All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Seraphina!"Kaelor’s panicked roar shattered the heavy oak door into a shower of splinters, the massive High King bursting into the bedchamber like a celestial tempest of crimson fire."Get away from her!"Lysander’s shadow blade flashed in the dim room, a streak of lethal dark energy aimed directly at the assassin’s neck.The intruder let out a sharp, hiss-like breath, releasing Seraphina's mouth and leaping backward toward the high arched window. The shadowy figure vaulted onto the stone sill, flipping backward into the howling night wind of the gorge below."Lysander, chase them!" Kaelor yelled, throwing his sword aside as he dropped to his knees beside the bed.His large, trembling hands cupped Seraphina's face, his golden eyes wide with a frantic terror as he inspected the tiny droplet of silver blood on her throat."Are you hit? Did the blade have poison on it? Seraphina, answer me!""I'm... I'm breathing," Seraphina gasped, clutching her throat, her chest heaving violently as

"Traitors in the council!" Kaelor snarled, his golden eyes blazing with a dangerous, unstable fire as he drew his dark obsidian sword with a metallic screech. "Varick... that bastard sold out his own people!"​"The guards at the northern gate didn't even have time to draw their steel," Lysander rasped, his face pale, wiped with a streak of warm crimson blood that was not his own. "They didn't come with an army, Ashthorne. They came with a strike team!"​"Lysander, who breached the inner court?" Seraphina demanded, stepping out from behind Kaelor's crimson barrier. The three Moon Hearts in her chest were vibrating violently, reacting to the wave of dark ozone choking the crisp night air.​"The Crimson Fangs," Lysander hissed, his shadow-aura coiling tightly around his arms like jagged black whips. "Garrick’s personal executioners. Blood-bound thralls who feel no pain, fear no fire, and stop for nothing."​Down in the festival plaza, the sweet smell of roasted honey-nuts and white birc

The dawn brought no warmth to the northern ridge, only a pale, bruised-violet haze that hung heavy over the jagged peaks. Riding at the head of the small war party, Kaelor kept his back rigid, his jaw set like stone, staring straight ahead as his dark warhorse cut through the knee-deep drifts.​Behind him, riding side by side, Seraphina and Lysander kept a steady pace. Though neither spoke of the emotional storm from the subterranean archives the night before, the quiet, unspoken understanding between them was palpable. Kaelor didn't turn around to look at them. Every time the soft ring of Lysander’s leather harness or Seraphina’s light laughter reached his ears, his hand tightened around the leather reins until the leather creaked under his immense Alpha strength.​"The wind has changed, High King," Jaxon warned, riding up beside Kaelor’s stallion, pointing his leather-bound spear toward a looming, ancient boundary line of black, gnarled trees that stretched across the valley floor.

"Royal blood..." Kaelor muttered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, lethal register that sent a ripple of heat through the snow-covered courtyard. "The guardian said someone with royal blood betrayed the alliance."​"Elowen's council? Or one of the high lords from the eastern territories?" Lysander asked.His stormy eyes narrowing as he scanned the surrounding forest. His shadow blade remained drawn, its obsidian tip resting lightly against the snow. "If the key to the Fifth Temple was handed to Garrick from the inside, then the Southern Sands are already compromised."​"We can't blindly march into the south without securing our rear," Seraphina said softly, her bare hand resting over the four Moon Hearts pulsing steadily within her chest. The brilliant celestial light had settled under her skin, but her sapphire eyes still shimmered with tiny, constellation-like specks of silver. "If there's a traitor in the high ranks, every move we make will be broadcast straight to the First E

The chaotic storm inside Seraphina’s core slowly ebbed into a dull, thrumming ache as the ethereal image of Goddess Selene dissolved back into the celestial void. On the high marble balcony, Kaelor’s heavy, fire-warmed hand was pressed against her back, while Lysander’s dark shadow-aura held her shoulders steady.​"Seraphina!" Kaelor’s baritone grated with intense panic, his golden eyes wide as he searched her pale face. "Talk to me, little star! What did you see? Was it another attack?"​"No..." Seraphina rasped, her hands trembling as she wiped a thin bead of cold sweat from her forehead. She looked up at both men, her breath shuddering as the warning of her fracturing core weighed heavily on her mind. "It was Goddess Selene. The... the balance is shifting. We don't have time to linger in the citadel."​"We aren't staying here a minute longer anyway," Lysander hissed, his grey eyes flashing toward the dark corridor behind them. "If a royal traitor is walking these halls, the inner k