Lahat ng Kabanata ng Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

THALIA’S POVIt had taken a whole night before the realization dawned fully on me—I had murdered two people and fled the scene. The blood on my hands had been washed away, but the phantom weight of it remained, pressing into my skin like lead. And what I had hoped on settling before dawn with my aunt—the woman raising my younger sister, Valerie—didn’t go as planned. I had tried to find the words to tell her we needed to run, to explain that the shadows of our past had finally grown teeth, but the words died in my throat every time I saw Valerie’s innocent face.It had taken another day after I left the city before I fully understood that the people who sent those men would already be looking for me. They weren’t just common thugs; they were hunters. They were probably close already, sniffing out my trail like hounds on a scent.Sleep didn’t come easy. I spent my nights staring at the ceiling, wondering if someone would throttle me in my sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashe

THALIA’S POVMy heart squeezed painfully in my chest, and I felt like a bird trapped in a cage made of my own ribs as I stuttered, “I… you, sir—”His gaze didn’t falter for a single second. He stood there looking like a god of war, tall and terrifying, while he growled, “I won’t repeat myself anymore, Thalia. Strip. Now.”Several thoughts ran through my head, mostly involving me dying in very creative ways, because I could see the sheer, unadulterated madness in his eyes and I knew I wasn’t important enough for him to show mercy. The idea of what I was about to do made my stomach do somersaults, but instead of saying the curses that were screaming in my mind, I peeled myself off the door. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was full of sand, and slowly slid the straps of the dress down my pale shoulders.I was covered in a week’s worth of dungeon dust and grime, which was hardly the “seductress” look I would have gone for if I had a choice, but the way his eyes raked over my sk

RAEL'S POVThe bond had the consistency of a sound you could almost hear. Not music, not voices, nothing so clear as that — just a frequency that sat below the surface of everything else, a low persistent hum that had been there since the morning after the rut and had not diminished, not even slightly, not even when I was in a council session and needed every part of my attention on the table in front of me and found, for the first time in several centuries, that this was apparently not something I could simply decide to do.I had been able to focus through wars. Through the murder of my parents. Through the long grinding years of keeping a pack intact when everything around it was fracturing. I had been able to do all of those things because I was the Alpha King and focus was not a luxury but a function, and I had never struggled with a single one of them the way I was currently struggling with a girl in the dungeon who weighed considerably less than my armour.Elder Rowan was watchi

Thalia~The east tower room was absolutely not what I expected, and I was getting really tired of things in this pack messing up my calculations. I had spent the last two days preparing myself for a different kind of torture. I thought maybe they would put me in a smaller cage, or chain me to a wall where the silver would eat through my skin slower. What I didn’t expect was a massive, fully furnished bedroom that smelled like woodsmoke and clean linen.I stood right in the middle of the faded rug, slowly turning around in a circle to take everything in. There was a huge bed in the corner with thick blankets, a heavy wooden table with a chair, and a stone fireplace where logs were already crackling and spitting orange sparks. The stone walls were thick, at least two feet deep, and the only window was a narrow slit set so deep into the masonry that the morning light could barely squeeze through.A quiet pack woman had walked in a few minutes ago, dropped a plain grey dress and a clean s

RAEL's POVUnfortunately...Imogen was already sitting in the high-backed leather chair across from my desk when I returned from the boundary report meeting, the massive heavy oak ledgers of the pack territory spread open across her knee. These weren't the sanitized summaries meant for the outer council; they were the actual, raw working documents—the ones she had personally managed and kept immaculate for eleven years through three violent territorial shifts and two prolonged, bloody rut cycles that had pushed our pack limits to the absolute edge.She had not come to my office in an emotional capacity. She had come in an operational one, and the stark difference was visible in everything about her posture. The green velvet robe she wore was structured and formal, her dark hair was pinned back severely without a single stray strand, and her spine was perfectly aligned against the leather of the chair. She was still acting as the Luna of the Great North when she walked into this room,