Todos os capítulos de The Jilted Luna : Capítulo 431 - Capítulo 440

The Golden Hue Pack warriors answered in a chorus; Alpha Hue’s deep bellow joined theirs. The pack’s unified howl marked their presence and sent a ripple through the attackers. The rogues faltered, instincts screaming caution at the sight of a truly powerful alpha among their foes.Only a handful pressed forward, the ones whose scent was suspiciously altered, those who had tried to mask themselves with a fake rogue odor and hide among the real attackers. For a heartbeat, the battle paused under the weight of Maxwell’s howl and strong presence.The fake rogues kept charging like mindless soldiers on a suicide mission, flooding the Golden Hue Pack’s defenses without hesitation. Their relentless assault puzzled Alpha Hue and his warriors, who were unaware of what had transpired in the Midnight River Pack.They didn’t know that a hidden faction was manipulating the rogues, using them as a smokescreen while blending their own people among the chaos, and controlling the real rogues through

Maxwell yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing he couldn’t mindlink Alpha Hue. He didn’t care that Chase and the enemy could hear him, there was no time to explain, only to act.He also realized something, the entire time, Chase hadn’t truly been attacking him. He had only been dodging and countering when necessary. That could only mean one thing: Chase wasn’t here to kill him, but to stall for time so Marcus could carry out his real plan.Still, Carlisle had described Chase as a formidable fighter, someone whose close-combat skills nearly matched Maxwell’s own. If Chase had fought with his full strength, no one could say who would come out on top. That alone spoke volumes about his strength.But what puzzled Maxwell was Chase’s demeanor. Despite being on the enemy’s side, he showed none of the bloodlust or hostility the others did.Was he forced into this fight?If so, could he be swayed, maybe even defect to their side? Or was his restraint simply his way of showing silent oppositi

"You think that just because I lost an arm, you can win against me now? You’re nothing but that slut’s mutt..." Marcus sneered, a wicked grin twisting his face as he spat out the words meant to provoke. The moment Victoria’s name was dragged through the mud, Sylas’s composure shattered. His entire body bristled with rage, his eyes darkened, his fangs slightly bared. Whether Victoria was his mate or not, he would never allow anyone, especially Marcus, to insult her that way. "Watch your fucking mouth! You’re not even worthy to speak her name," Sylas snarled, his voice rumbling with barely restrained fury. "You’re the real mutt here, homeless, packless, and alone. You betrayed your own people, and now you have nothing. That’s all you deserve." His wolf surged beneath his skin, clawing to break free and tear Marcus apart. If Sylas hadn’t fought to restrain it, he would’ve lunged without a second thought. Even so, the rage boiling inside him was unbearable. To keep himself grounded, h

Before they could even report the situation, Marcus’s forces suddenly intensified their assault, as if he’d sensed that Sylas’s side was trying to reach Alpha Hue for reinforcements. He knew he couldn’t let that happen. With a snarl, Marcus took matters into his own hands. He leapt into the air, twirling the silver dagger in his grip before reversing it, letting the flat of the blade rest against the bandaged stump of his arm so the silver wouldn’t burn his skin, the sharp edge now facing outward. In a blur of motion, he spun around one of the Golden Hue Pack’s warriors, his movement smooth and deadly, and feigned an elbow strike, only to slash out with the hidden blade instead. The dagger arced toward the warrior’s throat, gleaming wickedly. But at the last second, the pack’s strongest member yanked his comrade backward by the collar, narrowly saving him from being killed on the spot. Seeing Marcus himself enter the fray sent a ripple of unease through the Golden Hue Pack’s warr

"Carlisle... it hurts..." Victoria whimpered between ragged breaths, her voice trembling like a child’s helpless plea. Tears clung to her long, curled lashes, glistening under the pale light of the moon. When she looked up at him with those reddened eyes, Carlisle’s heart clenched painfully. Seeing her like this, so fragile, so pained, tore at his very soul, and all he could feel was the desperate urge to take her suffering away. "I know, baby... just focus on the kiss," Carlisle murmured softly, his voice trembling between comfort and desperation. "Try to focus on me, before you know it, the pain will fade... He leaned in again, capturing her lips once more. This time, Victoria obeyed immediately, parting her lips to let him in. Carlisle didn’t hesitate; his tongue slipped past her lips and found hers, intertwining in a deep, heated kiss. The soft, wet sounds of their mingled breaths and kisses filled the quiet night air. Fortunately, the others were too occupied, working tire