Semua Bab Luna's Redemption: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Zara's POV"Zara, stop!" Siriah’s voice barely registered in my ears as I pushed past her. My heart was hammering, my body screaming in pain, but I didn't care. Not when I saw Angla being dragged away like a criminal. My best friend—the only person who had truly cared for me—was about to suffer because of me. I wouldn’t let that happen. Ignoring the burning agony still searing my back, I bolted forward, my bare feet hitting the dirt as I ran toward the guards. “STOP!” I shouted. They didn’t even spare me a glance. Like I was a peasant. Like I didn’t exist. Rage surged through me. I wasn’t someone they could just ignore. With all the strength I had left, I shoved one of the guards. His step faltered. The movement was small, barely noticeable. But it was enough to make them pause. All eyes turned to me. Angla’s face filled with fear. The guards' filled with irritation. “Zara, go!” Angla pleaded, her voice desperate. “Please! Save yourself!” Save my

Zara’s POV The air still held the weight of Alpha Cade’s presence, his words echoing in my mind. "Make sure not even a single mark remains." Why? Why would he care about my wounds? The Alpha King was ruthless, known for his lack of mercy. He had barely acknowledged me beyond commands. So why—why did he sound so adamant about my healing? "Sit," Siriah’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see her gathering herbs and ointments, her eyes held no room for argument. I obeyed, slowly lowering myself onto the cushioned chair at the wall. The pain flared through my body, but I swallowed the discomfort. Siriah moved with practiced ease, crushing leaves into a thick paste. "What was that about?" I finally asked, watching her carefully. She didn’t glance up. "What do you mean?" I exhaled sharply. "The Alpha. Ordering you to heal me completely." I narrowed my eyes. "He sure doesn't seem like one to care about things like that" Siriah paused, just for a s

Zara's POVThe tension in the room sat like a storm about to break.Alpha Cade moved towards me, his presence suffocatingly powerful, his amber eyes gleaming with something dangerous. Something undeniably primal. I forced myself to breathe, my pulse erratic as his gaze traveled over me, slow, like he was taking his time memorizing every reaction I gave him. And then a smirk appeared on his face. Not just any smirk. A smirk that curled his lips slightly, teasing, dangerous, and utterly infuriating. "You're awfully quiet, Zara." I clenched my jaw. "I have nothing to say, Alpha." His eyes sparkled with amusement. " I think that’s rare for someone who knows how to survive" I had the strongest urge to glare at him, to snarl, to remind him that I wasn’t here for his amusement. But before I could, his fingers—warm, rough, brushed against my cheek. I stiffened. The unexpected touch sent a shiver down my spine, my body betraying me in ways I did not want to acknowledge. "Do you k

Zara’s POVTension thickened between us, every breath I took laced with an intoxicating aura I couldn’t escape. Alpha Cade’s towering frame hovering over me, his dark gaze fixed with a mix of amusement and something far more deadly, possession.His fingers traced a slow path along my cheek, and despite my best efforts, I shivered beneath his touch. His grip wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t tender. It was commanding, a silent warning that I belonged to him now, whether I liked it or not.“You're wanting to disobey the rules Zara, aren't you?.” His voice was low, edged with something sharp, something final.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I—I don't know what—”A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Don't know what I'm talking about?” He leaned in, his breath fanning against my skin. “You’re either a liar Zara, or you’re pretending to be reckless. Which is it?”I averted my gaze, my pulse hammering. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what answer would satisfy him.His fingers caug

3rd person POV Cade’s gaze softened, just for a moment, before it turned even colder, more calculating. "We’ll see about that, We’ll see." He pulled back completely, standing over her as she lay there, trembling—not just from the weight of his presence, but from the turmoil of emotions swirling inside her. "I’m going to give you some space," he said, his voice light, almost casual. "You need time to think about your decision. But don’t take too long. I’ll be waiting." Zara watched him as he turned, his tall form effortlessly gliding toward the door. But before he left, he paused, his hand resting on the doorknob. "One more thing," he said, glancing back at her over his shoulder. "I’m a patient man, Zara. But patience has its limits. And when I decide you’re ready to come to me… you will. Whether you like it or not." The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence in the room became deafening. The space he’d left behind, every corner of the room reminding her of the war