Todos los capítulos de Bound by the Cursed Moon: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Male Lead POV: Kieran AshveilThe horn kept sounding, three blasts becoming ten, becoming a scream of brass that never let the silence back into the hall, and I understood before anyone spoke a single word that Garrick Duskmoor had not walked out on us. He had walked out on us into a trap already set."That is not a border patrol signal." Dorian was beside me before I finished the thought, his hand already closing hard around my forearm, pulling me toward the side doors instead of the great ones Garrick had used. "That is the pattern for a breach in numbers we cannot hold, Kieran. Someone let hunters through the eastern line while this entire pack was sitting in a wedding hall."My father was already moving, shouting orders that scattered guards toward the walls, toward the windows, toward every entrance a wolf could use to reach the people inside this room. I looked for Rhen and found her exactly where I expected her to be, not frozen, not hiding, already pulling Sable toward the wea

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"Fall back to the inner ring, now, that is an order." My father's voice cracked across the hall like a whip, and for the first time in my life I heard something underneath the command that sounded almost like fear.I fought my way toward him through the smoke, past a knot of guards holding the north stair, past Dorian dragging a wounded elder clear of a collapsed beam, and found Alaric Ashveil standing over the body of a Duskmoor guard, blade in hand, blood that was not his own soaking one sleeve."Father, you should be with the elders.""The elders are safe below," he said, not looking away from the door Garrick had walked out of an hour earlier. "I am not leaving my pack to fight a war I helped start by pretending a broken engagement would end quietly.""This is not on you," I said."Is it not." His eyes found mine, and for once there was no distance in them, no careful Alpha's mask, only a father looking at a son he had spent years training to be someo

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"You lied to me for months, Dorian, do not stand there and pretend this is about pack law." My own voice sounded like a stranger's in my ears, raw and furious in a way I had never once directed at the man who had guarded my back since we were pups.The hall had gone quiet in the hour after the attack, the wounded carried below, the dead laid out with what dignity we could manage, and somewhere in the wreckage of it all Dorian had finally told me the truth he had been carrying since the night he first saw Rhen's locket."I was protecting this pack the only way I knew how," Dorian said, and for once his voice held no certainty at all. "I found her locket months ago, Kieran, I recognized the crest, and I said nothing because I told myself the truth would break something this territory could not survive.""You let Malachi Vane get close enough to nearly kill her tonight.""I did not tell Malachi Vane anything," Dorian said sharply, some of his old fire return

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"If you touch her, there is no version of tonight where you walk out of this clearing." The words left me low and cold, closer to a growl than my own voice, and for the first time since we arrived, Malachi Vane actually looked at me instead of through me."Careful, heir," he said, blade still resting against Rhen's mother's throat. "Threats work better when the man making them is not standing forty feet away with nothing between us but open ground.""Let him have his threats, Malachi, you already have what you actually came for." Rhen's mother's voice was steadier than I expected, steady in the exact way I had watched Rhen's voice go steady in the middle of a battle only hours earlier, and I understood in that moment precisely where her daughter's courage had come from. "You do not need me. You never needed me. Let me go and finish whatever ritual you dragged us both out here for.""Mom, stop talking like that," Rhen said, voice breaking."I am not lettin

Male Lead POV: Kieran Ashveil"Get back, both of you, right now, the ground is not holding." Dorian's shout tore through the collapsing light, and I grabbed Rhen around the waist and threw us both clear as the ritual circle beneath our feet split wide, silver fire pouring up out of the crack like something long buried finally allowed to breathe.We hit the grass hard at the clearing's edge, and I rolled to cover Rhen with my own body as chunks of the old stone archway came down around us, the entire ruin shuddering under a force that felt less like an ending and more like a century of pressure finally finding release."Rhen, are you hurt," I said, pulling back just enough to see her face, and found her staring past me, wide eyed, at the center of the clearing where Malachi Vane stood frozen, his careful ritual circle now a widening chasm of silver light he clearly had never expected to lose control of."This was never meant to be forced," Rhen said, breathless, pushing up onto her elb