All Chapters of Reborn as Betrayed Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Livia’s POVThe map room at Hartwell Pack smelled of old parchment. Rain lashed against the high narrow windows, casting dark streaky shadows across the table where Beta Torin had laid out a rough charcoal sketch of the Capital’s lower level.Asher stood over the table, his arms crossed tight against his chest. He hadn't shaved in two days. The dark stubble along his jawline made him look hard, mean, and thoroughly dangerous. He smelled of pine, rain, and that heavy metallic heat that always rolled off him when his wolf was pacing under his skin."The lower dungeons aren't built like the rest of the palace," Torin said, tapping a thick scarred finger against the bottom corner of the map. "The Queen Mother keeps her political prisoners below the drainage pipes. It’s four floors down, buried under solid granite. Only one way in for supply carts, and three choke points guarded by heavy cross-bolts."I sat on the corner of the heavy wooden bench, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to stop

Livia’s POVAsher carried Clara back up the dark stairs, her thin form looking impossibly small against his broad chest. He laid her gently onto her bed, stepping back the moment Martha fluttered over with a warm cup of steeped chamomile and dried feverfew."She’s just completely drained," Martha whispered, tucking the heavy wool blankets around Clara’s shoulders. "Ten years of isolation means her body doesn't know how to handle loud noises or sudden stress. She needs complete rest."Clara’s eyes were half-lidded, heavy with exhaustion. Her hand twitched on top of the covers, her pale fingers reaching blindly toward the edge of the mattress until her knuckles brushed against Asher’s sleeve."Don't leave..." she whimpered softly, her raspy voice breaking in the back of her throat.Asher froze for a second, his golden gaze darting down to her trembling hand before shifting to me. There was a flicker of uncomfortable tension in his jaw. He wasn't a man comfortable with vulnerability—he

Livia’s POVThe stone overhang provided decent cover from the driving rain, but it didn't do much against the damp, penetrating chill coming off the cliffs.Torin and Marcus set to work building a small fire against the back wall, using dry pine knots they’d pulled from beneath the rock ledges. Within twenty minutes, a modest flame was crackling, casting long, dancing shadows across the grey granite and filling the hollow with the warm, resinous smell of burning wood.Asher set Clara down carefully on a dry bed of pine needles near the warmest corner of the hearth. He unbuckled his heavy wool cloak, shaking the rainwater from the hem before laying it over her lap."Stay close to the wall," he told her gruffly. "The wind sweeps around that outer pillar if you move too far left."Clara pulled the heavy black wool up to her chin, her small face almost drowning in the fabric. She looked up at him with wide, shining green eyes. "Thank you, Asher. You're very kind."Asher just gave a sharp

Livia’s POVThe morning sun broke through the thick gray fog, casting long streaks of pale light through the narrow iron-grated windows of the master bedroom.Asher was already awake when I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his bare back facing me, muscles tense as he pulled a black leather tunic over his head. The heat coming off his skin was a furnace, filling the cold room with the deep, intoxicating scent of pine needles, rain, and raw male wolf.I reached out from beneath the heavy fur blankets, resting my hand over the broad span of his shoulder blades. His muscles twitched under my palm, his head turning slightly so his golden eyes caught mine."You're up early," I murmured, my voice thick with sleep."I have two patrols coming back from the border at dawn," Asher grunted low, turning around to plant a firm, warm kiss against my forehead. His large hand slid into my hair, his thumb tracing my cheekbone with possessive familiarity. "I need to check th

Livia’s POVThe morning air in the fortress courtyard felt less like crisp mountain pine and more like drawn steel.I stood near the upper balustrade, watching the daily change of the guard. Below, Asher was already in his thick leather mantle, speaking in low, serious tones to Beta Torin and two border trackers. He looked every bit the Primordial Alpha—broad, rigid, his sharp profile carved from hard granite.My chest throbbed with a dangerous mixture of anger, protectiveness, and pure, icy clarity.I hadn't slept a wink after watching Clara walk away down that dark hallway last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her smooth, effortless stride. No limp. No trembling. No raspy, breathy sob. Just a quiet, terrifying grace.She had lied. About her weakness, her helplessness, her fear – all of it was a constructed stage, and Asher was her unwitting audience."Luna?"I turned my head. Beta Torin’s mate, Sara, was walking toward me carrying a wooden tray covered with a fresh linen c