บททั้งหมดของ Becoming The Luna: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Author's POVChristina stumbled as she was dragged forward, blindfolded, and bound. The rough grip of the rogues pulling her was relentless, their mocking laughter reverberating through her ears.Her legs hurt, especially her knees, where they had grazed the floor as they dragged her. She felt very weak and had lost a lot of blood, but they didn't care. As soon as they took her to their camp, they put a cloth over her eyes and waited for a short while before they came to attend to her again. All of a sudden, they were moving.Every step felt heavier. She didn't know where they were heading or coming from. And for some reason, she could not transform, which made her even more scared. Her wolf stirred uneasily, growling in frustration at being helpless.The blindfold soaked up her sweat, her breaths shallow and ragged as she tried to make sense of the journey. The ground beneath her shifted between dirt and grass, and she could faintly hear rushing water in the distance. Every detail ma

Christina's POVI could not breathe. It felt like all the trees were closing in on me, clawing at my throat and cutting off my air supply—or maybe that was fear. I was still trying to grasp my emotions when he turned, and I met his eyes.Icy, calm, and unnervingly cold were the first things I noticed about him. They were filled with the same fury ignited when he'd faced Xavier, threatening to rip him apart. And he had been so close to doing just that.For a moment, all I could think about was the man who had ordered my death. The same man who now stood before me as my so-called savior. Was this who he was? A violent, unpredictable force of nature, capable of turning that rage on anyone, including me?I had seen him heartless before. I had seen him cold and detached, but I had never seen him violent. If all his previous emotions could be directed at me, then who's to say that he couldn't be violent, too?I'd begun to doubt he would come for me at all. Sure, I had bragged to Xavier that

Author's POVMarcel glanced at the letter Mirabel had handed him once more, then slid it back into the envelope with a smile. The mission he had handed over to her was successful, and she brought back good news—the Silver Moon Pack had reiterated their peace agreements with his pack, so whatever was happening there would not have any effects.He told her, "I'll take this to the archives for safekeeping," and she nodded."Thank you for trusting me with this, Alpha.""You're welcome," he said, making a mental note to send an appreciation letter to the Silver Moon Alpha. "But before that, I have some things to attend to, some things I haven't been working on for a long time now.""You are dismissed, Mirabel," he said, turning on his heel and stepping into the room before him.The smell of paint and fresh air welcomed him as he shut the door behind him. He inhaled deeply with his eyes closed as he surveyed the environment. It had been so long since he'd stepped into his painting room.A s

Christina's POVIt had been long, agonizing minutes since Marcel moved away from me, and my head still felt woozy. When Marcel's lips left mine, a tingling sensation erupted across my skin, sending electric shivers down my spine. The tingling still hadn't stopped.My lips burned with the memory of our kiss, a foreign and intoxicating sensation. It was a far cry from our first kiss, which I want to discard now. I could still taste him - a sweet mix of something dark, mysterious, and dangerously compelling. I wanted to go back and continue what we had started.He kept his hands on my back as he guided me back into the room. I was grateful for that; if he wasn't holding me, I might have fallen at some point. But now I was painfully aware of his touch, which brought feelings I didn't want to acknowledge.My mind reeled with confusion. How could the same man who had once been my tormentor now feel so... different? My cheeks flamed hot, a betraying blush spreading across my skin, highlighti

Christina's POVI couldn't breathe.The world around me felt distant, muffled like I was underwater. The sound of the blade cutting through flesh, the thud of Xavier's body hitting the ground, and the gasps from the crowd—they all blended into one horrible noise inside my head.Except it wasn't just Xavier's death that I was reliving; it was Peter's.The way that witch stood over him and brought the blade down in one fell swoop. The way I had screamed for her to stop, only for my voice to be swallowed by the silence.I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I had to get away. The streets were empty, and everyone still gathered at the execution site. My legs carried me faster as I ran blindly until I turned a corner and stumbled into an alleyway behind one of the smaller buildings. My back hit the wall of a random building as I slid down, pulling my knees to my chest.I couldn't stop shaking. It felt like I was back in the middle of the crowd, watching Peter's life slip away. Seei