All Chapters of The Luna’s Forbbidden Blood : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kael’s POVThe field of bone was silent, save for the crunch of calcified remains beneath my boots. The figure standing before me was a mirror of my own life, but stretched thin. He had my shoulders, my jawline, and my eyes, but his skin was the color of pale ash, and his eyes held the weight of an epoch. He did not growl. He did not threaten. He simply stood there, radiating a cold so profound it felt like the absence of a sun.I gripped my claws, the sensation of fur and bone shifting in my hands. Beside me, Maya stood rigid. Her breath hitched, and the violet glow in her veins was dimming, as if the First Alpha’s presence was draining the very magic from her blood."You are not a god," I said, my voice steady despite the hammer of my heart against my ribs.The figure tilted his head. He didn't speak. He reached out, and the air between us shimmered. Suddenly, I wasn't just looking at him. I was inside him. I felt the bite of the very first moon, the agony of the first transformati

Kael’s POVThe void was not empty. It was a suffocating layer of unfinished thoughts and half-formed light. I floated in the center of a swirling nebula of grey matter, the only solid thing in a place that defied physics. A few yards away, Maya drifted, her body arching in a silent scream as the geometric patterns carved into her skin spun like gears.I tried to swim toward her, but the space here reacted to my intent. Every time I reached out, the distance between us stretched."Maya!" I shouted, but the sound died the moment it left my lips.I looked down at my hand. The moon blade was still gripped tight in my fist, its silver surface reflecting the swirling chaos of the void. I remembered the First Alpha's memories, not just the treaties and the wars, but the feeling of the earth beneath his paws, the scent of fresh pine after a storm, the way a pack felt when it was whole.I wasn't just Kael anymore. I carried the blueprint of the pack’s history.If the Architect was using Maya t

Kael’s POVGravity had abandoned the valley, but the momentum of my life; the sheer, stubborn will to keep Maya did not. I swam through the air, my boots kicking against nothing, ignoring the way the floating boulders and trees tried to block my path. The moon was a massive, unblinking eye filling the sky, and Maya was a tiny, glowing speck drifting toward its pupil.She was losing her shape. Her limbs were blurring, turning into streams of violet light as the pull of the city grew stronger."Maya!" I screamed.Below me, the wolves were still digging. They were tearing at the earth, their fur matted with the glowing obsidian substance that leaked from the cracks in the valley floor. They were chanting, a low, rhythmic vibration that made my teeth ache. They were building an anchor for the city to crash into.I realized then that the First Alpha's memories were not just a burden. They were a tool.I looked down at the wolves. They were twisted, corrupted, but they were still wolves.

Kael’s POVThe mirror did not just crack. It shattered into dust, the glass particles hanging in the air like stars in a dying galaxy. I did not let go of Maya. I pulled her into my chest, protecting her as the Architect screamed, his form dissolving into ink and static. He reached for us, his fingers blurring as the erasure took him, but his grip was nothing compared to the force pulling us forward.We were falling. We were not falling through the air or the void anymore. We were falling through the architecture of reality itself.I landed hard on something flat, cold, and impossibly smooth. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but I forced myself to roll over, pulling Maya with me. We were on a surface that felt like polished bone, stretching out in every direction, white and featureless. The sky above us was a swirling vortex of color, a storm of unfinished ideas and discarded plot threads.Maya sat up, her hands trembling as she touched the surface beneath us. She looked

Maya’s POVThe metallic air smelled of ozone and scorched steel. I stood at the edge of a walkway that stretched over a city of infinite gears, each one grinding with the weight of a thousand conquered worlds. The man standing across from me wore Kael’s face, but his eyes were not the amber pools of the Alpha I loved. They were bright, hard, and devoid of the chaos that made Kael human.He was wearing armor made of shifting mercury, and a blade hung at his hip that pulsed with the same black shadow I had just escaped."You look lost, little hybrid," he said. His voice was a perfect replica of Kael’s, but the melody of it; the underlying hum of hesitation and warmth—was missing. It was stripped clean."You aren't him," I whispered, my hand hovering over the empty space where my own weapons used to be. "You are just a reflection. A memory he left behind in the void."The Warlord stepped forward. He did not walk so much as glide, his presence commanding the very metal of the city to shi