All Chapters of BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucy POV I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second. My father’s words replayed in my mind on a loop. The witch’s voice, cold and steady, echoed under it. And the danger of the ritual....the danger of everything....kept pressing down on my chest like someone had placed a hand over my heart and refused to release it. “The Luna mark will have to be tattooed on you… but only with the ashes of a vampire general and the blood of any werewolf.” I could still hear her saying it. It sounded insane. Unnatural. Deadly. And yet my father looked at her as if she had just said the most reasonable solution in the world. I kept pacing around my room, my feet moving restlessly, my mind chasing answers that didn’t exist. A vampire general? Did she know how powerful they were? Did she know what it meant to even get close to one? Of course she did. She was a lunar witch. But knowing didn’t make it easier. My father’s face when he knelt to her… It broke something inside me. I had never s

Lucy’s POV I didn’t even know what time it was anymore. The mansion walls felt like they were closing in on me, squeezing every bit of sanity out of my skull. The council’s warning kept ringing in my head as if someone had carved the words on the back of my eyelids: Two weeks… or your title will be stripped. The mating must be mutual. The Alpha must feel something—anything—for you. And then my father—of all people—telling me to “do what must be done.” Those words burned more than anything the council ever said. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The air in my room felt suffocating. I paced back and forth like a caged animal until I suddenly stopped, staring at the wall as a new thought stabbed through me— Go to him. A stupid idea. Stupid. But I couldn’t stop myself. Adrian. He was the center of this madness. The reason everyone was pulling me apart like a rope in a war. The reason I felt like I was drowning in my own skin. Before I could talk myself out of it, I stormed

Adrian’s POV The morning light filtered through the tall windows of my office, painting sharp angles across the sleek floors of Wolfe Enterprises. I was leaning against the edge of my mahogany desk, black suit sleeves rolled up, fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm. My mind wasn’t on the reports sprawled in front of me or the meeting I was supposed to attend. It was on her. Lucy. Caleb leaned against the opposite side of the desk, holding a glass of water. His calm posture clashed with the tension radiating off me. “She hasn’t been around since last night,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was casual, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern he always had for her—though he’d never admit it out loud. I turned to him, letting the anger and frustration show. “She went to them. The council. They threatened her, Caleb. Stripped her of her powers if she refused. And she… she didn’t know what else to do.” Caleb’s eyebrows rose. “They can’t just do that. She’s a general,

LUCY’S POV I didn’t sleep the night before. My body felt too heavy to move, yet too restless to stay still. I kept hearing my father’s words again and again—“You have to do it whether you like it or not.” But underneath that, buried and stubborn, Adrian’s voice kept cutting through everything: “Have some self-respect… wolves don’t mate without desire.” Those two voices battled in my head until dawn broke. By morning, I felt like something inside me had cracked open. Something dark. Something tired. Something ready. My father said the witch had already sent for us before sunrise—that the ritual had to begin under the half moon. I didn’t argue. I didn’t complain. I didn’t ask questions. I simply walked behind him, my feet dragging on the path, my mind numb. We reached the shrine a little after noon. The air was dry, smoky, heavy with burnt herbs. The trees bent inward like they were listening. The stones around the old shrine were dark with time and something I didn’t want to

Lucy POV The sunlight hurt my eyes. Blinding. I groaned and rolled to the side, only to realize that I was lying on something hard, cold, and… not my own bed. Panic clawed at my chest, my heartbeat spiking as I tried to remember where I was, how I got here, and why my body felt like it had been through a storm. I opened my eyes fully, wincing. Everything was unfamiliar yet chillingly familiar at the same time. The stone walls were carved with intricate sigils and charms that glimmered faintly in the pale morning light that filtered through the high windows. My stomach churned as I realized I was still in the witch’s shrine. The same shrine where my father and I had performed the ritual. My mind struggled to recall the details of the last moments, but it was hazy, blurred by exhaustion, magic, and fear. I slowly tried to sit up. My body screamed at me—muscles stiff, joints aching, and a sharp, persistent pain at my lower back. Something was… wrong. I felt along the