Alle Kapitel von The Demoted Luna : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Nia's POV I wake up to the taste of iron sitting heavy on my tongue and the sound of my own breathing dragging out of my chest like something broken, and for a moment I do not move because even the thought of shifting sends a warning through my body that I am not ready to face what comes next, yet the cold seeps into my bones anyway and forces my eyes open whether I like it or not.The ceiling above me is unfamiliar in a way that feels deliberate, as if the world itself has decided to hide me from everything I once knew, and I blink slowly while trying to gather my thoughts, pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth as I swallow back the bitterness that threatens to spill out again, and when I finally turn my head, the rough texture of the blanket scratches against my cheek in a way that makes me flinch.I pull the blankets tighter around myself without thinking, my fingers trembling as they clutch at the fabric like it is the only thing keeping me from falling apart, and a cou

Darren's POVI walked into the main hall with my shoulders squared and my expression set in a way that gave nothing away, yet beneath that calm surface there was a steady tension coiling through me, tightening with every step I took toward the long table where the High Council was already seated, their presence filling the room with a weight that was impossible to ignore.The air felt different.Charged with something unspoken.I could feel Darien beside me, his steps measured, his silence deliberate, and I did not need to look at him to know that his mind was already working through every possible angle of what this meeting could mean, just as mine was doing the same.We stopped at the head of the table.Every gaze turned to us.I let my eyes move across each of them slowly, taking in their expressions, the subtle shifts in posture, the faint tightening of lips or narrowing of eyes that spoke more than their words ever would, and then I pulled out the chair at the head of the table a

Nia's POV I could feel it before I even stepped fully into the room, that subtle shift in the air that always came whenever eyes turned toward me, whenever questions lingered unspoken yet heavy, and even though my body ached beneath the layers of fabric wrapped tightly around me, I forced my lips into a gentle smile as my gaze settled on Torin.The pain sat deep, not loud enough to break through my composure, yet persistent enough that every breath carried a faint reminder of what I had done, of what I had given, and I refused to let it show.Torin’s eyes did not leave my face, and there was something in his expression that made my chest tighten just a little, something that felt like relief tangled with suspicion, like he was trying to read through me, trying to peel back the calm I had carefully placed over myself.“Nia,” he said, my name leaving his lips slower this time, as though he was testing it, as though he needed to confirm that I was truly standing in front of him and not

Nia's POV I could feel Raphael’s gaze on me long before I turned to face him fully, that sharp burning intensity that carried years of anger, years of grief, years of unanswered questions that had been left to rot without closure, and even though my chest felt tight and my body still carried the strain of everything I had endured, I did not look away.“I know you do not believe me,” I said quietly, my voice steady even as I held his gaze, watching the way his jaw tightened and his fingers curled slightly at his sides.Raphael let out a short breath that almost sounded like a scoff, his head tilting slightly as though he was trying to understand why I would even attempt to speak further.“Then why continue?” he asked, his tone edged with disbelief. “Why stand there and keep talking when everything you are saying sounds like another layer of lies?”I inhaled slowly, letting the air settle in my lungs before I spoke again, because I knew that what I was about to say would not be easy fo

Darren's POVI stand there for a moment, letting the weight of the room settle into my bones, because stepping into another Alpha’s territory is never something to take lightly, and yet I came anyway, knowing fully well that nothing about this visit would be simple, and as my gaze sweeps across the room, it lands on him.Raphael.For a second, I almost think my eyes are playing tricks on me, because the last time I heard his name, it was tied to whispers of disappearance and uncertainty, and now he stands there as solid as ever, shoulders squared, eyes burning with that same reckless fire I remember all too well.I turn fully to face him, letting a small smile touch my lips even though there is nothing light about this moment.“Raphael,” I say, my voice even as I hold his gaze, “welcome back.”The reaction I get is exactly what I expect, because instead of returning the gesture, his eyes narrow sharply, his jaw tightening as if my presence alone is enough to set his blood on edge, and