Semua Bab Betrayed Luna, Claimed by the lycan King : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Nyra Virellion“Ha… ha…”I stood in the middle of the arena during my second round, breathing hard and starting to question how much I had left in the tank. Thousands of eyes bored into me from the stands. They were waiting for something exciting, something raw that would get their blood pumping and feed their hunger for a real fight.As brutal as it sounded, that was the whole point of the Trial of Heirs put on a show, prove you could lead them.I took a deep, shaky breath and locked eyes with the guy across from me. He was from one of the stronger packs. We were both still holding back our weapons, just circling each other in the early moments of the match.“Are you scared, little girl?” he taunted.My stance shifted from defensive to straight-up annoyed. I relaxed my shoulders a bit and answered, “Not trying to crush your dreams or anything, but I’ve trained harder than anyone else here. I plan to win this time respectfully.”

Nyra Virellion Oryndor was backing away from the fight. The Trials of Heirs were meant to be fierce and competitive, the kind of place where the winner actually earned their victory. But everything that had happened lately just left a bitter taste in my mouth. Even now… Oryndor was retreating like he didn’t think I was worth fighting. What the hell was making him pull back? This duel was supposed to change both our lives! My chest felt like it was in a vice as I pounded my fist against his protective gear, but it wasn’t doing any good. “Oryndor! Fight me! Why won’t you fight me?!” I screamed, though the roar of the crowd swallowed every word except for him. But even he seemed to have gone deaf to me. “FIGHT ME!” “No.” I was pretty sure I heard that clearly. Had he really just refused? “I can’t fight you, Nyra.” He unbuckled the belt holding his daggers and let it drop. I stared at the fallen belt, shaking my head, my eyes fixed on his boots. “Why…? Don’t I deserve a fair fight

Nyra VirellionTonight was all about looking breathtaking. I couldn’t stop smiling at my reflection in the mirror. The long teal gown hugged me in all the right places, and I kept turning this way and that, admiring myself like I was someone else entirely. I let out a little giggle and spun around one more time, just to see the fabric flow.“I’m pretty sure Alpha Vaerith is going to fall in love with me all over again,” I whispered to myself in a silly voice, then laughed like a kid. The A-line cut gave me this elegant posture that made me look taller, and the color brought out my skin perfectly. I didn’t even feel like I needed makeup.The black heels that came with the dress were simple but classy. They made me feel regal, like I was floating a little taller than usual. This whole look was more than I could’ve asked for. I could already imagine heads turning tonight.Beta Raelor had messaged me earlier with details about the guests. Invitations

Nyra VirellionMy hands were clenched into tight fists. If I’d been anywhere near her right then, I would’ve punched her square in the jaw. I wanted to scream at her, but the restrictions wouldn’t let me. So I was stuck there, forced to stay quiet and take it. Being trapped in that damn closet made it even worse I felt like I couldn’t breathe.[I see. Kaelith Noctyra, we’ve heard you lost to Nyra Virellion and then drugged her until she lost consciousness. It looked pretty damning in our report. How can we not see this as revenge? She had you thrown out of the pack once and for all. How do we know you’re not just getting even…?]The journalist asked the perfect question. But I wasn’t ready to hear Kaelith’s poisonous answer.[This isn’t about revenge anymore, Miss Cassandra. She’s always been a terrible influence. Just think about the people she’s going to rule. Think about the man she’s trapped with her charms. Lycan Alpha Vaerith has such high status, yet he’s fallen for someone lik

Nyra Virellion~World leaders, adjudicators, my pack’s elders, and Zephyros all sat in a semicircle at the top of the court. Below them were us—the accused. Right beside my foot sat Kaelith Noctyra, looking way too pleased to be here. She was such an attention seeker. That scarlet dress she wore said everything about her personality without needing any explanation.“It’s going to be alright. I’ve got powerful people on my side too.” On the throne beside me, Vaerith took my hand gently and reassured me. I noticed Kaelith staring right at our joined hands. She was probably filing it away as more “evidence” that we were together.“I’m a naturally affectionate person. You’ve had it wrong from the start, Noctyra.” Vaerith spoke to her without even glancing her way. I quietly pulled my hand back. Kaelith, on the other hand, twisted around in her seat like an excited kid. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at her.“We’ll see about that, Alpha Vaerith. I’ve got a strong case too,” she sh