บททั้งหมดของ Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna): บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

Lucienne's Point of ViewThe first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Warmth surrounded me, both from the sunlight and the two bodies pressed against mine. Marc's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his fingers splayed across my stomach as if to stake his claim even in sleep. Cole's head rested against my shoulder, his breath steady and even, his warmth radiating through the thin sheet that barely covered us.For a moment, I lay still, savouring the quiet intimacy of the morning. The events of last night played in my mind like a vivid dream, but the ache in my muscles and the contented hum in my heart told me it was all real. It had been more than just sex or even just passion; it had been a merging of three souls, a vow between us that surpassed words.I glanced at Cole; his features softened in sleep. His strong jawline, the slight furrow of his brow—even at rest, he exuded strength and protection. My gaze shifted to Ma

Marc’s Point of ViewThe grand hall shimmered with elegance as guests arrived for Lucienne’s Luna Ceremony. True to Elizabeth’s style, it was ostentatious. The wide doors leading to the courtyard were open.It was a sight to behold—Portals shimmered to life across the courtyard, their swirling energy casting vibrant hues of gold, silver, and deep indigo onto the stone pathway. One by one, dignitaries stepped through, their regal bearing unmistakable.Cole stood beside me, his shoulders squared, projecting the confident Alpha everyone expected. But I knew him better than anyone; the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his unease. We were used to commanding warriors and leading packs, but this was different. These guests weren’t just any wolves—some weren’t even wolves. They were royalty and dignitaries with power that could crush entire packs.“Breathe, Marc,” Cole muttered under his breath, leaning slightly toward me. “You look like you’re about to challenge someone to a duel.”I forced

Lucienne's Point of ViewWhen I opened my eyes, dim light greeted me—weak and distant, barely illuminating the space. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing at the base of my skull, and the cold, damp air bit into my skin like icy needles.I shifted slightly, trying to orient myself, only to feel the sharp tug of iron biting into my wrists. My arms were outstretched, pulled taut by heavy chains fastened to the walls on either side of me, leaving me in an awkward, uncomfortable sitting position on the hard stone floor.The light source was far away, casting faint shadows across the cell and doing little to push back the gloom. It was just enough for me to make out my surroundings—bare, unwelcoming, and suffused with the oppressive weight of captivity. The dim glow created more questions than answers, each corner of the cell cloaked in an eerie half-light that left me straining to see.For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. The air reeked of mildew, blood, and something

Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C

Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat