Todos los capítulos de Reborn as Betrayed Luna : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Livia’s POVThe silence in the courtyard was absolute.Not a single wolf dared to move. The air felt heavy, saturated with Asher’s suffocating aura. His jaw was locked tight, his shoulders broad and rigid as he kept his body planted firmly between me and Elder Silas. The golden light in his eyes flared so bright it was practically luminous in the dimming afternoon sun.Elder Silas flinched, taking half a step back. His pale face flushed red with embarrassment, but his jaw remained set in a stubborn line. Beside him, Nora gripped the fabric of her tailored red skirt, her dark eyes glaring at me with raw, undisguised hatred.Alpha Magnus stepped down from the raised porch, his heavy leather boots thudding against the stone flagstones. The old Alpha didn't say a word, but his sharp gaze swept across the crowd, daring anyone else to speak up. None of the pack members did. They kept their heads lowered, paralyzed by the tension radiating off Asher."Enough," Alpha Magnus said, his gravel

Livia’s POVThe heavy iron doors of the Great Hall banged shut behind us, cutting off the loud roar of the bonfire outside.The silence inside the ground-floor corridor was sudden and thick. Cold air drifted off the stone walls, carrying the smell of pine smoke, wet earth, and the lingering heat of Asher’s Alpha presence.Asher didn't let go of my waist. His hand remained clamped over my hip, his thumb pressing firm through the thin silver silk of my dress. Every muscle in his broad chest was locked tight. His jaw was rigid, and even though we were out of the courtyard, the faint golden glow in his eyes hadn't fully faded."Torin," Asher barked without looking back.Beta Torin fell into step behind us, his heavy leather boots thudding against the stone floor. "I’m right here, Alpha.""Put extra guards on the southern perimeter wall tonight," Asher said, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that left zero room for argument. "And tell the shift captains that if Elder Silas or

Livia’s POVThe night air slapped my face like a wet cloth as we thundered through the dark pine forest.Twenty Black Moon warriors rode with us, their horses' hooves churning the soft mud into black soup. Torchlight flickered across the dark tree trunks, throwing wild, jumping shadows over the trail.Asher rode at the head of the column on his warhorse, his broad shoulders locked stiff as iron. He had pulled his black leather jacket back on, his face set in a cold, deadly scowl. He hadn't spoken a single word since we left the pack house courtyard. I rode right beside him, my fingers tight on the leather reins, my heart hammering a chaotic rhythm against my ribs.My father wouldn't do this, I kept telling myself, over and over. He gave his word. The treaty was signed.Ahead, the pitch-black sky turned a dark, sickly orange. The heavy smell of burning timber and scorched grain drifted through the pine needles, thick enough to make my throat itch."Hold!" Asher barked, raising one leat

Livia’s POVThe ride back to the pack house was wrapped in a suffocating silence.Even though we had avoided a senseless war with my father, the anger burning in my chest hadn't cooled down one bit. I sat straight in my saddle, keeping my eyes locked on the dark trail ahead, refusing to look at Asher riding beside me.He had doubted me. The very first time a crisis hit, he was ready to sweep aside my words and march on my home. His wolf had let anger take the wheel, almost playing right into the traitor's hands.Beside us, Nora rode close to her father. She kept glancing back at Asher and then at me, a subtle, satisfied smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She saw the icy space between us. She saw that Asher and I weren't even speaking.Keep dreaming, Nora,I thought, my fingers tightening on the reins until my knuckles turned white. She clearly thought this crack in our foundation was her golden invitation, that if the trust between Asher and me snapped, she could step right int

Livia’s POVThe deep iron dungeons under the east tower smelled of stale groundwater, rust, and blood.Torchlight flickered weakly against the damp stone, casting long, jittery shadows across the narrow corridor. Down here, the cold settled deep into your bones, cutting straight through the heavy cloak I had pulled around my shoulders.Asher walked half a pace ahead of me, his massive frame blocking out most of the narrow hallway. His hand was resting firmly on the hilt of his heavy blade, his broad shoulders locked stiff as iron. The heat radiating off his body was intense, but his face was completely unreadable – a mask of cold, lethal focus.He hadn't let go of my hand once on the long walk down the spiral stairs, even though the tension between us still hovered like a dark cloud.Beta Torin unlocked the heavy iron bar at the end of the passage with a loud, metallic CLANG.Inside the small, windowless cell, Elder Silas sat slumped against the far stone wall. Heavy silver chains spe