Semua Bab Curse of the Moon's Bride : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The last follower between me and W lunged with a snarl.I sidestepped and drove my blade across his chest. He fell into the dirt.Breathing hard, I lifted my gaze. W stood exactly where they had been moments before – still. Watching. Waiting.The cemetery had descended into chaos around us. Wolves fought among broken headstones. The air rang with steel, snarls, and screams. Yet somehow, the hooded figure remained untouched. As though the battle revolved around them. As though they had known this moment was coming."Selene!" Kael's voice cut through the noise. He was forcing his way through a cluster of followers, his sword flashing beneath the moonlight. "Wait for me!"I shook my head. I couldn't. Not now. Not when W was finally standing in front of me.The gold around my wrist flared brighter. Heat surged through my veins. I charged.---W moved for the first time. A blade slid from beneath the dark cloak – curved, black, ancient. The metal seemed to drink the moonlight instead of re

The council chamber felt different now. Not lighter. Just quieter.The shouting was gone. The accusations. The fear that had lingered over every meeting like a storm cloud. What remained was exhaustion.I sat beside Kael as wolves filled the stone benches. Their voices stayed low, subdued. No one seemed eager to be here.Neither was I.The heavy doors opened. Bran entered between two guards. His wrists were bound with silver restraints, but he walked as though he were still an elder. His back was straight. His chin was lifted. Proud. Defiant. Unbroken.The sight of him twisted something inside my chest. Not fear. Disappointment.Kael rose from his seat. His voice echoed through the chamber."Elder Bran, you stand accused of treason, conspiracy, and murder. How do you plead?"Bran looked around the room. At the council. At the wolves gathered to watch. Finally, his gaze landed on me. His lips curled slightly."I plead guilty to everything." Murmurs spread through the chamber. Bran cont

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the carved wolf sitting on my windowsill.Morning sunlight spilled across the room, bathing the small wooden figure in gold. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the sounds of another day beginning. Voices drifted through the air. Footsteps echoed downstairs. Somewhere outside, children laughed.Normal sounds. Beautiful sounds.My hand moved instinctively to my wrist. The golden mark rested against my skin, quiet and warm. Not demanding. Not hurting. Peaceful.For so long, I had associated it with pain and fear. With loss. Now, when I looked at it, I thought of survival. I thought of hope.A smile tugged at my lips as I climbed out of bed.When I stepped into the main hall, warmth immediately surrounded me.The room buzzed with life. Several wolves sat arguing over breakfast. Elders occupied chairs near the windows where the sunlight was strongest. Children chased each other between the furniture while exhausted parents pretend

I woke to warmth.Not the warmth of sunlight or blankets – the warmth of Kael. His arm rested heavily across my waist, pulling me against his chest. His steady heartbeat thumped softly against my back, slow and calm.For a long moment, I simply lay there. Breathing. Listening. Existing.The room was quiet except for the crackle of dying embers in the hearth and the sound of Kael's breathing behind me. The gold mark at my wrist rested against my skin – quiet, peaceful, content.I couldn't remember the last time I'd woken up without tension already waiting in my chest. No fear. No dread. No feeling that disaster was just around the corner.Just peace.Carefully, I shifted and turned in his arms. Kael didn't wake – not immediately. For once, there was no Alpha mask. No responsibility. No burden.His face was relaxed in sleep. The lines of stress that had once permanently occupied his features were gone. He looked younger. Lighter. Happy.I reached out and traced a finger along his jaw. H

Golden autumn light spilled across the room when I opened my eyes.For a moment, I simply lay still, watching the dust dance through the sunlight. The carved wolf sat proudly on the mantle, exactly where it had been for the past month. Beside it rested its mate, the two figures standing together as if they had always belonged side by side.A small smile tugged at my lips.The gold around my wrist was quiet. Peaceful. It no longer felt like a burden or a reminder of pain. It felt like part of me.A month. Only a month had passed since the mating ceremony, yet it felt as though an entirely different life separated me from the woman I had been before – the woman who had lived in fear, who had believed happiness would always be temporary.Now, mornings like this felt normal. And somehow, that was the greatest gift of all.I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. The pack house was already alive. Voices echoed through the halls. People carried baskets filled with late harvest supplies. Chi