All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

The warm, dry wind of the Crimson Dominion gave way to a bitter, unnatural chill as the allied vanguard crossed the jagged border into the Shadow Ridge. Above them, the sky was framed by heavy, charcoal clouds that never broke, casting the jagged black peaks in an eternal, suffocating twilight.​​"Keep your blades drawn and your shields locked," Kaelor barked, his voice echoing off the towering obsidian cliffs as he reined in his heavy warhorse. "The air in these passways is toxic to weak lungs. Don't breathe too deeply."​"It's not just the air, Ashthorne," Lysander said quietly, riding beside Seraphina on his dark stallion. His stormy eyes scanned the mist-shrouded ruins of towering stone arches and crumbled spires scattered across the valley floor. "This whole kingdom was built over a nexus of dark ley-lines. When my home fell, the magic turned rotten."​Seraphina pulled her heavy woolen cloak tighter around her neck, her bare hands resting over her sternum. Beneath her dress, the

The thick, suffocating black smoke from Cassian’s escape slowly cleared, leaving the grand hall of the ruined Shadow Palace in a heavy, painful silence.Seraphina collapsed onto her hands and knees on the marble stairs, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the violent tether between her chest and the stolen Shadow Crown finally snapped. The skin over her sternum burned with a fierce, lingering heat, her four Moon Hearts thumping against her ribs in a chaotic, erratic rhythm."Seraphina!"Lysander was the first to reach her, his dark shadow-aura flaring around them as he dropped to his knees and caught her shoulders before she could fall forward. His hands were trembling, his stormy grey eyes wide with horror as he searched her pale face. "Are you alright?! Did that relic burn your core?!""I'm... I'm alive," Seraphina rasped, leaning her forehead lightly against his chest as she fought to steady her breathing. "The crown... Lysander, the Shadow Crown didn't just react to the

The searing pain in Seraphina’s wrist subsided into a steady, rhythmic thrumming that echoed the five celestial pulses inside her chest. She pushed herself up from the cold star-stone floor, supported by Kaelor’s heavy, stabilizing arm and Lysander’s vigilant grip on her elbow. The glowing mark of Queen Selenara—a crescent moon cradled by seven distinct stars—shimmered beneath her skin in brilliant, irremovable silver-violet threads.​"Can you stand, my Queen?" Lysander rasped, his stormy eyes remaining fixed on the glowing mark upon her wrist. His fingers lingered on her sleeve for a fraction of a second before he reluctantly let go, pulling back into the shadows of the archive.​"I can stand, Lysander," Seraphina breathed, adjusting her silver silk coat over her wrists. She looked at Kaelor, whose golden eyes were dark with a swirling tempest of pride, concern, and unuttered dread. "We need to get out of these subterranean vaults before Cassian reaches the main altar in the Southern

"Kaelor! No, no, no! Open your eyes!" Seraphina’s sob shattered the heavy stillness of the canyon.She sat on her knees in the blood-stained sand, her body trembling violently under the weight of his unmoving, colossal frame. Kaelor’s heavy head rested against her shoulder, his face deathly pale, his golden eyes closed behind dark, blood-matted lashes. The sickening black fluid from the berserker claws was aggressively eating through his chest armor, searing into his flesh with a quiet, horrifying hiss."Captain Jaxon! Get the royal healers down here now!" Lysander roared, his shadow aura flaring in a desperate panic as he dropped to his knees beside them. His hands hovered over Kaelor’s shattered chest plate, trying to pull the dark fluid away with his shadow magic, but the corruption was too deep. "Hold on, Ashthorne! Don't you dare die in this filthy pass!""He's fading, Lysander!" Seraphina gasped, her hands trembling as she pressed her bare palms flat against Kaelor’s bleeding st