《Reborn As The True Luna》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Astrid’s POVI drank the vial because refusing would raise more questions than I could answer.The liquid burned going down so bitter and wrong in ways that made my stomach turn. But I swallowed it all and handed the empty glass back to Tiana meeting her eyes squarely.She took it without speaking and returned to her table, pulling out more supplies. Her movements had changed since Ondine walked in, slower and less efficient like she was second guessing every choice.“This will take some time.” Tiana said not looking at anyone specifically. “The bonding magic needs to settle properly.”“Take all the time you need.” Anthony’s voice carried forced patience. “We want this done correctly.”Ondine made a soft sound that might have been agreement or amusement. She hadn’t moved from her position against the wall, hadn’t interfered or interrupted. Just watched with that wring interest that made everyone in the room hyperaware of her presence.Tiana began the ritual. Her hands moved through th

Davian’s POVSerra had Astrid positioned in the center of the clearing, sitting on a flat stone with her neck exposed. The mark was visible even in moonlight, black veins spreading down toward her collarbone like corruption trying to reach her heart.I stood a few feet away watching Serra prepare her instruments, silver tools that gleamed with magic meant to cut through witch work. Ondine observed from her position against the tree, arms crossed and expression unreadable.She knew we were mates. I could tell from the way she watched me instead of Astrid, from the slight curve of her mouth that suggested amusement at something I hadn’t said out loud.“This will hurt.” Serra told Astrid quietly, her professional mask firmly in place. “The mark has been part of you for four years. Tearing it out will feel like tearing out part of your soul.”“I understand.” Astrid’s voice came out steady despite the fear I could scent on her.“Your Majesty.” Serra looked at me. “I’ll need you close. When

Astrid’s POVI woke up feeling different. Not confused or disoriented the way people were supposed to wake after trauma. Just more aware like every sense had been turned up and suddenly the world was louder and sharper than it had been before.I could hear heartbeats coming from different parts of the building. My body felt right in ways it hadn’t in weeks. No burning in my chest, no weakness dragging at my limbs. Just strength and the strange sensation of being whole for the first time since I’d been reborn.I sat up slowly and the room came into focus. Not Anthony’s bedroom. Somewhere else entirely, furnished with dark wood and simple elegance that screamed power without needing to prove it.Davian’s suite. My hand went to my neck automatically and I felt smooth skin where the mark should have burned. No pain, no degradation, no black veins spreading toward my heart.Just a mark that felt different under my fingers. Cooler and settled instead of fighting. I needed to see it.The b

Astrid’s POVTiana came back at dawn and I watched from the window as her car pulled up to the packhouse, a sleek black vehicle that looked too expensive for someone who dealt in dark magic. But I’ve always known witches were bad asses, not the ones with brooms and ugly hats. She stepped out wearing designer clothes and carrying herself like royalty not a witch for hire.Anthony was waiting for her at the entrance. Even from my room I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he positioned himself to maintain authority he didn’t actually have over her.Witches didn’t bow to Alphas. They never had.My hand drifted to my neck where the new mark doesn’t react like it used to. Anthony was so happy to see silver lines instead of black and even boasted he is becoming more powerful. He literally finished crashing out about another pulled alliance earlier. I still wonder what really made me love that man. I swear. “Come in.”Mira entered without her usual fake smile, her expression

Astrid’s POVThe house wasn’t what I expected. It was not royal or grand, no displays of wealth or power that screamed Alpha King. It was controlled and every piece of furniture placed well with nothing excessive or wasted.Like the man who owned it.Davian led me inside without closing the door behind us and locking it with a quiet click that felt more significant than it should have. “You’ll stay here until the the council meeting. No one knows about this place except people I trust.”“Which is how many people?”“Three.” He moved past me toward the kitchen. “Daniel, Ian, and Serra.”But then again, when you were the Alpha King, trust was probably a currency you spent carefully.I set my bag down and looked around properly. The space was clean, lived-in but not cluttered. Books on shelves, a desk covered in papers, everything organized in a way that suggested someone who valued knowledge over comfort.“We should discuss the Council hearing. What I need to say, how to present—”“Late