The Jilted Luna 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 421 - 챕터 430

Mary blinked in surprise when the bitter taste hit her tongue, a high-grade healing potion. Then another. Her eyes widened. Those potions were rare and expensive, far beyond what she could afford, yet Victoria didn’t hesitate to use two of them on her.Warmth spread through her veins, easing the pain little by little. When she felt her strength returning, she reached for one of the arrows embedded in her side. Gritting her teeth, she pulled it out in one swift motion."Argh!" she groaned as blood welled from the wound, even as it began to close again."Easy, you don’t have to push yourself too hard..." Victoria said softly, her gaze resting on Mary with a mix of concern and admiration. It wasn’t every day she met someone like her, a young woman with Alpha blood running through her veins, strong and unyielding despite her inexperience in battle.Victoria felt genuine respect for her. Mary might still be learning the art of combat and leadership and was currently inexperienced and only

But he knew he had no one to blame but himself; he brought this upon his own head. He should have known that hurting one’s mate would never end well. So, he remained silent, simply watching as Victoria helped Mary remove the arrows one by one, gently coaxing her with reassuring words.When Victoria was done tending to her wounds, she made Mary drink another high-grade healing potion before helping her get dressed. Then, she asked one of the warriors to escort Mary to where the elders and the young were sheltered, so she could rest safely under their protection.Once the warrior and Mary were gone, leaving only Victoria and Carlisle behind, Carlisle cleared his throat loudly and subtly scooted closer."How are you feeling? Are you tired? Do you want me to massage your muscles a bit?" Carlisle blurted out, firing questions one after another. He was eager, almost desperate, to deepen his connection with Victoria, hoping she would stop treating him with her hot-and-cold attitude.His hear

"But if I, in my weakness or failure, wrong you unjustly, then may the Moon Goddess punish me and my bloodline down to the eighteenth generation, to atone for my sin and my incompetence to lead."As she spoke, Victoria gently placed her hand upon Mary’s head, then on her shoulder, a solemn gesture of acceptance and blessing in the name of the Moon Goddess."Now, my servant, rise with confidence and stand tall like an arrow. May your path be illuminated by the Moon Goddess’s blessing, and may success follow you in all that you do."Victoria concluded the simple ceremony with a solemn blessing before stepping back to give Mary room to rise. As soon as Victoria moved away, Mary lifted her head, meeting Victoria’s gentle gaze and warm smile."Thank you, my lord. I will do my best to live up to your expectations," Mary said softly. She then reached out, taking Victoria’s hands in hers, and pressed a reverent kiss to the back of her hand, a gesture of loyalty and devotion, sealing her vow t

And once they became rogues, whatever shred of humanity they had left would rot away until all that remained was bloodlust and chaos. That was why most Alphas showed no mercy; rogues were killed on sight."Kill them all!" he growled, his voice reverberating through the pack link as he mindlinked his Beta. "Evacuate the non-combatants and protect the Luna. I’ll hunt the rogues with the warriors!"Only in times like this did his full, domineering Alpha presence truly awaken."Roger that, Alpha. Please take care."Alpha Hue’s Beta replied through the mindlink before quickly turning to organize the evacuation. He ushered the pack members toward the Packhouse and stationed several warriors around it to form a defensive perimeter.However, as he barked orders, a flicker of concern crossed his mind; the mages maintaining the barrier around the field where the locust swarm was being contained would be left vulnerable at this time.It seemed the Alpha, too focused on slaughtering the incoming

Maxwell didn’t hold back. The moment he was convinced that the cloaked figure was Marcus, he lunged forward with full intent to kill. His body partially shifted, claws elongating, coarse fur spreading along his arms, and his canines sharpening as his golden eyes began to glow with feral light. His face twisted in fury, every muscle tense with hatred that burned hotter than fire."You will die by my hands..." Maxwell growled, his voice a chilling blend of man and beast. The sound carried the depth of his wolf’s rage, low, guttural, and terrifying, like something that had crawled up from the pits of hell itself.The cloaked man froze mid-step, startled by the raw killing intent aimed at him. He didn’t react immediately when Maxwell attacked; instead, his eyes narrowed beneath the hood as if trying to understand.He could feel the searing hatred directed his way, yet confusion flickered within him; he was certain he had never met this man before, never done anything that should earn such