All Chapters of The Luna of Death: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nikita’s POVThe door clicked softly, closing behind Rykor. I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. The air in the grand hall grew colder, as if the shadows of my ancestors were watching, disapproving of this new alliance, or perhaps they were merely echoing my own doubts. "Yuri," I called, summoning my beta back into my presence. His hurried steps reflected a mix of concern and determination.I hated that I had to question his loyalty now after he had stood by my father's side for so long."Gather the pack, Yuri. We have important matters to address," I ordered, my voice steely and resolute.Yuri nodded, sparing no time to question. As he left to gather the others, my hand instinctively moved to the hilt of my father's sword, a relic of power and death. The leather of the sword’s handle was worn, bearing the imprints of my father’s grip, each mark a reminder of our bloody history.To wield this sword was to accept the legacy of fear and dominance my father had instilled i

Nikita's POVThe throne room was empty, its cavernous expanse echoing with memories. Sitting on my father’s throne, my fingers brushed over the cold metal of the sword I still held, the same sword that had spilled so much blood. Each drop seemed to whisper tales of my past, pulling me back to days when my heart was still capable of warmth.My eyes closed, and I was once again a frightened child, stumbling through shadows cast by a cruel curse. I could barely understand what had happened when my touch had taken my mother's life. Her eyes, once full of love, turned into hollow pits of lifelessness. The marks on my skin began on that fateful day, one for every soul I would touch and kill. They were countless now, but my mother's mark and that first one seared into my memory like a brand of eternal torment."Do it, Nikita," I heard my father’s voice resonate through the past, commanding my every action. "Prove your loyalty."I had been so young, so desperate to make him proud. His grin as

Nikita's POVAs I followed Rykor through his territory, my emotions were a whirlwind beneath my cold exterior. The greeting he received from his pack was a stark contrast to the reactions my presence evoked. People smiled and nodded as he passed, their faces lighting up with genuine warmth. It made me uncomfortable, the way their eyes followed me with thinly veiled curiosity and trepidation. I struggled to keep my face unreadable, to bury the turmoil that threatened to break through."Magic? Here?" I muttered, a mix of fascination and anxiety spilling into my voice as we approached the secluded clearing surrounded by an ethereal glow. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of my cursed past.“Yes. While it’s not common knowledge, we have a few members who possess unique abilities,” Rykor explained. “I don’t usually bring outsiders here, but I wanted to share it with you.”My gaze wandered, taking in the delicate balance of nature and enchantment that permeated the air. Th

Rykor's POVThe walk back to the palace was fraught with a storm of conflicting emotions. Nikita's abrupt departure, her venomous words, kept replaying in my mind. The hurt in her eyes was evident, making her outburst sting all the more. Deep down, I knew there was more to her rage than met the eye, but understanding it was a different matter entirely.My beta, Thorne, awaited me at the entrance to the palace. His eyes quickly scanned my face, picking up on my troubled demeanour."Alpha," Thorne began cautiously, "how did it go?"I let out a weary sigh, attempting to shake off the disquiet. "It was... unexpected," I replied, my voice tinged with frustration and confusion. "Nikita freaked out, and I can't understand why."Thorne's brows furrowed in concern. "Do you think she plans to attack?"Shaking my head, I dismissed the notion. "No, I don't believe she will. She's hurting. It runs deeper than her curse. There's a wound there that her rage helps hide. But I don't think it's direc

Rykor's POVI watched from the shadows as Nikita moved through the dense underbrush. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting an ethereal glow on her raven-black hair. My heart beat like a war drum in my chest. I hadn't meant to follow her, but her scent had drawn me deeper into the Dark Forest. I had shifted into my wolf form to clear my head, yearning to escape the thoughts that plagued me about her. Yet, here I was again, unable to stay away.Seeing her help the rogue stirred questions. I always believed rogues were outcasts but not inherently evil like most did. Witnessing her compassion towards them challenged everything I thought. Rogues weren't supposed to be cared for; they were meant to fend for themselves. Well, that was what everyone brought up in a pack and was made to believe. But Nikita, the Luna of Death, showed them a side of her that was... human. I stayed hidden, my gaze fixed on her delicate movements, the way she gently took the rogue's hand and eased his suf