《Bound by the Cursed Moon》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"Your father built this treaty on a lie he never bothered to check, and I am the only one left alive who can prove it." The words came from Rhen's mother in a voice so quiet I almost missed them beneath the sound of the horses catching their breath on the far bank.We had crossed the river with Vane's horn still echoing behind us, and I had pushed the group hard into a stretch of dense woodland my scouts knew well enough to lose a pursuit in, at least for an hour, at least long enough to breathe. Rhen rode close beside me now, her mother's arms still locked around her waist, and I could feel the tension radiating off both of them like heat off stone."What lie," I asked, keeping my voice level even though every instinct in me wanted to demand an answer immediately."The curse was never about punishing a bond between our bloodlines," she said. "It was written as a promise that the right two people would one day complete it. Your father knows the old texts.

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"Your father already knows you broke formation to chase after an Omega, and he is not asking why. He is telling you to come home before the whole pack starts asking instead." The garrison rider delivered the message with the flat, careful tone of a man who did not want to be the one saying it.I read the sealed letter twice before I let myself believe what it said, my father's handwriting sharp and controlled across the page in a way that told me exactly how much fury he had folded beneath the formal wording. Word had reached Ashveil territory faster than I expected, likely carried by one of the scouts who fled the river crossing, and by the time it found me it had already grown into something far larger than the truth."How bad," Dorian asked quietly, standing close enough to read over my shoulder without asking permission, an old habit neither of us had ever bothered to break."He says the Duskmoor envoy arrived early for the wedding preparations and is

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"They are not hunters," Dorian said, lowering his blade a fraction as the riders came close enough to make out clearly through the trees, and something in his voice made my stomach drop before he even finished the sentence. "Kieran, that is my father's crest. Those are Enforcer riders. My father sent them."I felt the tension in my shoulders shift from one kind of fear to another entirely as the riders slowed and finally came into view, seven men in familiar dark uniforms, led by a broad shouldered officer I recognized instantly as Dorian's own father, retired from active duty but clearly not from loyalty. Rhen's hand found mine, and I could feel her pulse still racing from the false alarm."Dorian," the older man said, reining in his horse a careful distance away, his eyes moving over our group with the sharp, cataloguing attention of a man who had trained half the Enforcers currently serving under Alaric. "Your Alpha sent word two days ago that you had

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"I have known there was a chance since before you were born, and I made the choice not to wait and see, because a treaty I could sign felt safer than a prophecy I could not control." My father said it standing perfectly still at the head of the table, and I had never in my life heard him admit to fear so plainly.The hall had gone utterly silent, servants and guards frozen near the walls, Elara's father having not yet arrived to witness what was quickly becoming the exact confrontation I had promised myself I would have. Rhen's mother stood close to her daughter, her hand tight around Rhen's arm, and I watched my father's eyes move between the two of them with an expression I could only describe as a man finally facing something he had spent two decades running from."You knew Wren's bloodline could still exist," I said slowly, forcing myself to stay calm even as fury built steadily beneath my ribs. "You knew there was a possibility the curse could be com

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"The wound is gone, Kieran, completely gone, and I have delivered wolves through their darkest injuries for thirty years, so believe me when I tell you that what I am looking at right now should not be possible." The pack healer said it staring at Rhen's bare shoulder in the candlelit quiet of the private chamber, and I felt something between relief and pure disbelief crash through me at once.Vane had fled into the night with what remained of his men, leaving the hall in ruins and Elara's father under guard, his debt to the hunter faction now the least of the consequences he would be facing. My father had ordered every gate sealed and every guard doubled, but for the moment, in this quiet room with Rhen sitting upright and very much alive, none of that mattered as much as the impossible sight in front of us."Show me," my father said quietly from the doorway, and the healer stepped aside to reveal skin that bore no trace at all of the blade that had open