บททั้งหมดของ The Reborn Luna's Vengeance: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lyra POVThe moon was red the night my mate condemned me.Not silver. Not soft.Not the gentle glow that once blessed our mating ceremony.Red.Like blood soaking into snow.I stood in the centre of the Bloodmoon clearing, wrists bound in iron laced with wolfsbane. My knees were streaked with dirt where they’d forced me down. Around me, the entire pack gathered in a wide circle.My pack. The wolves I healed. Fed. Protected. And they would watch me die.A low murmur rippled through them, thick with accusation and fear. I could feel their doubt—but none dared speak it.At the front stood Alpha Kael Thorn. My mate. Tall. Unyielding. Dark hair brushes his collar. His golden eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, but they did not soften when they met mine. They were stone.“You stand accused of treason against the Bloodmoon Pack,” Kael’s voice rang through the clearing.It didn’t tremble. Mine did.“I would never betray this pack,” I said, forcing my voice steady. “I would never betray you.

Fifteen Years LaterThe night she was born, the rogues thought the sky was splitting open.Lightning fractured across the clouds without rain. The forest animals went silent. Even the wind seemed to pull back, holding its breath.And when the child finally cried— Every wolf within ten miles felt it.⸻Mara“She shouldn’t be alive.”The midwife’s voice trembled as she wrapped the newborn in thick wool.Rogue births were brutal. Dangerous. Most did not survive. But this child… This child had entered the world with eyes open. Not cloudy blue like most newborns.Silver.Mara, the rogue female who had carried her alone through winter, stared down at her daughter in disbelief.The baby wasn’t crying anymore.She was watching. Alert. Calm. Too aware.“She’s strong,” Mara whispered fiercely. “Stronger than any of them.”The midwife hesitated. “There was a mark.”Mara stiffened. “What mark?”“On her chest. It faded almost immediately… but it looked like a crescent.”Mara’s breath caught. A ble

The first time Kael heard her name whispered in his territory, he nearly tore the messenger apart.Not because he was angry.Because he was shaken.“Alpha… there’s a woman gathering rogues in the eastern woods.”He hadn’t looked up from the war table.“Rogues gather every season.”“This one… they’re calling her Silver.”His fingers stilled.Silver.A name he had once used only in private.Lyra’s eyes had reflected moonlight like molten silver.He dismissed the messenger, but the word lodged in his chest like a splinter.Silver.He told himself it was coincidence.Until he felt it.The bond.⸻It began as a faint pressure behind his ribs.A pulse that did not belong to him.He had buried that sensation fifteen years ago — the moment he publicly rejected his Luna. The Goddess bond had snapped, leaving only an echo that slowly faded over time.He had believed it gone.Dead.But now…It stirred.Weak.Distant.Alive.Kael stood abruptly from the table and walked to the balcony overlooking

Bloodmoon territory had always felt unshakable.The stone keep stood at the heart of the forest like a monument to dominance — carved from mountain rock, weathered by time, fortified by loyalty. Wolves trained with discipline. Patrol routes were predictable. The pack link flowed steadily and unified.Now it felt strained.Like a structure with hairline fractures running beneath its foundation. Kael felt it in the way conversations quieted when he entered a space. In the way warriors held eye contact a second longer than usual. In the way the air itself seemed charged — not with rebellion, but anticipation.“She crossed again.”Beta Tristan stood across from him in the strategy hall, arms folded tightly.“How far?” Kael asked without looking up from the map laid before him.“Close enough that the northern patrol scented her clearly.”Kael’s fingers stilled on the parchment.The bond stirred immediately — reacting to the mere mention of her proximity.“She didn’t engage?” he asked.“No.

The full moon rose slowly. Deliberately. As if even the sky understood that tonight would not be simple spectacle — but reckoning. The Bloodmoon clearing filled in heavy silence. Torches were placed in a wide circle, flames bending under a restless wind that carried the scent of storm and pine. Wolves lined the perimeter in human form first, shoulders tense, expressions guarded. At the centre stood the stone platform where challenges had been fought for generations. Kael stepped forward first. Alpha. Unquestioned. Unshaken. Or so the pack believed. He wore no ceremonial cloak tonight. No symbols of dominance beyond what he carried in his bones. His dark hair was pulled back, jaw tight, eyes fixed toward the forest edge. He had not slept.