Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN LUNA: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lyra Thorne’s POV“He is still breathing. Do not you dare stop breathing on me,” I said, my hands pressed uselessly hard over a wound that would not close no matter how fiercely I wished it closed.I had run up that ridge to save Kaelan, and instead I was on my knees in the snow beside the man who had ordered my arrest twelve hours earlier, watching his blood soak black into the frost between my fingers. Marcus knelt on his other side, two fingers pressed to Damon’s throat, his soldier’s face unreadable in a way I had never once seen it before tonight. Above us, Kaelan swayed on his feet with a bolt still jutting from his shoulder, refusing to sit, refusing to look away from Corwin, who had not run yet, who seemed almost curious to watch what we would do next.That was the strangest part of the whole terrible night. Corwin had not run. He stood at the edge of the ruined watchtower with his crossbow lowered, watching the man he had just poisoned the way a craftsman studies a finished p

Lyra Thorne’s POV“If it is a trap, then we spring it on our own terms, not his,” I said, staring up at the old oak on the hill above my family’s ruins, my heart hammering so loudly I was certain the whole silent forest could hear it beating.Nine years had passed since I had last stood on this exact hillside, a child hiding in a well house while everything I loved in the world burned below me. The tree had grown wilder in that time, its branches heavier and its bark deeper scarred, but I would have known it anywhere on earth. My father used to lift me onto its lowest limb and tell me the oak kept secrets the way a truly good friend does, quietly, patiently, and only for those who genuinely deserved to know them.Kaelan walked beside me with one arm still strapped tight against his chest, Marcus a silent, watchful shadow a few paces behind us with his hand never far from the hilt of his blade. None of us spoke as we crossed the burned foundations of what had once been my entire home.

Lyra Thorne’s POV“I have known for two full years that this pack was built on a lie. I simply did not know, until last week, that the lie had your name buried somewhere inside it,” Selene Voss said, and for the very first time since I had met her, I actually believed every word she said.She had asked to meet me alone in the pack house library, which alone told me something significant had shifted between us, because Selene Voss did not do a single thing without carefully calculating the cost first. She stood near the tall frosted windows dressed for travel rather than court, and there was none of the careful, glittering performance I had watched her put on for the council so many times before.“Why tell me any of this now, of all moments,” I asked, still wary despite myself.“Because Kaelan is about to walk into a trade at the north ford with almost nothing protecting him but a badly healing shoulder and a dangerous temper, and because I am done being useful to a mating that was nev

Lyra Thorne’s POV“Someone has been in my room,” I said, standing frozen solid in the doorway with my heart slamming hard against my ribs, staring at the wreckage of the only space in this entire pack house that had ever truly belonged to me alone.My mattress had been slashed wide open, feathers scattered like fresh snow across the floorboards. My mother’s few surviving belongings, kept carefully in a small chest beneath the window, had been pulled out and left scattered in a broken pile. And carved deep into the wooden headboard, deep enough that I could feel the rough grooves when I pressed trembling fingers to them, was a single word.Hollow.Briar arrived only a moment later, drawn by my scream, and went utterly still in the doorway right beside me. “This was not Corwin’s work,” she said slowly, studying the room. “Corwin plays subtle games. This is a message meant to be seen and understood immediately.”“Then who did this to me?”We did not have to wonder for very long. Marcus f

Lyra Thorne’s POV“Who is she,” I said, staring hard across the flickering firelight at the chained figure my uncle would not yet name, my whole body gone completely cold with a dread I could not yet put any real shape to.The mist off the river curled slowly between us like something almost alive, and for a long, terrible moment nobody spoke a single word. Cassian’s hands were shaking, I realized with a fresh jolt, an old man’s weathered hands, worn by years I had never once gotten to witness alongside him. The grief written plainly across his face was not any kind of performance. Whatever he had done, whatever terrible silence he had kept for nine years, he had clearly, visibly hated every single moment of it.“Cassian,” Kaelan said carefully, stepping half a pace in front of me without quite fully blocking my view, an Alpha’s protective instinct even now, even here. “Answer her question honestly.”“Corwin,” one of the Crimson Fang guards said suddenly, urgent and low, “someone is a