The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346 A Woman’s Fate?

Cindy’s POV:

Viola finally fell into a deep sleep, but I still couldn’t sleep.

I carefully pulled the blanket over my head, hiding myself in the darkness and warmth.

Only when I was sure Viola couldn’t hear me did I finally let my guard down.

The tears came out silently, soaking my pillow within seconds.

I bit the corner of the blanket to stop myself from making any sound, letting the heartbreaking pain spread through my whole body.

Sephiria’s bone-thin hand, her hollow, hopeless eyes, and that red blood she coughed up… Everything kept replaying in my mind like a nightmare on loop.

Was this a woman’s fate? Was this the tragedy of Omegas, treated like property in front of power and profit?

I felt deep fear and anger.

If I hadn’t picked up a sword, if I hadn’t broken free from that suffocating bond with James, would Sephiria’s today be my tomorrow?

“Don’t cry, Cindy.”

Diana’s soul gently comforted me inside my mind. “You’re not like them. You’re an Alpha. You’re a hunter with a bow. The people trying to control your fate will eventually become your prey.”

I took a deep breath and wiped my tears roughly under the blanket.

Yeah. I couldn’t just drown in sorrow.

For Sephiria, who was barely holding on. And for Viola, who was trapped in this terrible situation.

I had to get stronger. I had to get colder.

I’d make those powerful nobles, who treated people like bargaining chips, understand something. The blades of the Silverpeak Pack di in’t just kill vampires-it could cut their dirty deals too.

The next day would be another tough battle.

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Early the next morning, the bells of Goldmoon Monastery rang through the wind and snow.

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, Sephiria’s thin, dying body and the blood she coughed up kept appearing in my mind. I put on my heavy coat and went to her room early.

The fireplace barely kept the room warm. Katie and Carla were holding a basin of warm water, carefully wiping Sephiria’s body.

I walked over and took the bowl from Carla.

It was warm milk, and there was a small piece of soft bread torn into tiny pieces on the side.

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