Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Banished Luna's Awakening: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

“Oh,” I whispered, shaking my head as the sheer absurdity of it settled in. “Oh, I forgot. I haven't even been officially marked and crowned Luna yet, have I? Silly me. In the eyes of the pack, I’m not even your true mate or worthy enough to stand beside you. Meanwhile, Lucien is only days away from officially marking Stella in front of everyone.”I stepped closer to him, letting the full weight of my gaze pin him where he stood.“To everyone out there, I am just a bitter, jealous woman who has a personal grievance against sweet, perfect Stella. They think I’m spinning lies, pretending the ancient power inside me belongs to me, just so I can make all of you hate her. That's the story you're all settling on, isn't it?”My voice didn't tremble. It hit the room with the force of an iron blade. “Yes, Kael. I am angry. I am bitter, and I honestly cannot remember the last time I have been this utterly pissed off.”Kael flinched, the harsh light of the wall sconces accentuating every line of

For a while, I considered going back to the archives.If the route had been altered, there had to be a record of who changed it. Someone had accessed the files. Someone had approved the change. If I looked hard enough, maybe I could find something that proved I wasn't responsible for what happened to those warriors.My eyes drifted toward the door. Then I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.What was the point?Even if I found something, who would believe me?The elders had already made their decision. The pack had already chosen what they wanted to believe. And the three men who were supposed to stand beside me had asked their questions with hesitation creeping into their eyes. Maybe this was simply how my life was meant to be. I was built from bad luck.My father’s early death had stripped away my only anchor, leaving me completely unsheltered before I even understood how cold the world could be. When my first mate snapped our bond, it wasn't with soft regret—he had actively plotted my

“What happened?” His voice was dangerously low, a sharp edge cutting through the quiet hallway.“It doesn’t matter,” I snapped, trying to pull my leg from his grip. “Why does it even matter to you?”“Elara—”“If you’ll excuse me—”I tried to pull back, but Ryker didn't let go. Instead, before I could process his movement, he slid one arm beneath my knees and the other around my back, effortlessly scooping me up off the cold stone floor.“Ryker, put me down!” I shoved against his chest, my fingers twisting into the dark fabric of his tunic as I struggled in his arms. “Put me down right now!”He ignored my protests completely, his jaw set in a rigid line as he turned and carried me straight toward the Alpha quarters. I thrashed against him, my leather satchel thumping against his side, but his grip was like iron. He didn't say a word as he kicked open the door to our shared chamber—the room I had just spent hours preparing to leave forever—and carried me inside.He set me down on the ed

One more day. Then I leave.By afternoon, my hands had started trembling whenever I reached for the water pitcher. My head felt heavy, and even sitting upright made the room sway. Without my wolf, my body was already struggling to heal. Three days without food were making the weakness even worse. The ceremony was tomorrow. I couldn't stay here. Not another night.By the third morning, I woke with a sharp, violent cramp twisting through my abdomen. Three days. I hadn't eaten a single bite in three days. I pushed myself upright, but the room immediately tilted on its axis. I gripped the edge of the mattress, my knuckles white, and stayed still until the severe dizziness passed. My body felt strangely heavy, as though even lifting my arms required a tremendous effort. My mouth was dry, a dull headache throbbed behind my eyes, and my fingers trembled against the bedsheets.I looked down at my legs. The bruising around my knees had faded to a sickly greenish-yellow, and the scabs had forme

The impact sent pain shooting up my back. I couldn't catch my breath, and my body folded forward. My chin struck the edge of a heavy oak bench before I lost my balance and hit the floor again. I coughed hard, gasping for air. A metallic taste spread across my tongue, and when I touched my lip, my fingers came away with blood."Pick her back up," Greta ordered, her voice laced with venomous delight as the crowd of servants drew closer, their taunts growing louder, feeding off the violence. "Let's see how much of that bread stays in her stomach once we're through with her."Strong, unyielding hands hauled me up again by my arms, pinning my shoulders back so tightly I felt my joints strain. I tried to pull away, tried to twist out of their grip, but my starved human body was no match for their sheer brute force. Every gasp of air hurt my bruised ribs; every tremor in my legs threatened to pull me back into the dark tide of unconsciousness.Greta stepped closer and wrapped her hand around