Semua Bab Rise of the Forbidden Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The deafening trumpets and cheers of the grand welcoming ball had finally died down, leaving the vast corridors of the Lycan Citadel buried under a heavy, suffocating silence.I sat cross-legged on the edge of the plush velvet mattress in my quarters, the morning sunlight cutting through the heavy drapes in pale, cold sheets. I had already stripped away the simple black gown from the night before, replacing it with my sleek, dark leather training gear. As I pulled the straps of my leather bracers tight around my forearms, my hands were entirely steady. There were no tears left in my eyes. The heartbreak of hearing the high priest announce that Ethan’s royal wedding to Princess Isolde was officially set for three weeks from tonight had burned away, leaving behind nothing but a freezing calm.I rested my palms flat against my stomach, feeling the familiar, warm flutters of my babies heartbeat thriving in my womb. They were growing stronger everyday.They were mine. And I was going to fig

The grand banquet hall of Lycan Citadel was a spectacle of ancient royal wealth and political power. Massive stone pillars were wrapped in heavy velvet banners bearing the gold-crested wolves of the bloodlines, while iron chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, casting a warm, flickering amber glow over the thousands of elite guests pack leaders, high-ranking alphas, foreign dignitaries, and wealthy noble merchants from across the regions. The air was a suffocating mix of expensive elven wines, roasted wild boar, and the underlying, heavy pressure of dominant high-tier alpha auras. Music from a classical orchestra echoed beautifully against the stone walls, but underneath the laughter and clinking crystal glasses, the room felt like a beautifully decorated cage.Ethan stood near the high table, looking every bit the supreme alpha king in his formal royal tunic. Yet, despite his dominant posture, his amber eyes were constantly scanning the crowd, his wolf pacing anxiously inside hi

The morning sun cut through the glass windows of the royal council hall, throwing long, distorted shadows across the massive mahogany assembly table. The air inside the room was thick with the scent of old parchment and heavy incense At the head of the table sat Ethan, looking completely regal, cold, and flawless. But the devastating change from the night before had fully solidified. He was leaning slightly toward Princess Isolde, his large hand completely enveloping hers on top of the polished wood, whispering something softly into her ear that made her let out a melodious giggle. He looked at her with an absolute, lovesick devotion, his amber eyes completely re-wired by the toxic memory-wipe poison.Aria pushed open the doors of the council hall. She hadn't slept a single wink all night. Her eyes were slightly rimmed with red, but her posture was straight and she carried herself with dignity. After the horrific confrontation in the garden last night, she had spent hours crying, bu

The walk from the council corridors to the private quarters where Marcus lived felt like a devastatingly long, endless distance, each step heavier than the last as the agonizing weight of the conversation i overheard between Isolde and Julian weighed me down. I couldn't wait to finally get to my father, and completely break down to cry in his arms where I knew I was safe. My heart was still violently hammering against my ribs from the horrific conversation. Banishment. Execution in the woods. The complete, systematic theft of my children's imperial heritage. Every single word burned inside my brain like liquid fire, but my tears had completely stopped. The fragile, weeping victim had died in that corridor, replaced entirely by a wolf of pure steel.I reached my father's quarters and faintly knocked on the door. The door groaned quietly, as he opened and I stepped into the dimly lit room. "Aria," he called my name, his voice filled with concern and a father's protective warmth. He s

The sensation of falling wasn't a smooth descent; it was a violent, deafening roar of chaos that stripped the breath straight from my lungs.For several terrifying seconds, the universe lost all sense of direction. Up, down, life, death, they all blurred into a suffocating vortex of churning snow and jagged chunks of ice. The wind howled in my ears like a choir of angry gods as gravity dragged me down into the white abyss. My survival instincts screamed at me to brace, to shift my weight, to let my dormant wolf reflexes cushion the impact before the mountain claimed my life and that of my unborn kids. Protect the box, my mind roared through the panic. I tightly folded both arms across my chest, locking the silver, velvet-lined box against my chest. I rounded my shoulders, tucking my chin, and let my body roll into the heavy, shifting cushion of the avalanche cascade.Thud.The impact shattered the air in my chest as I slammed into a massive, deep snowbank at the base of the secondary