Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn as Betrayed Luna : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Livia’s POVThe cold night air cut through my cloak like glass as thirty Black Moon wolves charged through the dark mountain pass.Moonlight spilled over the jagged cliffs, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted trail. Beside me, Asher rode a massive black stallion, his dark leather cloak billowing out like wings behind him. His jaw was set in a hard, lethal line, his golden eyes glowing in the dark as he scanned the treeline ahead.Behind us, Beta Torin and Gamma Marcus led our fastest trackers. No heavy armor. No slow supply wagons. Just iron blades, raw wolf speed, and a desperate race against the clock.Hold on, Father, I prayed silently, my knuckles white as I gripped the leather reins. Please, just hold on."We're crossing the Hartwell border!" Asher shouted over the thunderous pounding of hooves. He pulled his horse alongside mine, his hand reaching across the gap to wrap his fingers tight around my wrist for a single, reassuring second. "Keep your sharp eyes open, Livia!

Livia’s POVThe hearth inside the inner chamber flickered softly, casting warm amber light over the blood-soaked linen sheets.Outside, the shouts of Black Moon warriors clearing debris from the courtyard faded into the quiet chill of the late night. But inside, the only sound was my father’s labored, shallow breathing.Asher stood near the reinforced oak door, his arms crossed over his chest, guarding the threshold. His hands were still wrapped in clean bandages from the raw magic he’d channeled hours ago, his golden eyes watching every breath my father took."Livia," Asher said softly, his deep voice carrying a quiet tenderness. "Your magic... you've never drawn this much power at once. It could drain your own vitality.""He's my father, Asher," I whispered, kneeling beside the bed. "I have to try."I placed both palms flat against the severe wound on my father’s abdomen. I closed my eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath, and reached deep inside myself—past the fear, past the fatig

Livia’s POVThe moment our horses stepped across the mossy boundary stones, the ambient sound of the world died.No birds chirped in the canopy. No wind rustled the needle-thin pine leaves. Only the hollow, heavy thud of our horses' hooves against the damp soil echoed through the unnatural silence.A thick, milk-white fog rolled off the ancient roots, swallowing the path behind us within seconds. The air grew frigid, smelling sharply of wet earth, iron, and old magic."Stay close, Livia," Asher warned, his horse crowding mine until our knees brushed together. He had his broadsword drawn, the steel resting lightly against his saddle horn. His golden eyes darted from shadow to shadow as the fog thickened into opaque walls around us. "The air is heavy with illusion magic. Don't trust anything you see or hear unless you can feel it through our bond."I reached out through the soul-tether connecting us – the warm, pulsing thread of pure Alpha and Warden magic anchored deep in my chest. "I

Livia’s POVThe silver liquid starlight hovering between Asher’s hand and mine pulsated like a trapped heart. The moment our skin touched the Heart-Tree's wounded trunk, a searing jolt of raw power surged through our mate bond."Draw it out, Asher!" I cried out, my knuckles turning white as I pressed my palms deeper into the ancient alabaster bark.Asher growled, his golden eyes igniting into blinding white fire. Pitch-black tendrils of Primordial shadow coiled down his arms and sank straight into the wood. The black bile that Vane had pumped into the roots hissed loudly, boiling into foul steam as Asher’s shadow magic forcibly latched onto the Imperial corruption, pulling the oily rot up through the grain and out into the open air."It’s working," Asher spat through gritted teeth, his muscles straining under the raw pressure. "Livia….now! Cleanse it!"I channeled every drop of my Warden blood into the hovering teardrop of starlight. The liquid starlight exploded into a blinding dom

Livia’s POVThe night air burned my lungs as our horses thundered across the drawbridge into Hartwell Pack’s inner courtyard.Torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls. Black Moon guards and Hartwell soldiers were still working to repair the wooden barricades, but the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a blade.Asher vaulted off his black stallion before the horse had even come to a full stop. His broadsword clattered against his thigh, his jaw locked tight, his golden eyes burning with dark, predatory focus. He didn't wait for me—he strode straight toward the heavy oak doors leading into the main keep."Asher, wait!" I shouted, swinging down from my mare and sprinting after him, my boots sloshing through the muddy courtyard.I caught up to him on the stone stairs, grabbing his heavy leather forearm. The heat radiating off his skin was scorching, his wolf pacing wild just beneath his surface."Remember your promise!" I demanded, stepping in front of him on