บททั้งหมดของ The Betrayed Luna: Rise Of The Phoenix : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Aurora’s POVEva had mentioned the priestess managed to recreate a sachet like mine and it helped deter the poison from spreading somewhat. I made plans to make another set of sachets when I had time. Though it took a lot of my energy and was time consuming especially with gathering the herbs and stitching the sachets, I still felt the need to make some, especially for the sake of the allied packs that would be coming for the meeting, if anything it would help our cause.Making a note in my journal, I couldn't help but smile. Even Alpha Eric and Eva had been able to quarantine the pack in time. I was glad. But the mention of the Kyrian Pack’s decision to go after the rogue camps filled me with an equal sense of excitement and trepidation.What if something went wrong> What if they used another poisonous substance?I couldn't help but clutch the pendant at my neck; The pedant was one given by my mother before she passed away, the only thing I had of her. It was often a source of comfor

Aurora’s POVI didn't go back to sleep, not anymore. It was barely 4am, and I found myself reading the book of runes and enchantments with renewed vigor. I marked down several enchantments to try. That I had gotten the sleep enchantment right on the first try didn't mean I would get others right in the same way.So I had to practise.I realized this as I finished skimming through the book once, and marking all enchantments and runes to attempt.So right as the clock chimed 5am, I dressed up in dark pants, trainers and a shirt I often used as casual wear.I had read in one of the books that to strengthen the mind was to also strengthen the body. I had to increase my stamina, and find a way to relearn my fighting skills. I had become dull over the years and now, truly, thinking of the mistakes I had made, I regretted that.After giving instructions to the guards, I went on a run. I crossed the park, jogging several laps around it until my legs nearly gave out. Then, recalling the way I

Aurora’s POVUpon hearing my words, Alaric’s grip loosened slightly and I pulled my arm out of his grasp, wincing inwardly at how awkward the exchange might have looked to others.Alaric didn't give me a glance, only striding forward with a clenched jaw and his hands flexing in that way he always did when he had something on his mind. I felt he looked like he wanted to strangle someone, but I tried not to think too much about it.I had no idea what might have caused him to act this way but it wasn't my circus, not my monkeys. Instead I waited for Silas to catch up and turned to him.“I’m sure you noticed the symptoms of the warriors in your pack,” I began. “The muscle weakness, for one. So the ingredients for the antidote include something to help give strength.”Silas listened while I began to explain the formulations we decided on and how the test of the antidote on the patients in our clinic went.His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he watched the liquid broth being ladled into seve

Aurora’s POV“Don’t you think you laid it on too thick there?” Lyra asked that afternoon as I returned from lunch with Silas and explained how the day went to her.Asher was eating in a chair, more mobile than he had been in the past couple of days. He didn’t glance at Lyra or me once, focused on relishing his meal of pasta with meatballs. I cast a barrier between us, so he didn't have to listen to us adults talk while he ate, played and rested.The madness of last night seemed to have faded away, and even when he glanced my way, he didn't have any expression on his face. That, at least, was better than having him show hatred to me. My recollection of it still made my smile falter.“What do you mean?’ I inquired of my best friend, looking back at her as she munched on her bagel which I brought to her.“I mean, your friendship with Silas,” Lyra explained, her lips twitching as she tapped my arm. “I know he’s gay, but when you describe it that way it kind of looks like you and he are ha

Aurora’s POVThe amusement came unbidden with his words which he flung at me like an accusation I never signed up for.The hallway was blessedly quiet, free outside eyes.And I felt like laughing at my husband.Alaric was a damn hypocrite. He stared at me with slightly wide eyes, the anger still visible in his expression.I chuckled again, thinking of his words, of how much he seemed to blame me for everything.“Alaric, You don’t do that at all. You only treat her like your beloved in private. You let her sleep in our marital bed. You let her fall into your arms, you let her cook for you and make comments about your proper mate while saying nothing."I crossed my arms, watching his expression shutter.“And,” I continued with a sneer on my lips. “You let her wear my clothes, heirloom jewelry, and prance around like the Luna of the pack while your wife focuses on treating the patients, handling her duties while fighting to heal our son.”His jaw clenched.“That’s not fair,” he said, gri