Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming the Rogue Luna: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

K A I D AI close the book with a soft thud, pressing my palms against the worn leather cover as my mind races. This is insane. No, actually, insane doesn’t even begin to cover it. Weeks ago, I was just Kaida... Rogue, survivor, fighter. Now, I’m sitting here in the middle of the damn pack library, being told that I’m potentially a descendant of an extinct royal bloodline of Lycans.Oh, and let’s not forget that my sister, who I thought had been dead for years, is being held hostage by a psychopath who massacred my entire pack and somehow, that psychopath is my mate's uncle...I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. Yeah, this is a lot.Octavius watches me from across the room, his expression worried as he remains silent. He hasn’t said a word in the last minute, just letting me sit with the information, probably waiting for me to either process it like an adult or have a complete meltdown. Honestly, I’m still debating which one to choose. The others are watching too -- Miyuki,

K A I D A Jace. Alive... Standing in front of me like a ghost resurrected from my past. Like he never left. Like he never died. I stare at him, my body locked in place, my breath shallow and uneven. My pulse pounds so violently against my ribs that I can barely think, barely process. He's older, more muscular, and even taller than the last time I saw him. This doesn’t make sense. It can’t make sense. I watched him die... I saw his body, lifeless, unmoving. I heard the agonizing screams of my pack as they were slaughtered one by one. And when I returned to this place after the attack, there was nothing left. So how is he here? How? I take a shaky step forward, my voice nothing but a whisper. "Jace..." His name barely leaves my lips, and yet, it feels like the entire world shifts around us. Jace’s eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, something flash in them... relief, disbelief, something raw and painful. "You’re alive…" His voice is rough, strained, like he can’t quite b

K A I D A The tension between Octavius and Jace is heavy. Way too heavy. But I has expected as much. I can feel the anger rolling off both of them in waves, like two wolves circling each other, ready to strike. I don’t know what I expected when I found out Jace was alive, but it sure as hell wasn’t this… okay… maybe I did expect, just a little bit. Octavius stands firm, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression rigid as his brows furrow, that famously intense, smouldering look of his, clear as day on his face. Jace, on the other hand, remains calm, his gaze sharp as ever, sizing Octavius up like he’s still deciding whether or not to rip his throat out. I sigh, rubbing my temples. “Are you two seriously going to do this right now?” Neither of them looks at me. Neither of them backs down. Great. Just what I need. “I don’t trust him,” Octavius states bluntly, still not breaking eye contact with Jace. Jace scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual, A

K A I D ABy the time we make it back to the packhouse, my head is spinning.Everything that’s happened—the attack, Victor and Lilith’s escape, finding Jace alive—it’s all too much to process. My body moves on autopilot as we step through the doors, my boots heavy against the wooden floors. The warmth of the packhouse should be comforting, but instead, it feels suffocating.Miyuki and Lucas are waiting for us in the common room, their faces lighting up the second they see us. But their relief fades quickly as they take in our expressions.Miyuki is the first to speak. “You’re back.” Her eyes scan my face, then Octavius’s. “What happened?”I hesitate, feeling the pressure of their gazes, and I know there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to steady my thoughts before speaking.“My pack isn’t gone,” I say finally, my voice quieter than I mean for it to be. “Some of them survived.”Lucas straightens, his brows furrowing. “Wait, what?”Miyuki’s shar

K A I D A I make my way to Octavius with determination written on my face, with purpose in my step as I walk forward. It’s late, the packhouse, and the pack house is quiet as it usually would be at this hour. My heart pounds a steady rhythm against my ribs, and I know it’s not just from exhaustion. I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous. Octavius is my mate. There’s nothing for me to feel nervous about. Yet, there are butterflies in my stomach, and my heart seems to beat just a little faster every time I think about him. But besides all those mushy feelings, I know he’s not completely okay.. I shouldn’t feel hesitant to talk to him, but something about this moment feels heavier than usual. Maybe it’s because of everything that’s happened today… finding my people alive, seeing Jace again, and the possible war we’re about to step into. Octavius is my mate. There’s nothing for me to feel nervous about. Yet, there are butterflies in my stomach, and my heart seems to beat just a litt