All Chapters of The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elara’s POVBlood.It stained Andrew’s fingers as he clutched his side, his breathing uneven. His knees nearly buckle, but he stays on his feet, even now—even after I hurt him.No.No, no, no. This wasn't part of the plan. I wanted to be strong to protect him now hurt him.I stumbled back, my hands shaking. I don’t remember striking him. I don’t remember moving at all, but the wound is there, deep and dark and real.Just as I didn't remember knocking Lora out. I thought I was doing the right thing by running, by giving in to the voice within and get stronger.I was so wrong. Now Andrew was hurt because me.“Andrew,” I whispered, my voice barely there. I couldn't think, talk more of speak.He didn’t answer. In between the time I impaled him with my claws, he had turned ashen.He was supposed to be healing right now. Why wasn't he healing already?Michael and Lora crashed through the trees. Lora’s gaze landed on Andrew, and she gasped.Despite the fact that I hurt her as well, I was ver

Elara’s POVAndrew circled me, his movements slow, measured. His eyes tracked every shift of my stance, every twitch of my fingers. I know what he’s doing—waiting for me to strike first.I didn’t.Instead, I watch him right back, breathing steady, legs bent, weight balanced. The air between us humed with tension. It was always like this when we sparred—like the world narrowed down to just him and me, two forces testing the limits of what we can do.Ever since the day he saved me from turning into a monster, I've noticed that I was far better than I ever was.We never stopped training. And as we trained, I soaked up everything, becoming more and more the fighter I wanted to be If Deveruid or whoever Dorian sends again tries to kidnap me, they will be in for a shock. I was the same person they met earlier.I’m stronger now. Faster. The mark on my skin has changed something inside me, even though I still don’t understand how deep that change ran. But I felt it—power coiled beneath my sk

Elara’s POVSomething was wrong.The moment I stepped into Andrew’s office, my entire body tensed. My gut twisted, that familiar, unshakable feeling of dread creeping up my spine. I had learned to trust that feeling.Ever since I was able to overcome the voice that was determined to push me down the dark path, being in tune with my instincts have been second nature to me.Just then, a knock came on the door. I paused wondering who it could be. “We're you expecting anyone?”“No.” Andrew replied. “But I could ask them to leave if you aren't comfortable with anyone.”I shook my head. “No, that won't be necessary.” I don't know who could be at the other end of the door. I can't allow whatever is bothering me to stop Andrew from carrying out his duties.Just then, the door was pushed open. “Hey what's keeping you guys. Someone from another pack is here to see you.”“What does he want?” Andrew asked.“He won't say. He said he wanted to speak to you in person.”“Where's this person anyway?”

Elara’s POVThe sound outside wasn’t normal.Normally if someone was moving about by this time, their movements were usually loud no matter how they tried to control their movements.It was too soft, too precise—like someone moving with intent. Someone trained in the art of sneaking around. A predator. But they didn't account for someone like me.My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I bolted out of bed, my claws extending instinctively, my breath shallow but controlled. My pulse hammered in my ears, but I forced myself to focus.I couldn't afford to be out of control in this moment. I needed to be very careful with whatever I was about to get myself into.Something was wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones, the same way I’d felt it when Andrew touched that cursed letter.I shoved my feet into my boots, grabbed the dagger under my pillow, and threw open my door. The hall was eerily quiet, but the air was thick with tension.Then I caught the scent—foreign, laced with somet

Andrew's POVThe moment Van Stone stepped forward, I knew we were in trouble. He was the kind of trouble that I liked to avoid unless I had no option.He moved with the kind of ease that only came with years of calculated violence—each step controlled, measured, like a predator that had already decided how this fight would end.And I wouldn't be surprised if he already did. But I was an alpha after all and he was a beta. No matter how strong he was I would always be a league above him.My grip tightened around my sword, but even that simple movement felt heavier than it should. The rune’s poison was still in my system, dulling my strength, slowing me down. I could hide it from the others, but against Van? He would notice. He already had.I'm sure he had a hand in it. To soften me up before the kill. Well bad news for him, because I'm not that easy to kill.His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to amusement. “You look unwell, Andrew.”My very thoughts. Any