All Chapters of The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Andrew’s POVThe second her fist connected with my jaw, it seemed as if the world had stopped. A sharp jolt shot through my skull, shaking my senses.Silence.Pure, stunned silence.Elara stood frozen, her eyes wide, her breathing uneven. She couldn't believe it.She had hit me.I brought a hand to my jaw, rolling it slightly. A dull ache bloomed, but I barely felt it.Then, slowly—deliberately—I smirked.“Now that’s more like it.”Her expression twisted—anger, confusion, something else she wasn’t ready to admit.She had felt it. That flow of power. The instinct that had guided her.And it had thrilled her.I could see it in the way her fingers trembled at her sides, the way her chest rose and fell too quickly.But instead of excitement, fear darkened her eyes. She looked like she had seen a ghost.She took a step back, shaking her head. “No.”My smirk faded. Why was she being so dramatic?“Elara—”“No,” she snapped, voice sharp and shaking. “That wasn’t me. That was—” She swallowed,

Andrew’s POVThe room felt colder after the seer’s words."You are the key to destruction or salvation."Elara stiffened beside me, her breath shallow. I felt the way she tensed, the way her fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to reach for the burning marks on her wrist.I couldn't help but blame myself for the turn of events. I should've listened and let her be as she wanted.But no. I wanted a strong and powerful mate who could fight and protect herself when I can't do it.Now it seems everything just escalated.The seer, an old woman cloaked in shadows, let the silence stretch. The weight of her words pressed down on all of us.Michael shifted, his jaw tightening. Lora looked between us, her brows furrowed, ready to argue.But I beat her to it.“Explain.” My voice came out sharper than intended, but I didn’t care. I needed answers. And I needed them like yesterday.This was supposed to make our fight with Dorian easier between now and when the Blood Moon comes.The

Elara’s POV"Embrace the power. Let me in."The whisper curled around my mind like smoke, slipping through the cracks of my exhaustion.It tried to overwhelm my mind and bring it under its subjection. It felt so strange that I jerked upright, heart hammering. My eyes darted around the campfire, searching for… something. But there was nothing. Only Andrew watching me with wary eyes, Michael staring into the flames, and Lora pretending she wasn’t stealing glances at him.The voice had sounded so real.“Elara?” Andrew’s voice was low, careful.I forced my expression into something neutral. “It’s nothing.”It wasn’t nothing. I had been hearing this voice ever since we returned from the seer's cabin. I had let it slip earlier and since then, Andrew has been watching me like a hawk.It made me uncomfortable but there was nothing I could really do about it. So I decided instead of heightening the tension I will just keep it inside.—That night, I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes,

Elara’s POVThe voice comes mostly at night. That's why I now find it difficult to sleep. I've been up most of the night refusing to shut my eyes for a second.But there was only so much my body could take, despite being a werewolf. I had done some intensive training that has my muscles screaming. Soft. Seductive. Twisting through my mind like smoke, slipping into the cracks of my thoughts before I can push it away."You’re afraid, aren’t you?"I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the edge of the blanket, willing it to stop. I've already had enough of this damn voice in my head."You’ve seen the truth. You know how this ends."I shake my head, burying my face in the pillow, as if that will drown it out. But it doesn’t. Andrew had promised everything was going to be fine. I wanted to believe that."He’s going to die, Elara. Unless you do something about it." Die? I would never let that happen. I would never let such a thing happen, even if the last thing I do.My breath shudders out of

Andrew’s POVThe moment I heared the commotion some distance away, I knew something was wrong.I had decided to go for a walk with Micheal to discuss matters concerning Elara, the Blood Moon and Dorian.I didn't want to involve Elara because I was worried it will be a trigger to her volatile self, and the last thing I wanted was her getting upset or worked up.That was why I left her in Lora's care but it seems that was just a waste a time. Even though I had left the vicinity of our space, I paid attention to my surrounding and that included where Elara was.That was why, when I heard unusual noise that sounded like a fight, sprinted through the woods right back to our camp.What I didn't expect was the sight in front of me; where Lora was on her hands and knees, coughing. Michael was already beside her, gripping her arm as she struggles to push herself up.His face was cloudy, anger filling his expression. It had all the signs that if it wasn't Elara, he would've personally hunted th