Todos los capítulos de His Almighty Luna : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

We stood up from the wooden table, picking up our empty trays to clear them away. Bakito walked right beside me, her small eyes looking up into my face with a mixture of deep gratitude and lingering guilt. She bit her bottom lip softly, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Jade..." Bakito murmured, her voice laced with worry as her brown eyes searched mine. "Are you really sure you were full? I saw you eating when I asked for food, and you gave me almost your whole plate. You really don't have to sacrifice your own food for me, you know..." A warm smile spread across my face as I turned my head to look down at her, giving her shoulder a gentle, reassuring bump. "Don't worry about it at all," I replied, softening my voice so the surrounding servants wouldn't pay attention to us. "I am completely full, I promise. Just focus on feeling better." Truth be told, my stomach was twisting in painful, silent knots. I was still so hungry. I hadn't eaten a decent meal sinc

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, his dark eyes glittering with amusement as he looked down at me. "Wow... I actually like this," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling growl that made the hair on my arms stand up. "A tiny little girl who is completely terrified on the inside... Her heart is pounding so hard and fast that I can hear every single rapid beat echo in my ears, yet she stands there pretending to be so unbelievably bold." He stepped even closer, his towering shadow swallowing me up completely as his lip curled into a cold, arrogant sneer. "I do not give a damn what your name is," he spat out, his tone dripping with utter contempt. "I do not know you, nor do I care to know you. The only person I know is your useless, pathetic excuse of a father, Vicenzo. So I will address you by whatever title I choose. I am going to call you Vicenzo, and whenever that name leaves my mouth, you will open yours and answer me immediately." A hot flare of def

I kept my mouth shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me complain. I slowly sank down to my knees on the cold floorboards, resting the metal trash bin right beside me. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out toward the wide pile of shattered crystal and dark wine stains. Some of the broken pieces were large, jagged slabs with lethal edges, while others were tiny, razor-sharp splinters scattered across the blue rug. I took a deep, steadying breath, carefully pinching the flat side of a heavy glass shard between my thumb and index finger. I lifted it slowly, dropping it into the metal bin with a loud, ringing clink. Piece by piece, I kept picking them up. I moved with extreme caution, double-checking every angle before placing my bare skin against the jagged edges. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird, every instinct screaming at me to stop before I cut myself to ribbons, but I gritted my teeth and kept working, filling the bottom of the bin o

Oh God... What on earth is this? Just when I thought things had already hit rock bottom, just when I genuinely believed that the worst had already happened to me, everything kept getting ten times worse. It felt like every time I reached the absolute lowest point of my life, a trapdoor opened underneath my feet and dropped me into a whole new depth of hell. Why was this brutal beast—this absolute monster who dared to call himself an Alpha—putting my bleeding finger straight into his mouth? What kind of twisted, sickening animal behavior was this? A terrible shiver ran down my spine as his hot tongue brushed against my open wound. I tried to yank my hand back in sheer disgust, but his massive fingers held my wrist in a vice-like grip, pinning me completely helpless in front of him. His dark eyes narrowed into slow, predatory slits, watching my terrified face as he gently pulled my thumb out of his mouth. He swallowed slowly, a strange, unhinged look washing over his sharp feat

My eyelids felt like heavy lead weights as I slowly, painfully forced them open. Light pierced through the dark fog in my mind, blinding me for a few seconds before the blurry ceiling came into focus. I blinked against the harsh glare, turning my aching head sideways to inspect my surroundings. I was lying flat on a narrow mattress covered in stiff white sheets—a setup that looked identical to a standard hospital bed. Off to my left, a small electronic monitor emitted steady, rhythmic beeps that echoed through the quiet room. A sharp discomfort pulled at the back of my right hand, and when I tried to lift my arm, I noticed a clear plastic tube taped securely to my skin, running all the way up to an intravenous drip bag hanging from a tall metal pole. "Where on earth am I?" I whispered under my breath, my voice raspy and dry as sand. I stared up at the tiled ceiling, my chest rising and falling in slow, confused breaths. Nothing made sense. What had actually happened to me? How i