All Chapters of A Luna's Return:Her Return Will Lift The Curse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kailey’s POVI sat on the cold stone floor of the cell, my knees pulled up to my chest. My chains rattled every time I moved. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about everything that had happened.The trial was delayed. That was something, at least. A small sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a miracle. Maybe I wouldn’t be executed.But as the moments dragged on, my mind spiraled. Memories flooded in—memories I had tried so hard to bury.Kyle.His face surfaced first, along with the sharp pain of betrayal. My ex. The one I had given everything to. The one who had looked me in the eyes and told me I was his world. And yet, he had turned around and marked someone else.“Kailey, you’re just an omega,” he had said that day, his voice cold and dismissive. “I can’t be tied to someone like you. I have to think about my future.”We had been together for years. Years of laughter, dreams, and promises. And in the end, none of it had mattered. He had chosen another. He had marked h

Kailey’s POVThe room felt colder than usual, though I was sure it wasn’t just the temperature. The chains on my wrists and ankles had long since become unbearable, but the sight of Ezekiel walking into the courtroom made me feel lighter, just for a moment.But that moment faded quickly. I watched his face, searching for something—reassurance, determination, anything that told me he was here to save me. Instead, I saw hesitation, conflict.I couldn’t breathe.He stood there, tall and imposing, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The sentinel announced him, and the crowd whispered, their voices a mix of awe and curiosity.But I didn’t care about any of them. My eyes were locked on him, and his on me.For a fleeting second, I thought I saw pain in his eyes, the Ezekiel I knew breaking through the stoic mask he wore. But then he turned away, his gaze hardening as he addressed the elders.“Do you, as the future Alpha of this pack, think Kailey is guilty of the crimes

Kailey’s POV“Someone… Someone tried to kill me,” I gasped, clutching my injured arm. My vision blurred, and I felt myself swaying. “They were here. They had a knife.”The other guard knelt beside me, his expression grim. “We were sent to get you out of here.”“You’re getting me out?” I asked, my voice shaky and laced with suspicion. My arm throbbed, blood still oozing from the gash left by the assassin. “Why now? Who sent you?”The taller of the two guards glanced over his shoulder at the open door. His face was hidden by the shadow of his helmet, but his tone was urgent. “Someone wants you dead. If we don’t move, they’ll try again. Do you want to live here or stay here and die?”“I want to live,” I replied, though doubt clouded my thoughts. “But how do I know you’re not just taking me somewhere else to finish the job?”The shorter guard exhaled sharply, clearly running out of patience. “We don’t have time for your paranoia. If we wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have survived this long.”I h

Kailey’s POVMy eyes fluttered open slowly. The first thing I noticed was the sweet, comforting aroma of porridge wafting into my nose. It was such a stark contrast to the cold, blood-stained forest I’d passed out in that my mind reeled in confusion.Where am I? I thought groggily. The last thing I remembered was being chased to the brink of death by that monstrous beast. I had no idea who had saved me, where they had taken me, or if I was even safe now.I looked around, blinking as my vision adjusted to the soft morning light streaming in through small cracks in the walls. The hut I was in was small but surprisingly cozy. The roof was made of tightly woven thatch, and the walls were constructed from wooden planks that seemed patched together with care. The floor was earthen, smooth, and swept clean, and there was a faint, earthy smell mingling with the sweetness of the porridge.Near the corner of the room stood a roughly carved wooden table with a single chair. On the table was a small

Kailey’s POVThe first few months with Elyra were nothing short of magical. Despite her mysterious behaviors and quiet ways, she had a calming presence that made me feel safe. I didn’t know much about her, but she never pried into my past. That was a relief. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was beginning to feel like myself again.Two months had passed since I found myself in her care. Two months of learning, healing, and slowly finding joy in life again. I was stronger now, my wounds almost fully healed. The guilt and fear that had clung to me like a dark cloud were starting to dissipate. Elyra’s hut, hidden deep in the woods, was more peaceful than any place I had ever known. No pack politics, no betrayals, just the quiet sounds of nature and Elyra’s steady guidance.She’d become more than a savior; she was like a mother to me. A guide. A friend.“My little hunter,” Elyra’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She stood in the doorway, a smirk tugging at her lips.I turne