Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Emily’s POV

Varga tilted her head, her gaze mocking.“…Silas is long gone. You won’t find anyone down there.”

Bad feeling hit me.

We descended into the underground chambers anyway. The deeper we walked, the colder the air became, smelling of damp earth and old iron. Finally, we reached the prison room.

Empty.

The heavy iron chains hung open. The stone cell was completely abandoned.

Nathan stared at the open restraints, his face darkening. “…What the Hell?”

Varga’s laughter echoed off the dungeon walls, sharp and gleeful.

“You destroyed the curse rotting inside him,” her smile widened cruelly. “When you drained Silas, you took the

Moon Goddess’s decay into yourself.”

The words from the Fates snapped back into my mind. Balance restored. “No…”

“And then,” Varga continued, nodding toward Zynair, “through this idiot, you healed him.”

Zynair went pale. “What?”

“The dagger Alpha Titus used against Silas was double–bound,” Varga’s grin stretched wider. “Titus and the Rogue King shared the wound. Every time you poured healing into Titus… the same healing flowed straight into Silas.”

The realization hit me, cold and heavy. All those grueling healing sessions.

“Emily,” Varga whispered joyfully, “you gave the Rogue King a second life.”

Her laughter filled the dark corridor.

“The curse is gone now. No rot. No decay. No weakness,” her eyes glittered with pure malice. “And there are still o many heirs left carrying his blood.”

The breeder barracks flashed through my memory. The pregnant she–wolves.

A hard, burning rage took over my mind.

“No. They will never belong to him again.”

Varga’s smile thinned, her eyes narrowing. “You can’t guarantee that.”

“Maybe not,” I said, stepping closer and looking down at her. “But I can make sure every child he ever tried to >wn grows up free.”

“There are a lot of witches who want payback for what she did,” Zynair said flatly. “Honestly, I think every single Oven is going to want a piece of her.”

“Good,” I said coldly “She’s all yours.”

Varga snarled, her chains clashing against the stone as Zynair dragged her away.

When the sound died down, Nathan stepped closer to me, looking stressed.

“…So Silas is free?” he asked.

I looked at the empty chains, my hands tightening into fists.

“Yeah,” I said, barely keeping my temper in check. “But we’ll find him I don’t care about whatever balance the vitches are talking about–I’ll tear this whole place apart myself if I have to.”

Nathan stared at me for a second, then let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I already called some of our people through the portals,” he said. “A few awakened Betas from here are helping tabilize things too. Most of the Alphas are dead. Declan and Silas made sure of that.”

The dungeon suddenly felt even colder.

“We’ll clean this place up,” Nathan continued. “Figure out who’s alive. Secure the castle. Track where Silas scaped to.” He looked back at me, his gaze softening. “But first, I’m taking you home.”

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