Semua Bab The Substitute Luna’s Revenge: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Kenna’s POV “Be careful with those flowers, they’re worth more than you will ever be.” My stepmother didn’t look at me when she said it. She never did. Her eyes stayed fixed on the mirror, adjusting a pearl comb in her hair while I stood behind her holding an armful of purple hibiscus flowers that cost more than the room I slept in.“Yes, ma’am.” My voice came out steady. I’d had twenty-three years of practice.I carried the flowers down the hall myself, past servants who moved faster than I did and still somehow made it look effortless, like belonging was a power they had built and I’d never trained. My arms hurt before I reached the ballroom. I didn’t set the flowers down until every branch of it was arranged exactly the way the wedding planner wanted them, because if one petal bent wrong, it would be my fault, and Alpha Roland’s daughter or not, I couldn’t afford to be at fault for anything today.Three hours earlier, I had woken in the dark, in the narrow room below the estate

Jace’s POV“There is no one else.” The Moon Priest’s voice cut through the noise like a blade through fabric. “Pack law requires a daughter of Roland’s bloodline. Any daughter. Acknowledged or not.”The chamber went dead silent. I already knew who he meant. I’d seen her that morning, the quiet one in Jenna’s dressing room, unpinning her sister’s hair with careful hands while I asked whether the bride was ready and didn’t spare her a second glance. I’d walked past her the way I walked past every servant in that house, because that’s what I’d assumed she was.“The wolfless girl,” Lord Ashworth said, curling his lip like the words tasted foul. “Roland’s shame. You’d crown that before Tezla arrives?”“I would better crown a broom before I start a war,” I said. “Send it to her.”Nobody moved for a full three seconds. Then the doors opened, and two guards brought her in like she was under arrest instead of under consideration which told me exactly how this house had already decided to tr

Kenna’s POVI woke before dawn, the dream still clinging to my skin like sweat that hadn’t dried. My wrist ached where the silver mark had flickered in the night. I pulled my sleeve down over it before I even had a candle lit, as though hiding it from an empty room could undo whatever had happened.Just nerves, I told myself, splashing water on my face. Just a bad dream and tired eyes.I dressed and went down to the kitchens because staying in that room, under Jenna’s portrait, felt like drowning slowly. The cook barely looked up when I entered.“My Luna,” she said, the title landing flat and wrong in her mouth, like she’d practiced saying it without meaning it.“I’ll check the infirmary stores,” I said. “Then the guest prepares, since the envoys are still here.”“As you wish.” She turned back to her bread without another word.I heard them before I reached the infirmary door, two servant girls, voices pitched just low enough to pretend they thought I couldn’t hear.“The false Luna’

Jace’s POVI couldn't sleep, I lay there running the priest’s warning over and over until the words stopped making sense, the way anything does if you say it enough times in the dark.If that mark has truly returned, then perhaps Jenna’s homecoming isn’t the miracle this house believes it to be.By morning I still had no answer, only more questions stacked on top of the old ones, so I did the only thing that made sense. I went to ask the source herself.Jenna was sitting up when I entered, a shawl around her shoulders, color back in her face already. She smiled the second she saw me, soft and grateful, exactly the way she used to before any of this happened.“Jace.” She patted the edge of the bed. “I didn’t expect you so early.”“I need the rest of it.” I stayed standing. “Every detail you remember. If I’m going to find the ones who took you, I need more than what you gave the council last night.”“Of course.” She folded her hands in her lap like a woman settling in to confess somethi