All Chapters of BECOMING HIS LUNA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ashley's POVPrince Regan sat in his wheelchair as the sword fight continued. He watched in fascination and I could tell he was having fun.The guard sparring with me must have come from Mars. He was a pro. He blocked all of my strikes leaving me breathless. The fight went on for a long time and finally, I realized that my opponent intentionally tired me out to get the best of me. Now that I was tired, he charged at me, attacking me head-on.It was a change of play. I was defending while he attacked. I wasn't really good on the defensive side but I was left with no option. This wasn't just sparring, it was a death game and my opponent didn't look like he was joking. I could see the murderous glare on his face. He was sent to kill me while his master watched for fun.As the fight went on, I became deadly tired and I began to waver. My strength was gone and my grip on my sword loosened.My opponent took the opportunity. He attacked and I defended. Our swords clashed violently but I was

Ashley's POVIt was almost Dawn when Regan stirred awake. My heart skipped as he turned around to look at me. I cringed as he looked at me. Shifting my gaze from him, I quickly bowed my head and I said my greetings, "Good morning, my Prince,"He looked at me intensely and looked away. Without saying a word, he leapt into his wheelchair and rode away like I didn't exist. I sighed in relief, I never knew I was so tense until he exited. Sighing loudly, I laid back to sleep. All that happened since I arrived at the palace flashed through my head and I felt sorry for myself. Thinking about the Prince's actions left me dumbfounded. I did not know where to place him. He was so unpredictable.Again I remembered how it felt when he held me against his sturdy chest. Skylar and I hated him so, I had expected Skylar to act out, but she was indifferent."Don't even dream about it," I told myself and shook the memory out of my head. Nevertheless, a memory made my heart throb; the way I felt whe

Ashley's POVI ran towards the approaching figure and the smell of blood became stronger. It was a soldier and on his back was Allen.Without a second thought, I snatched Allen from the soldier's back and fell on my knees as I laid him on the ground.His face was badly stabbed. Blood splattered everywhere and I shook uncontrollably as I tried to apply pleasure to his wounds."This is not what I meant when I told you to leave me," I cried."It… it…was… Mattias….," He squeaked, choking on his blood."Stop! Don't say a word!" I yelled, shivering."Give way!" Someone ordered and when I looked up I saw a stretcher. I moved out of the way and they lifted him into the stretcher.Tears pooled up in my eyes and I couldn't hold it anymore. I wailed as I ran after the stretcher.He wiggled and groaned painfully on the stretcher. He would have tumbled down but for the restraint that held him bound.My heart broke into thousands of pieces and I blamed myself. I regretted not following him down to

Ashley's POVIt was past midnight. My eyes lingered at Allen's bed which was already occupied by another. My thirst for revenge burned and I swallowed the phlegm in my throat."Just a little longer, I won't tarry. It will be over soon," I gritted as I fetched my muffler. I wrapped it around my neck, pulling up my turtleneck top. I tucked a dagger into my pants and I flipped on my coat.I made my way out of the dorm under the noise and watch of other colleagues who were still awake.I couldn't steal away under their watch. So I walked down to the comfort room. When I was done with my business, I slipped away through another end.My coat fluttered noisily in the cold wind and I quickly buttoned it up. With my arms folded across my middle, I made my way into the woods, passing through the routes that Rocco had shown me earlier.Just like he had said, there was no one in sight. I was concerned about it before, but no one stopped me until I got to the point of rendezvous.Rocco was already

Ashley's POVI was still trying to set my vision straight when my opponents charged at me. I felt their footsteps, scent, and breath. Although I could feel their traces, I wielded my sword aimlessly, missing every hit. It was a miracle that they didn't slash me. Well, it must be that they intentionally avoided slashing me. The fight continued and it was fierce, I knew I had walked into another death trap.I was almost giving up when I remembered Allen again. All that we passed through flashed through my head and jerked my head.I must avenge his death! Determination coursed through me and I felt an untold surge of energy in me.My senses quipped and I was more alert. I could feel every movement around me, even the slight grazing of the wind on my skin.I stood rooted on a spot. My grip tightened on the sword and I was ready to slash any form of movement around me.It worked. Maintaining my poise, I brandished my sword at every slight movement and nothing was able to get close to me.