp and unyielding as he moved down the corridor. Every step echoed against the stone walls, cold and deliberate, carrying with it the storm brewing beneath his skin.The air around him felt charged and heavy.Servants stepped out of his path without needing to be told. Guards straightened instinctively, lowering their heads as he passed.There was something about him in that moment—something coiled and dangerous—that warned everyone to stay away.Henry’s jaw was tight, his thoughts louder than the sound of his own footsteps.Anger simmered beneath the surface. Anger at the Moon Goddess. At fate. At everything.He had never asked for an easy life. He had never expected one. From the moment he was b

Lysera Once the horses came to a stop in front of the pack house, the guards brought me down and dragged me inside. My feet barely touched the ground as they pulled me forward, my wrists burning from the ropes biting into my skin. Every step I tried to take on my own was useless. They were too strong. “Let me go!” I screamed, twisting against them. “I said let me go!” One of them tightened his grip on my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. I hissed in pain but didn’t stop fighting. “I’m not going back!” I shouted again, my voice echoing down the stone corridor as we entered the pack house. “Do you hear me? I’m not staying here!” Servants scattered out of the way as we passed. Some stopped and stared. Others whispered. Of course they did. The criminal was back. The sister who killed her own blood’s child. The disgrace. My chest tightened, but I pushed it down. I refused to cry. I should have stopped screaming. My voice was already hoarse, each word s

Lysera“Whether I like it or not? You must be joking if you think I’d allow you to climb my bed, sleep with me and then put your mark on me. In your dreams.”“It would be happening whether you like it or not.” Henry spat through clenched teeth.“We won’t be completing the mating ceremony. Well, I less you rape me because that’s the only way it will happen.” Henry rated back as if he’d been slapped. “I’m not a monster.”“Are you not?” I asked.“I’ve never forced myself on any woman. I’ve never raped your sister.”“Oh, so that behavior is reserved for me?” I took a step back, then gave him a shallow, mocking bow. “Thank you, Alpha, for your graciousness,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.When I lifted my head and met Henry’s gaze, his eyes were ice-cold. If looks could kill, I would already be six feet under. He stood there like he was holding himself back from wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing the life out of me.Well… that made two of us. What wouldn’t I give to

LyseraSilence. Her lips parted, then pressed shut. I leaned in, lowering my voice.“Say it again,” I whispered. “Tell him you didn’t want me dead.”“Stop it.” Henry stepped forward this time to defend her. “Why?” I shot back, not even looking at him. “You don’t want to hear the truth? Houses don’t just catch fire like that. She sent me there, made sure I starved, then tried to eliminate me.”His jaw tightened. “I said stop goading her. She would never set the pack house on fire. Must have been one of the pack members. After all, they all hate and want to be rid of you.”That made me laugh, the sound soft and bitter. Of course he would defend her. Isyra—the kind, gentle one who would never hurt a fly. Of course the pack would rally around her, help her get rid of me. She never dirtied her own hands.I stepped back slowly, my gaze moving between them as something inside me shifted.“You two suit each other,” I said. The words came out quiet, but they landed hard.Henry frowned slightl