บททั้งหมดของ Taming the Rogue Luna: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Lucien killed my father," Octavius says, his tone flat but deadly. His eyes pierce into mine, icy and distant, and for the first time since I've been here, I can feel his grief, buried beneath all that cold control. "I'm sorry," I reply after a beat, my voice steady, though I don't know why I bother saying it. Doesn’t seem like he’ll care anyway. "Do you really mean that?" he shoots back, his words sharp, flipping my earlier retort back at me. I can't help the small scoff that escapes me, but I nod a few times in confirmation, my gaze holding his as I step closer to him. "Yes... I do." His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he doesn't say anything. It's like he's sifting through a million thoughts, trying to figure out which one to give voice to, until finally, he answers. "We've been hunting Lucien ever since he turned on us," Octavius finally says, his voice rough, every word slow and controlled. "But he's sneaky. Very sneaky." "We have a common enemy," I tell him, my tone softer

The halls of the packhouse feel quieter now, the distant hum of voices and footsteps a faint backdrop as I make my way through them. It’s strange, wandering here free without having to worry about being thrown into a grimy cell. That doesn't stop the way the wolves I pass by glance at me—some quickly avert their eyes as if looking too long will provoke me, while others don’t bother hiding their blatant stares. They’re suspicious, of course. The rogue who’s somehow walking free in their territory...Guess I have Octavius to thank for the protection or, essentially, putting a target on my back. I mean, what better way to make everyone hate you, or give them one more reason to do so?I huff as I keep my face impassive, my chin high, ignoring them all. Let them look. Let them judge. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m here, alive, while so many of their so-called warriors couldn’t hold a candle to me. Still, I can’t shake the strange sensation creeping along my spine. It’s not fear—it’s

I shrug, stepping closer despite the warning in her glare. "Following your scent. Thought I'd see what had you storming out of the kitchen like that..." "Well, you've seen enough," she says, wiping her face angrily. "Go away." she then points in the direction I came from, but even as she tries to command me, her voice breaks and her eyebrows crease. I can tell she is struggling to fight back the pain she is feeling... As so I don't move. She growls softly, her wolf rippling just beneath the surface. "I mean it, rogue. Leave." She orders. But I don't. Instead, I walk forward, leaning back against a tree and continue to watch her with a solemn expression. "What are you doing?" she asks sharply, her voice cracking slightly as she shakes her head at me. "Not leaving," I reply simply, shrugging right before letting my shoulders relax. Her glare deepens, but there's no real heat behind it. She looks more tired than anything, like she doesn't have the energy to fight me right now.

"Octavius…” I try to say firmly, but instead, my voice comes out quiet and weak, and I hate that he’s doing this, making me feel things I don’t want to feel… He keeps his head by my neck but doesn’t do anything, his breath continues to fan against it. His grip on my waist tightens for just a moment, like he's debating whether to listen. He then pulls away and looks me in the eye, his icy blue eyes bore into mine, his face impossibly close. My wolf stirs again, clawing at the walls of my mind, eager to close the space between us. "Octavius," I say more sharply this time, narrowing my eyes up at him just as I feel his fingers on my chin, delicately lifting my head up as he makes me look at him. “Tell me to stop, Kaida…” he whispers to me and I look up at him, contemplating actually giving into temptation as soon as I hear the way my name rolls off his tongue, but soon I get a hold of myself and shut my eyes for a moment, breaking away from his gaze.” “Stop…” I say quietly, right befo

When the meeting finally wraps up, Octavius dismisses the gathered wolves with a curt nod just as I watch everyone disperse around me. The tension in the room doesn't fade completely, though. Everyone knows the stakes tomorrow, and no one wants to be the one who screws it up… and I don’t want that to be me. I hang back, not quite ready to face him, but knowing I don't have a choice. My mind is still reeling from hearing that name—the Tyro Pack. Of all the damn packs. Lucas glances at me, his brows knitting together when he notices my silence. "You okay? You've been awfully quiet." I then look to him, finding him looking down at me curiously, right before I shake my head and try to keep my thoughts together. "I'm fine," I answer, a little sharper than I intended. His frown deepens, but he doesn't press me. I'm grateful for that, at least he and the others don’t give me as much trouble as before. “I’ll see you later, Lucas,” I tell him, walking off before he even has the chance to