All Chapters of The Luna of Death: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nikita's POVIt had been three weeks since I had last seen Rykor. Part of me wondered if what I had done was too much—if I had pushed him too far and ruined whatever bond we had started to build. The other part of me, the one that always tried to protect itself, told me that it was for the best. I couldn’t afford to let myself feel too much, to let myself want someone I couldn’t have.Everything in my pack was going well. The training was becoming routine, and the members were starting to show real progress, thanks to Iian’s leadership. It was strange seeing them grow so quickly. They no longer looked at me with the same fear in their eyes. There was a hesitance, sure, but it was different. They had started to come to me more to ask for help and guidance. I was still getting used to the idea of treating people with kindness, and more than once, I had to remind myself to soften my words and to stop being so cold toward them. But it was working. Slowly, I could feel the walls I had bui

Rykor's POV:The past three weeks had been an endless cycle of travel, research, and frustration. I had scoured every corner, seeking out any knowledge, any solution that could break Nikita’s curse. Every step, every turn, led to nothing but failure. My mind was exhausted, my body weary, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t give up. Not when it came to her.I’d visited places where others had been cursed before, hoping for a miracle. But everywhere I went, the result was the same—the cursed person had died, sometimes within months, sometimes within years. The curse, no matter how it manifested, always claimed its victim.The most recent place I’d visited was a vampire clan, a group of immortals. If anyone could beat this curse, it would be them. One of their members had been cursed after massacring a clan of witches. As the vampire took the last witch’s life, she cast the curse upon him. That had happened over a hundred years ago.I arrived at their clan, weary but determined. The village

Nikita's POV:As I made my way back to the palace, I felt something shift inside me. The walk felt longer than normal; the air around me seemed thick, pressing down on my chest. My head throbbed with an intensity that was like no other headache I had ever had, and a weakness washed over me, leaving me with the unsettling feeling that something was very wrong.I tried to shake it off, but the feeling didn’t go away. I felt dizzy, my legs heavy with each step, as though the weight of my own body had become unbearable. Something was happening to me, and I knew what it was.As I entered the palace, I was greeted by Iian, who immediately fell into his usual routine, handing me a report on the pack.“Alpha Nikita,” he began, his voice steady as always. “The training sessions are going well. The pack has been more disciplined than ever today, thanks to Rykor’s guidance. They’re learning fast. More members have joined. I’ve had a few of the more experienced wolves help train the younger ones,

Nikita's POV:The halls of the palace felt unusually cold as I walked, the echoes of my footsteps bouncing off the stone walls. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, racing from one concern to another, but I couldn't seem to focus on any of them. Every time I tried to think clearly, Rykor’s presence from behind me pulled me away from it, making the world feel like a disorienting blur. His question, his insistence on talking, hung in the air between us. But for once, I wasn't ready to answer.Rykor's voice cut through the silence again, his tone urgent. “Why won’t you answer me, Nikita? What’s really going on? You’re not fine.”I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I had already told him enough. I could feel the heaviness of his gaze on me, but I refused to let it get to me. Instead, I focused on putting one foot in front of the other, pretending like everything was normal when, in fact, nothing was.As I turned the corner, a man dressed in dark, sharp clothing caught my attention. He wasn’t one

Nikita's POVI had lost track of time, hours slipping by in the cold, damp dungeon. The walls felt like they were closing in, the weight of the past bearing down on me. My hands had begun to shake as I flipped through the journals, each page revealing more of the atrocities I had committed under my father's orders. I could hear the distant echoes of footsteps, but I didn’t look up. My eyes stayed fixed on the words in front of me. The cruel reality of my past reflected on each page.As my eyes scanned the page, the images flashed through my mind like I was back there, reliving it all over again. I was fifteen. My father had sent me to a remote location, to a place where one of the alphas kept his bloodline hidden away. There were thirty children, all with royal bloodlines—kept hidden to protect them from threats. My father wanted me to kill them while they were awake, playing so he could make a statement.But I had convinced him that it would be much quicker if I went while they were