Semua Bab From ruin to the Lycan King's Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Susanna’s POVThe castle felt alive.Not in the warm, comforting way a home might be alive, but in the sharp, watchful way a predator waits in the dark.Every stone in these walls had seen things. Heard things. And right now, they were listening for me.Sebastian’s sentinels weren’t just guards they were wolves honed into living weapons. I could feel it in the way the air shifted around them, the way their movements carried no wasted energy. They didn’t need to see me to know I was there… all they had to do was sense the wrong breath, the wrong heartbeat, and the game would be over.But I wasn’t about to lose.Not to them.And definitely not to him.The plan was simple, reach Sebastian’s office without being caught. But “simple” in his castle was a lie. His security was a labyrinth of eyes and ears, both human and wolf. He’d designed it that way on purpose. This wasn’t just a test. This was him putting me in Derek’s mansion before we ever stepped foot there.I hugged the curve of the

Sebastian’s POVI watched her walk away, every step deliberate, every movement screaming that she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of looking back.My Wolf snarled inside me, hating the distance she was putting between us. I clenched my fists and stayed rooted where I was. Chasing her now would only push her further away.Instead, I turned and made my way to my study.The air there was cooler, quieter but it didn’t help. Her scent still clung to me, threaded into my clothes, tangled in my thoughts. I sat behind my desk, staring at the open ledgers without seeing a single word. My mind replayed the way she had brushed past me, the defiance in her eyes, the stubborn lift of her chin.I stayed there longer than I should have. Hoping the silence would calm me. It didn’t.Eventually, I pushed away from the desk and returned to our chambers. Empty.The bed was untouched, the faint sound of water long gone she had already bathed. I exhaled slowly, running a hand over my jaw. The ur

Sebastian’s POVThe engine purred low as we rolled out of the castle gates, the night pressing in on all sides.I kept my hands steady on the wheel, eyes on the dark stretch of road ahead. Susanna sat beside me in silence, her posture straight, her gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the glass.She was unreadable tonight.Too still. Too quiet.Good.That meant her mind was where it needed to be.We couldn’t drive too close to the Dark Moon border not without drawing unnecessary eyes. They were watchful these days. Even the wind carried suspicion here. I intended to give them nothing to grab hold of.A faint glimmer of headlights appeared in the rearview for a moment, then vanished down another road.I glanced sideways at her. “You still remember the route we planned?”Her eyes flicked to me briefly. “Every step.”“Good.” I allowed the corner of my mouth to lift, just slightly. “If you freeze out there, you won’t get a second chance. I can’t fight the whole damn Dark Moon patrol just beca

Susanna’s POV The door to Fiona’s chamber closed behind me without a sound. Her ragged breathing still clung to the air like smoke. I moved down the hall, each step silent, measured. The guards outside remained frozen in their quiet daze, still ensnared by my Alpha command. They didn’t glance my way. Didn’t even twitch. The weight of my own power hummed in my bones. It was intoxicating… and dangerous. It would be too easy to push further, to sink my claws into their minds until they forgot the last hour completely. But that wasn’t the point of tonight. Tonight was for her. The east wing corridor stretched ahead, bathed in strips of moonlight from the high arched windows. My shadow wavered and bled into the pale stone, flickering like I wasn’t entirely there. My wolf stirred faintly, pleased. This ghost I had become she was more than a disguise. She was a warning. I reached the stairwell and began my descent. The air grew cooler with each step, carrying the faint hum of

Derek’s POVThe moment Fiona’s scream ripped through the east wing, I was already moving.The guards outside her room snapped to attention, but their faces were pale, uneasy.They hadn’t been asleep on duty. I could smell their adrenaline yet whatever had startled her, they hadn’t seen it.That alone made my wolf bristle.When I pushed open the door, Fiona was pressed against the headboard, eyes wide, face bloodless. She didn’t even look at me; her gaze was fixed somewhere past my shoulder, at the empty air like it was staring back.I scanned the room quickly. No intruder scent. No shift in the draft from the windows. No sign of forced entry.But the tension in her was too real to dismiss.“There’s no one here, Fiona,” I said carefully, keeping my voice steady.Her head shook violently. “She’s here. You just can’t see her.”My gut tightened.Susanna.The name burned into my mind like a brand. “Enough,” I said, more firmly now. “This isn’t helping you or the baby.”The word "baby" see