Semua Bab HIS FORBIDDEN LUNA : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The day passed in a blur of quiet tension.Aria’s wound was checked twice. The doctor declared the silver had left no lasting poison, but the muscle would remain sore for days. Torin appeared briefly to cancel training, his scarred face unreadable. Mrs. Lang brought meals she barely touched. Through it all, Kael’s presence lingered even when he was not in the room—two silent guards at every door, the open connection between their spaces, the constant low hum of the mate bond refusing to settle.By nightfall the ache behind Aria’s ribs had become almost unbearable.She sat on the edge of her bed in the Alpha suite, wearing another of the soft black shirts they kept supplying her, and tried to breathe through the pull. It felt stronger after the conversation the night before. The cracks in their armor had let something dangerous through. Her wolf no longer simply wanted proximity. It wanted skin, heat, the solid weight of its mate close enough to guard and be guarded by.The suite door

The ride back to the estate was silent.Aria sat as far from Kael as the back seat allowed, staring out the window while the city blurred into forest. The image of the man on the concrete floor—silver cuffs, blood, Kael’s calm voice promising worse—kept replaying behind her eyes. She had known he was dangerous. Seeing the precision of that danger up close was different. It made the contract feel heavier. It made the shared bed from the night before feel like a trap she had walked into willingly.By the time the black iron gates of the estate closed behind them, her decision had already hardened.She could not stay.Not for three hundred and sixty-two more days.Not when every hour tightened the bond and blurred the lines she needed to keep.Not when the man who had promised her freedom at the end of the year also ran a world where people disappeared into sublevel cells and never came out the same.Kael stepped out of the car first. He turned back, eyes narrowing slightly when she did

Training grounds behind the estate had been cleared before sunrise.Torin waited in the center of the packed earth circle, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Two other enforcers stood at the perimeter. Kael remained at the edge, silent and watchful, the temporary mark on Aria’s neck still linking them so tightly she could feel the controlled tension running through him.“Show me what changed,” Torin said.Aria stepped into the circle. The world still felt too sharp—every heartbeat of the men around her, every shift of wind through the trees, every faint trace of last night’s rain on the soil. She tried to quiet the flood of information the way Kael had instructed during the short walk out here. It was like trying to soften a storm with her bare hands.Torin moved first.He was fast. Faster than he had been in their earlier sessions. Aria’s body reacted before her mind fully caught up. She sidestepped the incoming strike, the new strength in her legs carrying her farther than she exp

Morning light found them already awake and on opposite sides of a widening crack.Aria had slept in Kael’s bed as ordered. They had not touched beyond the necessary pull of the bond, yet the memory of the kiss lived in every shared breath. When she woke, Kael was standing at the windows again, fully dressed, phone in hand, the line of his shoulders rigid with control he refused to relinquish.“Three border packs have requested formal audience before the full moon,” he said without turning. “They want to ‘pay respects’ to the new Luna. Two of them are allies. One is not. Reid’s visit is already moving through the territories.”Aria sat up, the temporary mark warm against her skin. “They’re coming here?”“They are coming to the outer reception grounds. You will be at my side for each meeting. After yesterday, any sign of distance between us will be read as weakness.” He finally looked at her. The crimson was gone, but the intensity remained. “Wear the colors of the pack. Mrs. Lang has a

The ruined suite door was replaced before dawn.Aria sat on the edge of the bed while the pack doctor checked the new cut on her arm and the older silver wound that had already healed to a faint line. Kael stood three feet away the entire time, arms crossed, eyes never leaving her. The guards had been rotated. The estate perimeter had been walked twice by Torin himself. Still Kael refused to move farther from her than the bond comfortably allowed.When the doctor left, silence settled like a held breath.“You fought well,” Kael said finally. His voice was low, scraped raw from lack of sleep and leftover rage. “But you also bled again. That is becoming a pattern I dislike.”Aria met his gaze. “I’m not going to sit behind guards while people break down doors looking for me.”“I know.” He dragged a hand through his hair, the first open sign of frustration he had allowed her to see in days. “That is the problem. The silver is waking faster than we planned. Your instincts are sharpening wi