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Chapter 145 - The pack in mourning
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Bound to the moon Chapter 147 - The final fall
Celina’s chambers had grown darker over the past few days, not because the sun failed to shinethrough her windows, but because she had closed the curtains and barred the light out. The airwas heavy with the scent of unwashed linens and the cloying sweetness of milk. Her baby stirredrestlessly in the cradle, fussing and cooing, but Celina didn’t hear him the way a mother should.She sat cross-legged on the floor, hair tangled, lips moving as she muttered to herself.“They think they’ve beaten me,” she whispered, eyes wild, rocking back and forth. “Rory withher Moonborn glow, Kael with his devotion, Lyra with her judgmental stares. But no… no, I’vebeaten them already. Haven’t I, my darling?”She reached for the cradle, dragging it closer until she could touch the baby’s small hand. Hervoice softened, but the madness never left her tone. “You&rsq
Bound to the moon Chapter 146 - Tormented dreams
The burial fires had long gone cold, yet the scent of death lingered in the air like a shadow thatclung to the stone walls of the packhouse. The pack mourned openly, wailing, singing dirges,pouring their grief into the soil that had swallowed Lyra’s body. But Celina? Celina played herrole too perfectly. She wore black silk, her eyes rimmed in false redness, her lips trembling withpretended grief.The truth simmered beneath her skin, like a secret she could not tell.That night, when the pack slept in exhaustion after days of mourning, Celina slipped into herchamber, cradling her child against her chest. She hummed a lullaby, low and sweet, her fingerstrembling though her voice did not betray it. “Shhh… my love,” she whispered into the baby’shair. “The world is cruel, but we’ll win it all. They’ll all see. You’re the future.”Her baby stirred, restless, as if sensing the storm that clung to his mother.Celina laid him in his crib and sank onto the bed. For the first time since L
Bound to the moon Chapter 145 - The pack in mourning
The sound of the bell still haunts me.It wasn’t the usual call to gather, sharp and commanding — it was slower, heavier, draggingthrough the air like a mourning song. My heart sank before I even knew why, as though theMoon herself whispered that something irreparable had broken.By the time I reached the central courtyard, the whispers had already started. Faces pale, voiceshushed, bodies drawn together in clusters as though seeking warmth from a storm none of uscould escape.“Lyra…” someone murmured near the training grounds.“She fell,” another voice whispered back, trembling, “she’s… gone.”I froze. For a heartbeat, I thought my ears had betrayed me. Lyra? No. It couldn’t be Lyra. Shewas too careful, too strong-willed to vanish in such a senseless way. My chest constricted as thetruth pressed in — and yet it didn’t feel like truth at all.I forced my legs to move, though each step felt weighted with dread. My fingers trembled,curling into my palms until my nails cut into th
Bound to the moon Chapter 144 - Lyra’s Stand
The corridors of the Alpha King’s estate had quieted for the evening, but Lyra’s steps rang sharpagainst the polished stone. She moved like a woman with purpose, her silver hair catching thefaint glow of torches lining the walls. Her heart was steady, her resolve ironclad. For too long shehad allowed silence to be her shield, guilt to chain her tongue. But not tonight.Celina’s voice echoed faintly down the hall, a hushed cooing sound — the soft lull of a mother toher child. Lyra’s lips pressed into a thin line as she neared the chamber door. How many timeshad she entered that room with kindness? How many times had she believed Celina’s falsesmiles, her rehearsed sorrow?She pushed the door open without knocking.Celina looked up from the cradle where her baby lay swaddled, her dark hair spilling down hershoulders in deliberate waves. Surprise flashed across her face, but only for a moment. Thencame the practiced warmth — a smile too smooth, too polished.“Lyra,” Celina purred
Bound to the moon Chapter 143 - Broken Bonds
I had known something was wrong for days.Thorne’s eyes no longer lingered on me the way they used to. His touch, once possessive andwarm, had grown cold, fleeting, as if I were poison beneath his fingertips. He stopped coming tomy chambers at night, his presence replaced by silence that made the walls feel like they wereclosing in on me.At first, I told myself it was my imagination. That maybe he was burdened, or that the shadowsin his eyes were only exhaustion. But when I saw him walking with Celina that morning—hisexpression softened in a way I hadn’t seen directed at me in weeks—I knew it wasn’t in myhead.And I couldn’t bear it anymore.I found him by the eastern training field, alone, sharpening a blade. The moonlight kissed thesteel, and for a heartbeat, I thought he loo
Bound to the moon Chapter 142 - Forbidden Seduction
The moon hung low, its pale light cutting through the Alpha King’s courtyard like a blade. Thenight air was heavy, still, yet Thorne’s chest burned as though he’d been running. He hadavoided Rory’s chambers, avoided Kael, avoided even the quiet of his own thoughts. Everywherehe turned, the weight pressed on him. The way Rory smiled more easily with Kael. The wayKael’s touch lingered on her back when no one else was looking.It gnawed at him. He was one of the three — a fated bond. Yet sometimes, it felt like he was anoutsider, left to watch love unfold without him.He slammed his fist against the stone wall as the thought festered, jaw tight. She’s supposed to bemine too… why does it feel like she only wants him?“Careful, Thorne,” came a voice, smooth as poisoned honey.
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