Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

LYRA'S POV Three days pass after the training field. I do not leave my room. The guards bring food. I do not eat. The mark pulses on my wrist. I do not look at it. Kael does not come. I do not know if I want him to or not. The fortress is louder than usual today. Boots stomp through the hallways. Voices shout orders. Horses neigh in the courtyard. Something is happening. Something big. I press my ear to the door. "...Prince Ronan arrives within the hour..." "...send word to Alpha Kael..." "...elite warriors from the Eastern Court..." Prince Ronan. I have heard that name before. In Silver Ridge, the servants whispered about him. The prince of the Eastern Court. The most powerful wolf in the kingdom after the High King himself. They say he is young. Handsome. Dangerous. They say he has never lost a fight. I sit back on my bed and pull my knees to my chest. A prince. Coming here. To this cold fortress in the mountains. It has nothing to do with me. I am still a prisoner.

ROMAN'S POVI have searched for ten years.Every pack. Every ruin. Every rumor that whispered of a survivor. I followed false leads and dead ends. I wasted years on lies.And then I found her.In a fortress at the edge of the world. Sold like cattle. Mated to a wolf who refuses to claim her.The Moon Goddess has a cruel sense of humor.I stand at my window and watch the sun rise over the mountains. The east wing is still dark. She is still sleeping. Or trying to sleep. I have seen the shadows under her eyes. She is scared.She hides it well. But I see it.My hand moves to my chest. Beneath my shirt, the silver pendant rests against my skin. I have worn it every day since my mother died.A crescent moon wrapped around a broken crown.The symbol of the Silver Crescent.The symbol of the pack my mother served.The symbol that now marks Lyra's wrist.I pull the pendant out and stare at it. The silver is worn smooth from years of touching.I found her, Mother. I found the heir.Now what do

CASSIA'S POVI watch her walk through the fortress like she owns it.Lyra. The debt payment. The servant who thinks she's something now.No guards follow her. No chains on her wrists. She moves through the hallways with her head held high, like the mark on her arm gives her the right to breathe the same air as me.It makes me sick.I press myself against the wall as she passes. She doesn't see me. She never sees me. She's too busy playing the victim, too busy making Kael feel sorry for her.But I see her.I see everything.---I've waited seven years for Kael.Seven years of standing, waiting while he chose other women. Elara. Mira. Sera. Each one beautiful. Each one dead.I thought I was patient. I thought I could outlast them all.Then Lyra arrived.And everything I worked for started crumbling.---I follow her through the fortress. She goes to the garden. Sits on a stone bench. Stares at the mountains like she's contemplating something deep.She's probably thinking about Kael. Abo

CASSIA'S POVI start with the servants.They gather in the kitchen at dawn, yawning and rubbing their eyes. I walk in like I own the place. They straighten up when they see me. The Beta's wife. Someone important."Have you heard?" I ask, keeping my voice low.They lean in."About the girl," I say. "The one Alpha Kael brought here."One of them nods. "The debt payment.""She's not just a debt payment." I pause. Let the silence hang. "She's cursed."Their eyes widen."Have you noticed the strange things happening since she arrived?" I ask. "The blackouts. The whispers. The warriors dropping to their knees?"More nods. They've felt it too. They just didn't have a name for it."That's her," I say. "She's bringing death to this pack. The hunters are coming because of her."I leave them whispering among themselves. The seeds are planted.---I move to the training field next.The warriors are sparring, grunting, swinging wooden swords. I stand at the edge until one of them notices me. Rina.

LYRA'S POVThe silver light leaves my hand like a scream made solid.It hits the first hunter square in the chest. He does not fall. He does not burn. He shatters. Like glass. Like ice. Like something that was never alive to begin with.His pieces scatter across the courtyard stones. Black dust rises where he stood. The other hunters hesitate. Their hollow faces turn toward me. I feel their hunger in my mind. Cold. Endless.But I also feel something else.Fear.They are afraid of me."Again," Kael growls beside me. His wolf form is massive, fur bristling, teeth bared. But his voice in my head is steady. Use it again. They are hesitating.I raise my hand. The mark on my wrist blazes so bright I cannot look at it. The power surges up from somewhere deep. Not my wolf. Older. Something that was sleeping in my blood long before I was born.The second hunter lunges. I throw the light. He shatters too. Then the third. The fourth.But there are more. Dozens more. Pouring through the broken ga