All Chapters of Reborn as Betrayed Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ch. 52Livia’s POVThe pine needles underfoot deadened our steps, but every branch scraping across my cloak sounded like a blade sliding from a sheath.We moved in a single line through the floor of the ravine. Above us, the high ridge blocked the moonlight, throwing the trench into thick, suffocating darkness. Ahead, Beta Torin moved like a shadow, his hand constantly resting on the pommel of his sword. Behind us, six High Council paladins followed in total silence, their silver armor dulled with mud and charcoal to kill the sheen.Asher stayed half a step ahead of me, his body angled slightly outward to shield my right side. His wolf was close to the surface. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the low, silent hum of his aura vibrating against my pulse point."Half a mile," Torin whispered, dropping back beside us. He gestured toward the jagged silhouette of two broken stone pillars rising above the tree line. "Vane’s acolytes have set up ward flares along the main stone

Livia’s POVThe noise of the courtyard faded as Asher led me down the winding trail behind the temple ruins, away from the clinking iron chains, Torin’s sharp commands, and the pale, defeated glare of Grand Oracle Vane.He didn't stop until we reached a sheltered ledge overlooking the mist-filled valley. The wind was cold, but Asher’s coat was wrapped tightly around my shoulders, heavy with his scent of pine and rain."Sit," he said softly.I sank onto a fallen stone column, my legs still trembling from the violent aftershocks of the curse breaking. Asher dropped to one knee in front of me, taking both of my cold hands in his broad, calloused palms. He didn't speak. He just held my hands against his chest, letting his pulse steady mine."The square," I whispered, the words finally coming out without the searing pain behind them. "I thought you were standing on the platform watching me die. But you weren't on the platform."Asher looked up, his golden eyes raw and exposed under the moo

Livia’s POVThe noise in the lower hall hadn't stopped since sunrise.Servants scurried across the flagstones carrying heavy bolts of crimson and midnight-blue silk, while young guards polished the iron sconces until they mirrored the torchlight. For the first time in fifteen years, the banners of Hartwell Pack and Blackwood Pack hung side by side along the stone rafters, their woven emblems overlapping above the main dais.I stood by the tall arched window in my bedroom, watching the courtyard below. Blackwood riders and Hartwell scouts sat together at the long wooden benches, sharing ale and meat without a single hand hovering near a sword hilt."You're staring again," Asher’s voice rumbled softly from the doorway.I turned as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He had traded his heavy battle leather for a dark tunic embroidered with subtle silver thread across the shoulders—the formal crest of a Blackwood heir. He looked impossibly broad, his golden eyes warm as

Livia’s POVMy pulse still thundered from the public vows. The words we had spoken before the pack binding, irreversible, still echoed in my mind. Mine. Yours. Forever. The silver cord of the mating bond had already snapped taut between us the moment the final vow left Asher’s mouth, but it was incomplete. A promise waiting for the private sealing that would finish it.The heavy oak door of our private chambers closed with a soft, final thud. Aromatic candles flickered along the stone walls, painting everything in gold and shadow. Asher stood with his back to me for a single breath, shoulders broad, the formal black of his ceremonial coat stretched across them. Then he turned.His eyes were pure alpha gold, molten and hungry.“Come here.”The command was quiet, rough. I bare feet whispered across the thick rug as I crossed to him. My ceremonial dress, soft ivory silk that had looked pure and formal under the eyes of the pack suddenly felt like nothing more than a thin barrier. Ash

Livia’s POVThe morning air was crisp and clear as the entire Hartwell pack gathered in the main courtyard to see us off.Three heavy black carriages and twenty Blackwood guards on horseback stood ready. At the front of the line, Asher sat high on his black warhorse. He wore a simple dark shirt and a leather jacket, but the raw power rolling off him was undeniable. His wolf was calm today, but anyone within ten feet could feel the intense heat of his Alpha presence.My father walked up to me, resting both hands on my shoulders, his eyes soft with pride."You're a true Luna now, Livia," he said softly, his rough voice thick with emotion. "Hartwell will always be your home, but your place is beside Asher. Take care of each other.""I will, Dad," I said, hugging him tight. “Please take good care of yourself and I'll keep asking about your health updates from Mira.” “Don't worry about me, my child. As you have instructed Mira will take care of me. You just focus on your new life ahead o