Todos los capítulos de The Jilted Luna : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Victoria's POV Maybe… maybe he only gave in to his desire because he could not act that way with Raquel right now, not while she was carrying his child, I thought. And just like that, it felt as if a bucket of ice had been poured over me. The cold sank deep into my bones, tearing me out of the fragile belief I had been holding onto and forcing me to face something I had been avoiding for too long. I felt empty, drained. I had told myself I had already moved on, that I had let go, but now I could see that it was not true. Letting go was not as simple as I wanted it to be. Hearing Beta Marcus say that my mate had ordered him to take all the core projects away from me felt like a sharp blow to my chest. Was that not enough proof? Was that not him showing me I was being pushed aside and replaced? That I had never truly been accepted as the Luna of this pack, and that my place was already being given to Raquel? What else did I need to see? Those three days and three nights

Victoria's POV Raquel stepped in close before I could steady myself.Her arm slid around me as if she meant to support me, guiding my weight so I would not fall again. From a distance, anyone would have thought she was helping. Her face even carried that soft, shaken expression that made her look like she was barely holding back tears.But I could feel the truth of it.I tried to pull my arm away, but her grip did not loosen. It stayed firm, controlled, disguised as care. No matter how I shifted, she kept me right where she wanted me.Then she spoke again, her voice gentle, almost apologetic.“Let’s go downstairs and let the pack doctor check your injuries. I heard you are… wolfless, right? That means you do not heal on your own. Even something like this needs proper treatment.”She said it like she was worried about me.But I heard everything behind the words.Wolfless. Weak. Someone who needed to be managed. Someone inconvenient.To her, I was not just injured. I was something frag

The situation weighed heavily on Carlisle, pressing down on him in ways he could not fully name. While all of his attention remained locked on Raquel and her condition, something else was unfolding across the pack without his knowledge. Word of what had supposedly happened spread quickly through the territory. It started with Raquel’s omega attendant and grew with every retelling, each version more certain, more angry, more convinced that Victoria had done something unforgivable. By the time it reached most of the pack, it was no longer a question of what happened, but a declared truth. In the cold, damp dungeon below, Victoria lay barely holding herself together. Fever had taken hold of her body, leaving her skin hot one moment and cold the next. Every part of her felt weak, her strength fading with each passing hour. The injuries from the stairs and the earlier punishment had not been treated, and now they only made everything worse. Breathing itself felt like a struggle. Instead

Victoria’s POVWith a flick of his hand, he signaled one of the others.A moment later, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over my bloodied form, shocking me back to consciousness. I gasped, my body trembling violently from the chill and pain. My head barely lifted beforeCrack!Another lash tore across my back.My body arched from the agony, the chains rattling above me with a harsh, metallic echo that rang through the dark dungeon. The only light came from a flickering torch on the wall, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. My silhouette frail and shaking looked impossibly small in the midst of the towering figures surrounding me.And Marcus was only getting started.Each time I passed out from the relentless torment, they revived me with another splash of freezing water. Again and again, the whip tore into me. And when my body teetered on the edge of death, barely clinging to life, Marcus would finally call in a healer not to save me, but just enough to keep me

Victoria's POV Sylas's body shook with the strain, his knees almost giving out beneath him, but he refused to stop. The muscles in his arms and neck stood out sharply, veins raised as he pulled against the chains with everything he had. Sweat ran down his face, his jaw locked tight as he forced himself to endure the pain. One shackle gave way, then another. He kept going until, at last, the restraints snapped free. His hands paid the price. I stared at them in horror. They were red and raw, blistered and burned so badly they barely looked like hands anymore. "Y-Your hands..." I whispered, my voice breaking as a soft sob slipped out. My chest tightened at the sight. Those hands had always been strong, steady, capable. Now they were ruined by the silver, damaged in a way I did not know could ever fully heal. "Luna Victoria, please..." Sylas said quietly, his voice unsteady but determined. "I would give up my hands a hundred times if it meant saving you. This is my duty as your Gamm