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Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead Twenty nine
Steam still curled in the air as Leora ran a towel through her damp hair. The faint scent of lavender soap lingered around her. Her body ached pleasantly from training, but her mind—her mind was a storm she didn’t want to name.A knock interrupted her thoughts.“Come in,” she called softly, still facing the mirror.The door creaked open. Aunt Zaria stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. “You took a bath? At this hour?” she asked, brows raised. “It’s almost evening, Leora.”Leora glanced at her reflection, then turned with a half-smile. “I went out for a bit of an exercise.”“Exercise?” Zaria repeated, suspicion lacing her tone. “Since when does my niece go for evening workouts?”Leora laughed lightly, tucking the towel over her shoulder. “Since today, apparently. I needed to clear my head.”Zaria stepped closer, her gaze softening as she took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’ve been doing a lot of that lately… clearing your head.”Leora hesitated. “Maybe I ju
Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead Twenty eight
The clang of steel echoed across the training ground, breaking the morning stillness. Theron swung his blade with ruthless precision, every strike sharper than the last. Sweat slid down his temple, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.You will be her mate.Lyandra’s words wouldn’t leave his head. Each swing, each breath, was a futile attempt to silence her voice. He had trained to be a warrior, a protector—not to play the part of a lover in a scheme he had to win.“Theron!”Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He turned sharply, gripping his sword as he saw her walking toward him. Leora. Dressed in dark training leathers, her hair tied loosely at the back, strands escaping to frame her face, dancing against her flushed cheeks.For a moment, he forgot to breathe.“Luna?” he said, lowering his blade. “You shouldn’t be here. This area is restricted to the warriors.”“I’m aware,” she said, stopping a few paces from him. “But I came for a reason.”He raised a brow. “Which is?”“I want yo
Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead Twenty seven
The moon hung low, veiled by restless clouds that churned over Crestwood’s sleeping city. The streets were silent, save for the occasional cry of a night bird or the rustle of wind through the trees.Inside a modest house in the east part of the kingdom . Riggs sat on his bed, the bruises from Theron’s fists still blooming across his jaw and temple. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to wash the dried blood from his lip.He had replayed the moment over and over in his head—the slap, the look of horror in Leora’s eyes, Theron bursting in like a storm.It hadn’t gone as planned.But he had meant no harm. Not really.A knock rattled the door. Sharp. Hard.Riggs froze, water dripping from his fingers.Another knock—louder this time.“Who is it?” he called cautiously.The answer came not in words, but in the splintering crack of the door being shoved open.Theron stepped through the threshold like a shadow peeled off the night—tall, furious, his eyes burning with a predator’s light. H
Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead Twenty eight
Theron moved toward the door. “You have until tomorrow to figure out how you’re going to fix this. If I were you, I’d start praying she shows mercy.”He reached for the handle, then paused. “And Riggs?”Riggs lifted his eyes.“If you ever touch her again—without her permission—no one will find what’s left of you.”With that, Theron stepped out into the cold night.The wind howled through the night , leaving Riggs alone with his guilt, his fear, and the broken promise of what could have been.Riggs sank to his knees, the candle flickering beside him. His throat burned as he whispered, almost to himself—“I was only trying to help…”But the silence didn’t answer. Only the distant echo of wolves howling under the moon .The night outside Lyandra’s cottage was eerily still. Only the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl broke the silence. Inside, the scent of burning sage and pine resin hung heavy in the air.Theron stood before the crackling fire, his arms crossed, jaw
Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead Twenty six
The next day ended slower than usual, dragging on through dull lessons and half-hearted chatter. Leora found herself distracted the whole time — her mind replaying every little thing Riggs had ever said to her.The way he looked at her when he talked about the stars.The way his voice softened whenever she smiled.So when she found a small folded note tucked inside her book — Meet me in the sports room after classes — she didn’t think twice.By the time she got there, the school was mostly quiet, the halls echoing with only the faint hum of evening wind.Theron followed her to the doorway, his expression unreadable. Leora smiled lightly. “It’s Riggs, Theron. He’s harmless.”That word made Theron frown, but he said nothing. “I’ll stay by the door,” he muttered.“Fine. Just don’t eavesdrop.”He didn’t answer, but his jaw flexed slightly — the only sign he’d heard her.Leora stepped inside the sports room. The scent of wood polish and faint dust hung in the air. The late sun streamed in
Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead Twenty five
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the study, spilling golden streaks across shelves filled with scrolls and ancient books. Aunt Zaria stood behind her desk, her arms folded and her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.Theron stood a few feet away, straight-backed and calm, his face as composed as ever. The quiet between them was heavy, almost deliberate.Finally, Zaria broke it.“Anything new?” she asked, turning to face him. Her voice was measured, but there was a faint edge of impatience beneath it. “Did anything happen yesterday with Leora and that boy?”Theron met her gaze evenly. “Nothing that concerns the council, my lady.”Her brow arched slightly. “That wasn’t what I asked.”He paused for a beat. “They spoke after school. Nothing else worth reporting.”Zaria’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Nothing at all?”Theron’s expression didn’t waver. “Nothing unusual.”Zaria’s fingers drummed lightly against the table. “Theron… I know you’re loyal this fam
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