บททั้งหมดของ Rise of the rejected Luna : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

KiaraThe letter sat on the bedside table for hours before I dared to touch it again.Even sealed, it seemed to make a buzzing sound of a faint, wrong kind of energy, like the air before a thunderstorm.I had turned away from it, closed my eyes, and told myself that curiosity was exactly what Erina wanted. She was baiting me. She always did. But something in me could not rest. Maybe it was the ache of unfinished words. Maybe it was the way my chest tightened every time I thought of Brandon and what he died for.By midnight, the house was quiet. Ryder was still out, overseeing patrols. The moonlight painted soft silver over the floorboards. The bond between us pulsed faintly in my chest. It was distant, continuous, and tired. He has been careful to keep his emotions sealed, probably to stop me from worrying. He was protecting me and our child. But I could feel the weight of him, heavy and alive somewhere in the forest, like a temptation I could not resist. I reached for the parch

RyderWhen I stepped into the Manor after my morning run, the first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the ordinary kind, not the kind that comes after dawn when the pack still sleeps and even the forest seems to hold its breath.This was the kind that crawled into my bones. The kind that meant something was missing. Something I cherish was out of place. Kiara’s scent still lingered faintly in the air, soft, warm, threaded with lilies and vanilla. But it was fading. That was wrong. Her presence was never just scent or sound; it was a vibration through the bond, a quiet whirr beneath my skin that kept me steady even when the world was turning its back on me.But now, that whirr was gone.I placed my hand on the kitchen counter, trying to catch my breath, my heart thundering in my chest. I decided to go up to my chambers. Maybe a cold shower would make me feel better. When I got in, my room smelled like her but she was nowhere to be found. I touched my side of the bed and it wa

KiaraThe fields open before me like a wound. The more I walked, the more secrets it unfolded to me. The moonlight spills over the stones, lighting the center where Erina once stood during my father’s last council. I can almost see her there again having that same calculating smirk on her lips and her eyes full of secrets.I know she is here. I can feel her.A chill crawls down my spine, and for the first time, I hesitate. My power flickers in my palms, soft gloomy light spilling between my fingers. The energy feels unstable, the same kind of crackling that came when Brandon died.“I can do this,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone. “I have to. No one is going to end this but you, Kiara.” I muttered even more. But the more I whispered, the more guilt coils tight in my chest. Every step feels heavier, like I am walking away from him, from Ryder with every breath I take. I can feel his fear bleeding into me, and his desperation clawing through the bond.I want to turn back

Kiara“Erina,” I whisper, my voice trembling despite myself. “I don’t know what game you are playing but it doesn’t have to end this way.”Her laugh is soft. It almost felt warm. The kind of laugh that could fool someone who didn’t know her like I did. “End?” she says in the darkness before reappearing. She tilted her head with her lips curving. “Oh, sister… this ended a long long time ago.”The words stab deeper than any sword could. I thought she was open to change. Oh, what a fool I was to believe. She steps forward slowly, her boots crunching over the broken earth, her gaze fixed on me with a strange, unreadable calm. Her sword, that wicked blackened thing she developed from the ashes of our family’s doom lies discarded at her feet. For a quick moment, hope ignites inside me. She is unarmed. Maybe she is surrendering. Maybe… maybe the part of her that still remembers me is reaching out.“I do not want to fight you, sister,” I whisper. “Please. Just stop.”Erina

KiaraIt felt like my worlds were colliding. Like my heart wanted to stay, but my spirit yearned to leave. For it was weak, tired, and needed rest. Not the kind that required sleep, but the kind that wanted the warm embrace of the goddess herself. The first thing I hear is the beeping. Slow, steady, and painfully rhythmic, like a mechanical heartbeat echoing in the distance. For a moment, I do not know where I am. My eyes flutter open, and the light stabs into them, sharp and sterile. White walls. The faint buzz of a machine to my right. The smell of antiseptic stings my nose.It takes me a few seconds to realize I am in a hospital.My throat feels dry, as if I have swallowed cold dust. I try to swallow, but it is like dragging glass down my esophagus. My body feels heavy, each limb solemn and distant. When I shift slightly, a sharp pain flares through my shoulder, it was hot, scalding, and I gasp. That is when I see the bandage. Thick white wrappings cover my shoulder, disappe