Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter; The Luna They Threw Away : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Elowen’s POVThe first fist caught me across the ribs before I could get my ass up. Pain tore through my side, sharp enough to steal my breath. I stumbled against the stone wall, my shoulder striking hard enough to make my vision blur.“So you think you’re better than us?”A hand tangled in my hair and yanked my head backward. I still said nothing. I had learned that silence was safer.“Look at her,” another prisoner sneered. “Still acting like some noble lady.”A boot struck my thigh. My knees buckled.I caught myself against the wall instead of falling. That was a mistake. The woman behind me shoved me down.My palms hit the cold floor. For a moment, I thought about fighting. My fingers curled against the stone. Then I remembered the last time I had fought back.The bruises had lasted for days. The punishment had lasted longer. So I stayed down.“Say something!” the first woman demanded.I kept my head lowered. Her boot pressed into my back.“You Veyra girls think everyone is under

Elowen’sThe guest room was too quiet, and every sound from the hallway seemed to travel straight through the walls. Footsteps passed occasionally. Doors opened and closed. Somewhere downstairs, servants were still preparing for the Lycan King's arrival.I turned on my side and stared at the window. I needed somewhere familiar. There was only one place I could think of.The greenhouse. I slipped out of bed and pulled on a cardigan before leaving the room.The estate was dim at this hour. I moved through the corridor without turning on the lights, following a path my feet remembered even when everything else felt unfamiliar.The greenhouse stood behind the eastern wing. I pushed open the door.Then stopped, the smell was wrong. There were no rows of herbs. No wooden shelves crowded with clay pots. No drying bundles hanging from the ceiling.Instead, moonlight spilled across polished floors. A grand piano stood where my old worktable had been. Easels leaned against one wall, surrounded

Elowen’s POV“We’ll see about that.”Draven’s words followed me down the corridor. I didn't look back. I carried the tray toward the kitchen, keeping my eyes on the glasses arranged across it. My hands were steady, even though his words kept circling in my head.Liar. Manipulator. Selfish little coward. I had heard worse.Two years in Blackstone had taught me that words could hurt, but they could also become meaningless when you heard enough of them.I placed the tray on the kitchen counter. Before I could turn away, Draven appeared in the doorway.“Elowen.”I stopped. He walked toward me.“Come with me.”“Why?”“You know why.”I looked at him. He seemed almost disappointed that I wasn't frightened enough.“You were there that night,” he said. “The evidence was found because of you. You admitted responsibility.”My stomach tightened. I remembered the room. The shouting. Seraphine crying. Caelan is looking at me.Please, Elowen. I had taken the blame because I thought protecting my fa

Elowen’s POVThe physician closed his bag.I looked toward Caelan.“Is Mother awake?”He seemed surprised by the question, “No. She’s resting.”“Is she all right?”“She was tired after breakfast.”I nodded, “Can I see her?”Caelan glanced at the physician, then back at me.“If you’re sure you’re well enough.”“I am.”He stepped aside and I walked past him. Nobody stopped me. The corridor outside Mother’s room was quiet. Most of the household was still downstairs preparing for the Lycan King’s visit. I reached her door and pushed it open gently.The familiar scent of lavender met me. I stopped.For a second, I was somewhere else. I was twelve again, sitting beside Mother’s bed while she complained about the tea Caelan had brought her. I was fourteen, reading aloud from a book because she said my voice helped her sleep. I was seventeen, arguing with her because she refused to take her medicine on time.Small memories. Ordinary ones. The kind that shouldn’t have mattered so much. Mother w

Evander’s POVThe image refused to leave my mind. A woman curled against a stone wall. Her hands over her head.Her breathing was so broken she could barely speak and the way she had reacted when the door opened.I had seen frightened people before. People facing execution. Soldiers after battle. Children caught in pack raids. Fear usually had a reason that could be identified.Elowen Veyra’s fear had been different.It looked like practice. Not by her. By whoever had frightened her often enough that her body no longer waited for permission. I closed the file in front of me.Then I opened it again, “Bring me everything you have on Elowen Veyra.”The official standing across from my desk hesitated.“Everything, Your Highness?”“Her basic records. Adoption. Birth information. Prison sentence. The incident involving Seraphine Veyra. Her release.”“Yes, Your Highness.”“And don’t inform the Veyra family.”The official bowed.“Understood.”He returned shortly afterward with a thin folder.