Chapter: 41. The Betrayal EVANThe corridor is quiet.All those search parties have shifted to the western grounds exactly as planned, leaving the residential wing undisturbed after Clara climbed into the worst possible office she could have chosen at the worst possible time.That guard will hold.He has no reason not to.By dawn, what little he remembers will become uncertain, or gone entirely. Either way, he won't be a problem.I stop outside Clara's door and knock twice. The handle turns almost immediately, the door swinging open.So much for following instructions.She stands at the frame exactly as I left her—barefoot, hair half undone, one hand still faintly stained with dried blood despite her obvious attempts to scrub it away.There's at least no blood stench now."I asked you not to open the door." I remind her."You knocked.” She says."I told you not to open it until I got here.""You are here.""It could have been anyone."She folds her arms. “Well it's you.”I hold her gaze for a moment before loo
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Chapter: 40. Listen To MeCLARA "Whether you understand it or not, Human Luna..." His eyes never leave mine. "Your life is no longer yours alone." I blink at him. "What?" What the fuck does that even mean? That sounds disturbingly cult-like. Did he hit his head on the way down? He sure did— Before I can ask, the sharp crunch of boots over gravel cuts through the night. Guards. Shit! The sound comes fast, branches rustling as flashlights sweep through the hedges. "There!" someone yells. Of course. Of fucking course. I have to escape! I have to run— Everything moves at once. Evan's hand settles against the small of my back, steady and firm, moving me behind him before my brain even catches up. One step. That's all it takes, and suddenly all I can see is the width of his shoulders filling my entire view. He's shielding me? ...Again. "Evan!" One of the guards skids to a stop, chest heaving as the beam of his flashlight swings straight onto us. Right into my eyes. I squint,
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Chapter: 39. The Protector's OathEVAN. There are promises a man chooses to make. Then there are the ones that choose him. Mine has always been simple. To protect. And protecting Clara Vance has quickly become the most exhausting responsibility of my life. Which is remarkable, considering she isn't actually mine to protect. That woman is trouble. I knew it the moment I watched her throw herself out of a third-floor window with all the confidence of someone who had clearly mistaken luck for skill. Most people make plans. She makes disasters and somehow survives them. So when I catch the faint crease between Alaric's brows, his attention breaking from the Blood Moon for the first time tonight, settling on the glowing watch on his wrists. I knew something happened. Or rather… Someone happened. Around us, the gardens have fallen into reverent silence. Hundreds stand beneath the crimson moon with their heads bowed, silver offering bowls reflecting scarlet light that humans will never see. The a
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Chapter: 38. Mission AccomplishedCLARA. I quietly slipped through the palace doors, and reached the residential building without much attention and entered the main hall soon. Empty. Good. Everyone who mattered was outside watching the Blood Moon, everyone who didn't matter was probably serving everyone who did, and that left me with long corridors, polished marble and an entire building to myself— "Lady Clara?" Fuck! Someone's here? How the ... Why? I take a deep breath and put on my best innocent face before turning around. Two maids are standing there, and judging by the direction they're headed, they're on their way to the gardens too. Couldn't they have left five minutes later? "Yes?" I ask after realizing I've been staring at them a second too long. "Lady Clara, everyone's at the gardens." One says softly. I know, woman. "Yeah...?" "Do you need something here? Should I help—" "No." The answer jumps out before my brain approves it. "I mean... the Blood Moon's already woken up. You sh
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Chapter: 37. CupcakesCLARA"Another one," I mutter to myself, reaching for another cupcake, making the tiered stand wobble in protest.The one thing nobody tells you about important pack ceremonies is that they're incredibly boring before they even begin. Everyone dresses up, stands around with expensive drinks in their hands and pretends they aren't all just waiting for the fucking moon to turn red.I lean against the long buffet table beneath the open sky, peeling the paper from my third cupcake of the evening.Vanilla.Buttercream.An unreasonable amount of frosting.Exactly what this evening needs.A smear of icing sticks to my thumb. I lick it off absentmindedly, my gaze drifting to the enormous full moon hanging above the palace grounds.It looks...Normal.White.Round.Very committed to being a moon."So..." I mumble around another bite. "When exactly do you become dramatic?"For the past three days, I've heard nothing except Blood Moon this and Blood Moon that.The Blood Moon.Capital letters inc
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Chapter: 36. The Promise of UsEMMAThe door closes firmly behind me.For a moment, I remain standing outside his room, my hand still resting against the handle. The cool brass presses into my palm while the scent of smoke and leather still lingers in my lungs, stubborn and familiar, refusing to fade despite the distance now separating us. I close my eyes for a second, letting the quiet settle around me. When I open them again, the corridor stretches ahead, long and empty, the polished floors reflecting the dim light overhead. I straighten my shoulders and force myself forward, my footsteps steady against the silence, leaving whatever passed between us where it belongs—Behind closed doors.Alaric's wing has always reflected him, minimal, controlled and impossibly quiet. Soft recessed lights cast a warm glow over dark wood and charcoal walls, while floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the sleeping territory below, countless lights glittering against the night. Even the artwork is understated, chosen more for balance t
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Chapter: 40. Wolfy~ETHAN~ And when I look back, the wolf is already there. Staring right at me. It's as tall as me, with ash-grey fur that catches the moonlight and turns almost silver. The eyes stand out more—emerald, faintly glowing, fixed and aware. It steps forward. The wood groans under the shift in weight. Heavier than it looks. Seventy kilos, at least. Another step. The floor creaks louder this time, the sound stretching through the narrow space like a warning. “Stop,” I say. It does, turning its head towards me, fully focused. “The wood is old,” I add, almost automatically. The wolf blinks. Then its tail gives a slow, controlled wag like it understood exactly what I meant. It's…it's mesmerizing. I don’t move immediately, just watch. The wolf holds where it is, weight even, head level, eyes fixed on me, not pacing, not testing distance, just… waiting. My pulse is already up, shoulders tight. Every instinct wired the wrong way—too alert, too ready to pull back. The howls are still
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Chapter: 39. The Howls~ETHAN~ I don't know if it's only at night but this Ridge looks worse. Empty and wrong, too quiet, the wind cutting across the ridge the only sound, colder than it should be, slipping through my jacket and settling deeper the longer I stand here. The post’s barely holding up too, wood worn out, edges rough under my palm, one side creaking every time the wind hits it wrong, a bulb fixed low near the base—dim, flickering like it might give out any second, not doing much anyway cause most of the light comes from the moon, spreading across the ridge in uneven patches and leaving the rest in shadow. Inside the cubicle, there's some water, a chair and a blanket. Only the essentials. I lean against the frame, arms folded, the wood cold even through the fabric, eyes fixed on the stretch ahead, open land, nothing to block the view, nothing to hide behind either. The wind shifts again, carrying dust and something faint under it. I stay still, body too alert, not nerves, just… aware
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Chapter: 38. Punishment~NYRA~ “Where is that fucking mutt?!” It doesn’t sound like a voice—it hits, a brutal strike straight to the skull. My step falters, just half a beat, but it’s enough. The Alpha command tears through me, raw and merciless, sinking into bone, demanding obedience before thought can even form. My jaw locks. Behind me, Ethan shifts. He didn’t hear it, but he felt it. Everyone did. The corridor has gone too still, the kind of silence that presses against your ears. Omegas straighten as I pass, eyes dropping instantly, but I catch it—resentment buried under fear. I stop at the office door, my hand hovering for a fraction of a second—not hesitation, calculation—before I knock once and push it open as the door slams against the wall. He’s already on his feet, my uncle doesn’t sit when he’s angry. His presence fills the room before his voice does, thick and suffocating, like the air’s been stripped of oxygen. “Finally.” The word cracks like a whip as his gaze slices past me and lo
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Chapter: 37. Just friends~NYRA~ I wake up still. Not burning. Not shaking. Just… still. For a second, I don’t move. I wait for it—for the heat, the pull, that sharp, crawling need to come back and drag me under again. It doesn’t. My breath leaves me slower this time, controlled, and I sit up, testing it. My body answers the way it should—tight, steady, mine. “Goddess,” I exhale and sit up straight, rolling my shoulders once, forcing the stiffness out before it settles, it pulls in places I ignore and move past, the room is empty, no trace of him. Everything else looks normal—and that pisses me off more than it should. I stand, fixing my clothes fast, not stopping, the fabric drags and I shove it off as I reach the door and grab the handle, holding it tight for a second. He’ll say something—throw it in my fucking face, call me pathetic, brag about the favor he did. No. If he wants to stay alive, he’ll keep his mouth shut. Else I’ll make him. I open the door and step into the hallway, f
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Chapter: 36. Close Your Eyes~NYRA~ “Touch me.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. My chest tightens the second they’re out—sharp, choking— No. It hurts. Not just the heat. Not just this want. It starts lower—tight, coiled—and then it twists. The pain folds in on itself, restless, alive, like something trapped under my skin trying to claw free. Every breath drags it tighter, every shift makes it worse—too much, too raw, too there. My body doesn’t feel like mine. It feels— Wrong. I curl into the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric, trying to ground myself in something—anything—but even that betrays me. The friction sends a shiver up my spine, heat flaring hotter, turning into something unbearable. “Ah—!” My back arches off the bed, fingers clawing into his wrist, knuckles whitening as something twists hard inside me. My thighs press together on instinct, trying—failing—to ease the pressure building under my skin. It only makes it worse. Everything’s too sensitive—too sh
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Chapter: 35. Touch Me~ETHAN~ Her hands shoot up, clutching my collar. Then her lips crash against mine—hot, sudden and desperate. For a second, I don’t move. My body locks, every instinct misfiring under the sudden heat of her mouth, the way her fingers fist into my collar like she’s holding on to the only solid thing left. She’s burning. I feel it—through fabric, through skin—heat radiating off her in waves that hit me harder than they should. Her grip tightens on my collar, dragging me closer, her mouth pressing harder. My hand shifts—slides up her spine, pulling her in without thinking. And the realization hits like a crack through my bones. What is she doing? What am I doing? This—her kissing— I pull back instantly. Not far—just enough to break it, enough to drag in a breath that still tastes like her. A soft, broken whimper slips from her—low, unguarded— —and it hits me harder than the kiss ever did. It lands somewhere deep, raw, dragging something in my chest tight and wrong. “Nyra.” My
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