Todos los capítulos de His Almighty Luna : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Jade’s POV We kept our feet moving right behind Alpha Nicolai as he guided us out of the courtyard and through a set of massive, towering double doors that led directly into the central palace. The moment I crossed the threshold, my breath completely caught in my chest. Wow. The sheer beauty of the space hit me like a physical force. Every single surface was carved from polished marble and dark, gleaming wood that reflected the light from massive crystal chandeliers hanging far overhead. I couldn't even bring myself to pretend or lie to myself—this place was beyond anything I had ever imagined. Standing here in the grand hallway, a sharp realization washed over me, making me feel painfully naive. I began to realize that my father, Alpha Vincenzo, was truly backward and local in the way he ran things. The Crestwood Pack—the only home I had known my entire life, where I had once foolishly believed that being a princess was a grand privilege—was nothing more than an old-fashioned, u

Nicholas paused, his hand hovering over the heavy oak doorframe as if weighing his response. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, carrying a mix of dark amusement and mild irony. "Hmm, now that is a surprisingly weird question," Nicholas muttered, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded loosely over his chest. His posture was relaxed, yet his eyes remained sharp as he watched the two of me and Bakito. "Lucien may be a lot of terrible things. He’s cruel, he’s ruthless, and he chain-smokes like he's trying to burn down his own lungs. But I really don't think he’s interested in laying a finger on a sixteen-year-old girl. So, for now? You’re probably safe. I guess." Bakito’s brow furrowed, her jaw tightening as a heavy, serious shadow fell over her face. She didn't look relieved. If anything, the uncertainty seemed to press down on her chest, making her breathing shallow. "But what if he changes his mind one day?" Bakito asked, her voice dropping to a tense whisper that barely

Jade’s POV He turned on his heel, adjusting his dark jacket as he prepared to step out of the grand bedchamber. But before his boots could even cross the threshold, the heavy oak door creaked open. One of the palace guards rushed inside, his breathing heavy and ragged as though he had sprinted through every winding hallway in the fortress. Clutched tightly in the guard’s hand was a small, white plastic bag, the contents inside rattling slightly as he offered it to Nicolai with a hasty, low bow. Nicolai paused in his tracks, his dark eyebrows pulling together in mild curiosity. "What is this?" he asked, taking the bag from the guard's trembling hands. He unknotted the plastic handles and peeked inside, his eyes widening slightly as he pulled out two brand-new, sealed inhaler canisters. "Oh!" Nicolai gasped, a small, embarrassed laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head. "I almost forgot about this entirely." He turned around and walked back toward Bakito, extending his hand t

Jade’s POV I turned my head quickly toward the sharp voice, my body instantly going rigid as my eyes locked onto Abigail standing near the edge of the mattress. She had already unbuttoned her travel bag, casually tossing her spare clothes onto the plush blanket as if she owned the entire space. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her sharp eyes narrowed down at Bakito with pure, unfiltered disgust. A dark sneer twisted her glossy lips, her jaw clenching as she listened to the lingering sound of Bakito’s soft, hiccuping sobs. "You absolute jerk," Abigail spat, her voice dripping with hot venom as she shook her head in disdain. "You disgust me with your endless crying! Is it literally every single minute of the day that you have to sit there weeping like a helpless newborn?" Bakito shrank back against my shoulder, burying her pale face in her hands as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. Abigail rolled her eyes toward the high vaulted ceiling, taking a aggressive step closer

Jade’s POV "Wake up! Get up right now!" A heavy, rough hand grabbed my shoulder, shaking my body back and forth until my eyes fluttered open. Pale morning light filtered through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing softly in the cold air. I blinked repeatedly, rubbing my eyes as my mind tried to catch up with my surroundings. Wait... when on earth did I fall asleep? I couldn't remember dropping off to sleep at all. My last memory was sitting on the edge of the velvet mattress beside Bakito, whispering promises of escape into the dark room. I must have been so exhausted from the sheer stress, fear, and long travel that my body simply shut down, plunging me into a deep, dreamless sleep without my even realizing it. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, turning my head to look around the vast bedchamber. Everyone else was already out of bed, standing near the foot of their mattresses in a silent, tense line. My eyes settled on Bakito. She was standing there rub