Todos los capítulos de The Moonbound Hearts: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 62 — The Prophecy I Once WroteDiana’s P.O.V.The night my bond with Vaughn finally completed beneath the Blood Moon, something changed without making a sound.I felt it the moment the final seal disappeared from the ground beneath our feet. The strange pressure that had swept through Shadowfang vanished, the wind returned to the mountains, and the wolves slowly lowered their heads as though the world had released a breath it had been holding for centuries. The Blood Moon continued its journey across the sky, but its unnatural crimson glow gradually faded until only the ordinary silver light of the moon remained.Nothing emerged from beyond the mountains.Nothing attacked us.The entity that had supposedly slept for eternity had awakened and answered the call of the final seal, yet the night remained strangely peaceful.That was what frightened me most.I had expected terror to consume me once I understood what our ceremony had done. I had expected my instincts to scream at me

Chapter 64 — The Death We MisunderstoodDiana’s P.O.V.“How did we die, Vaughn?”The question escaped my lips before I could lose the courage to ask it.For several seconds, Vaughn said nothing. He stood beside the window, his golden eyes fixed on the distant mountains where the ancient presence had disappeared beyond our sight. The early morning light touched his face, but it did nothing to soften the shadows gathering in his expression.I had spent the entire night recovering fragments of our first life. I had seen Lucien imprison Vaughn, witnessed the cruelty that had grown from his fear of losing me, and discovered that I had written the prophecy in an attempt to preserve the truth for the life that would eventually follow.Yet the memory had ended before I could discover what happened to us.I knew Vaughn had suffered because he refused to betray me. I knew Lucien had allowed his love to become a prison. What I did not know was how our story had ended, or why the Moon Goddess had

Chapter 66 - The Dream Life Diana's P. O. V. We sat together beside the balcony doors, wrapped in a thick blanket while the last of the tea cooled between us. Vaughn had removed his formal jacket, leaving him in a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. The faint light of the rising sun caught the golden strands in his hair, and I found myself watching him more often than I watched the mountains. He noticed, of course. “You're staring.” “I'm admiring my mate.” His eyebrows rose. “Is that what we're calling it?” “Would you prefer that I call you handsome?” “I would prefer that you continue.” I shook my head, smiling, and rested my head against his shoulder. His fingers moved slowly through my hair, untangling the strands with a patience I had never expected from a man who seemed perpetually surrounded by urgent responsibilities. The silence between us was comfortable now. Eventually, I spoke. “Do you ever wonder what our lives would have been like if we

Chapter 68 - The Key and A SecretDiana's P. O. V. His private chamber was on the upper floor, overlooking the training field. It was a practical room rather than a royal suite, furnished with a broad desk, several shelves of books, a weapons cabinet, and a large window through which the morning light fell across the wooden floor.Lucien gestured toward a chair.“Make yourself comfortable. I need to change before we speak properly.”He disappeared through an adjoining door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.I sat down, then immediately stood again.I had rehearsed what I wanted to ask him on the way here. I would demand to know whether he had any information about Elara's betrayal, why she had left without speaking to me, and whether her actions in our first life had been connected to the Shadow Moon Cult.Yet now that I was actually in his chamber, the questions seemed to tangle together. I had come here because I needed answers about my sister. But beneath that urgency lay another

Chapter 70 - The Promise That Bound HerDiana's P. O. V. The air smelled of blood, burning herbs, and cold metal. Silver light poured from the symbols carved into the floor, and the walls seemed to tremble beneath the pressure of an ancient power.Vaughn lay near the altar, his body bound by luminous chains that tightened whenever he struggled. Blood darkened his shirt, and his golden eyes were fixed on someone standing beyond the circle of symbols.I tried to move toward him, but my feet would not obey me.The memory was not showing me everything. It was allowing me to see only what someone, or something, wanted me to witness.A voice echoed through the chamber. “The key has fallen. The Moonborn remembers.”I recognized the words immediately. I had heard them before, during the memory of our first life. Then another voice answered, quieter but filled with desperation.“She cannot be allowed to see the final mark.”I turned toward the sound. A woman stood beside one of the pillars, p