Semua Bab Moonbound desire : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Selene felt the storm before it came—an eerie silence sweeping through the trees, the kind that made her skin prickle. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, and her instincts screamed a warning. Something was wrong.They’d barely escaped the last ambush, the group still scattered and bruised. Ronan walked ahead, shoulders tense beneath the bloodstained fabric of his tunic. He hadn’t spoken much since the skirmish. Neither had she.The silence between them was no longer comfortable. It was sharp. Fragile. And about to crack.Cassian and Varian scouted ahead, their voices fading into the trees. That left her and Ronan alone, again. The weight of unspoken words thickened the air between them.“You’re limping,” she said quietly.“I’m fine,” he replied without looking back.“You’re not,” she snapped, quicker than she meant to. “You’re bleeding again.”He stopped. Slowly turned. His eyes locked on hers—haunted, tired, yet blazing with frustration. “We don’t have time for this.”“We don’t

The night was suffocatingly still. A thick, unnatural quiet had settled over the camp as if the world itself was holding its breath. Selene sat by the edge of the fire, her eyes flicking between the shadows that stretched like dark fingers toward them. She could feel it, that gnawing sense of something wrong, something buried beneath the surface. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes—a kind of stillness before the storm.Ronan had been uncharacteristically quiet since the battle. His usual fire, the undeniable strength he carried, had begun to flicker out. She couldn’t place it, but there was something in his eyes—something distant. It wasn’t just the exhaustion from the wounds that had yet to heal. It was deeper than that. Something was shifting between them, and she wasn’t sure if it was the tension between their growing feelings or if the danger they were facing had driven them to the breaking point.Cassian, too, had become more withdrawn, his movements stiff, his expressi

The air was thick with tension. It wasn’t just the heat of battle that hung in the air, but something deeper, more intense—an undercurrent of emotions that neither Selene nor Ronan could fully name. Every time their eyes met, a flicker of something unspoken passed between them—something that was neither completely love nor fully war, but a delicate mix of both. It was the way their hands brushed against each other when they moved too close, the way their hearts seemed to race in unison whenever danger loomed near.Ronan stood by her side, his expression unreadable, but Selene knew him too well by now. His mind was racing, calculating every possibility, every way they could escape the carnage that was swiftly closing in on them. The air crackled with the weight of their situation. They were cornered. The forces of Selene’s brother had trapped them in the city’s ancient district, where the crumbling walls offered no refuge and the narrow streets seemed to close in with every passing sec

The moonlight filtered softly through the dense canopy of trees, casting long, wavering shadows on the forest floor. Selene moved cautiously, her heart still heavy with the weight of what had transpired. The air was thick with the scent of earth and pine, and the soft rustle of the leaves above seemed to whisper in her ears. Yet, all she could hear was the beat of her own pulse, the rhythm of her thoughts too tangled to follow.Her eyes flicked over to Ronan, who walked beside her, his gaze distant but focused. His wounds had not healed fully, and the strain was evident in his slow, deliberate movements. But there was something in his posture—an unspoken determination—that made her heart tighten. His stoic silence spoke volumes. Despite everything, despite the battle they had fought, the betrayals and the lies, he remained steadfast. And in that, she found both comfort and uncertainty.“You’re quiet,” she said softly, her voice carrying just above the wind’s whisper. Her tone was gent

The world felt eerily quiet as Selene stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through her hair. The sky above was painted with shades of crimson and orange as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting long shadows across the land. The weight of the decision that loomed before her settled heavily on her chest, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears.Ronan stood beside her, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm brewing inside her. His hand brushed against hers, a touch so gentle it was almost imperceptible, but the connection was undeniable. It was a bond that had grown between them over time, one forged through countless battles, sacrifices, and shared moments of vulnerability.“You know what this means, right?” Ronan’s voice broke the silence, low and steady, but there was an edge to it—an unspoken tension that crackled between them. He wasn’t asking for her to confirm what they both already knew; he was merely reminding her of the stakes.Selene nodded, he