All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Lost Luna Princess : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MIRA'S POVLoud murmurs erupted around the entire hall as pack members, guards, and noble spectators looked left and right in sheer panic. Me being released made it sink in that one of them around me could be the killer.People leaned over the high benches, eyeing their neighbors with deep suspicion and whispering frantically into each other's ears. Everyone was wondering who among them could be the dark magic user, searching for any subtle sign of guilt on the faces surrounding them.The center elder leaned over the heavy oak barrier, his sharp grey eyes wide with anxiety as he stared at the center of the room. "Grand Mage! Can you identify this killer? Can you give us a face or a name so we can hunt them down? You must have seen the face of the person that embodied Mira in your vision."The Grand Mage lowered his silver staff, as he shook his hooded head slowly. "I cannot see a face. The shadow magic used to mask the true perpetrator is absolute. It leaves no visual imprint in the m

MIRA'S POVMy head was pulled back sharply by my wet hair, forcing my neck up toward the low ceiling. The razor-sharp edge of the silver blade dug into my delicate skin, drawing a tiny droplet of warm blood that trickled slowly down toward my collarbone. Panic surged through my veins, making my chest heave for oxygen."Wait!" I gasped out, desperate to buy extra time before my end."Who are you talking about? Who do you think your mate is?"The woman leaned down until her cold lips brushed against the side of my ear. "Asher," she whispered, her voice dripping with dangerous possession. "Alpha King Asher belongs to me. He has always belonged to me.""You are completely wrong!" I shouted, trying to shake my head against her brutal grip. "I am not Asher's mate! He does not love me, and I do not love him! He thinks I am a defective, wolfless human! Please, you have to believe me! I have no desire to take him away from you or anyone else!"The woman let out a low, bitter laugh that echo

ASHER’S POVThe heavy weight of guilt still pressed hard against my chest as I sat behind the desk in my office. I kept replaying the image of Mira standing in the courtroom, her body trembling with exhaustion while my elders falsely accused her of a horrific crime. I had locked her in a cold cell, treated her like a prisoner, and let my anger blind me to the truth.To make amends for my harsh actions, I personally ensured that she received the finest treatment the pack could offer. I ordered the head housekeeper to send up soft silk gowns, warm wool cloaks, and trays piled high with seasoned meats, fresh fruit, and rich bread. I gave explicit instructions that she should want for nothing within these keep walls.Hours passed as the afternoon sun moved slowly across the sky, but Mira never came to my office.I sat near the tall glass windows, constantly glancing toward the heavy wooden door, fully expecting her to walk through it. I thought she might come to offer a quiet word of than

Mira's POVMy tormentor did not kill me. She poured a green liquid on the tip of the knife and put it back on my neck, slicing the thin skin and smearing it on my skin. My skin made a sizzling sound as the flesh got burnt and I screamed as loud as I could with the pain erupting in my neck. The pain eventually died down and my head hung limply against my chest, my dark hair soaked in a mixture of cold sweat and fresh crimson blood. Every single breath I drew felt like a sharp dagger sliding directly into my lungs. The iron-spiked whip had ripped deep, jagged gashes across my bare shoulders, chest, and thighs, leaving raw flesh exposed to the biting cold of the room. Warm blood continued to flow steadily from my numerous wounds, dripping off my fingertips and pooling heavily onto the frozen cobblestones beneath my chair.I had screamed for so long and so hard that my throat felt entirely shredded. My voice was completely gone, reduced to a faint, pitiful rasp that barely made a sound

MIRA’S POVThe blinding white light fading from my vision left behind a dull, throbbing ache at the base of my skull.I blinked several times, my heavy eyelids forcing themselves open against the harsh, bright sunlight pouring through the shattered glass windows of the infirmary. The sharp, clean scent of fresh pine and crushed lavender filled my nostrils, replacing the bitter odor of dry blood and nightshade poison that had choked me in the dark dungeon.I sat up slowly on the narrow medical bed, the white linen sheets sliding down to my waist. I reached a hand up to touch my collarbone, tracing the smooth skin where deep, jagged gashes had ripped through my chest just hours ago. There were no open wounds left on my body. Every cut from Elyra's spiked whip had completely closed, leaving behind faint silver lines that throbbed with a strange, residual warmth deep under my skin.Across the room, two figures stepped into view from the far corner of the chamber.Asher stood beside Chase,