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Chapter 45
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2026-04-06 02:48:48
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Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 47
Kai POV“Liora,” I say, dropping to my knees before her. My voice is rough with concern, my hands framing her knees. The contact sparks an immediate, electric warmth that Atlas amplifies, his roar a thunder in my mind that makes my heart pound against my ribs. “You’re shaking. Talk to me. What did you see?”Her hazel eyes meet mine, wide and turbulent with the storm of the vision. Aria’s faint, distressed growl is a spark through our mate link.She exhales a ragged breath, her fingers tightening around the arms of the chair. “Marcus,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “He was in the vision, Kai. In Shadow Ridge’s grove. He was cloaked in shadows, holding a silver talisman etched with a twisted crescent rune. It was glowing violet… fae magic.”My jaw clenches at the name of the traitor, but I let her speak, rubbing soothing circles into her skin.“He said he did it all for me, but the fae… they’ve twisted it,” she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush. “They are compelling
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 46
Liora POVThe packhouse library feels like a sanctuary after the gruelling physical and emotional toll of the training yard. Moonlight slants heavily through the high, arched windows, casting glowing shafts of silver across towering shelves lined with leather-bound volumes. The air here smells of aged paper, beeswax, and quiet dust—a peaceful refuge entirely removed from the chaotic bustle of the pack.I sit at one of the heavy mahogany tables, my muscles aching with a dull, satisfying burn from the drills. But it isn't the physical exertion that leaves me feeling so exhausted; it is the lingering ghost of my mate. Kai’s scent still clings to my clothes. The phantom weight of his hands resting firmly on my hips as he adjusted my stance earlier feels permanently burned into my skin. The memory of the blistering heat radiating from his body is a sweet torment that makes my chest flush and my pulse skip, a dangerous reminder of how close we are constantly hovering to the edge.My finge
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 45
Kai POVThe silence that falls over the training yard is absolute. The rhythmic clack of practice blades and the playful yips of the pups cease entirely, replaced by the heavy, suffocating scent of overripe lavender that clings to Elvira like a shroud. It fights a losing battle against Liora’s fresh, wild scent, but the sour undertone of Elvira’s jealousy is enough to make Atlas bare his teeth in the back of my mind.I step smoothly between them, acting as a physical barrier shielding Liora. My wolf doesn't view Elvira as a mate; he views her as a threat to the one woman who actually holds our soul.“Elvira,” I say, my voice dropping into the low, resonant timber of an Alpha’s warning. The air around us seems to cool. “Watch your tone. Liora is training by my direct command.”Elvira’s eyes flash, her hand stroking the swell of her belly in a move so rehearsed it sets my teeth on edge. “I am simply thinking of the pack, Kai. The stress of all this… commotion isn't good for the Alpha he
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 44
Kai POVThe packhouse training yard basks in the golden embrace of the late afternoon sun. The air is crisp, heavy with the tang of trampled grass and the faint metallic bite of steel from the racks of practice blades lining the wooden fence. The ground is packed dirt, scarred and uneven from countless spars. In the distance, the lake shimmers like a silver mirror under the waxing moon’s early rise—a constant, mocking reminder of the blood moon ticking closer. Its crimson promise is the key to Liora’s curse, and the deadline hanging over all our heads.Around the yard, the pack goes about their drills. Scattered warriors move in synchronized pairs, their grunts of exertion mixing with the sharp clack of wood and steel. Near the porch, a pile of pups tumbles over each other in mock fights, their high-pitched yips and innocent laughter a low hum that momentarily lightens the crushing weight on my shoulders.But my eyes, as always, find her across the yard. Liora.She is practicing form
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 43
Dax POVThe Mating Cabin’s bed is a tangle of rumpled sheets that still carry her honeysuckle scent - wild and intoxicating - but it’s empty. The cool space beside me a hollow ache that makes Rune whine, a low, restless rumble in my chest that claws at my ribs like a storm trapped in a cage. The late afternoon sun filters through the window, bathing the wooden walls in a soft golden haze, the lake outside lapping gently against the shore, but the quiet feels wrong without her—her teasing laugh, her spicy chirps, the way Veyra’s purr synced with Rune’s howl last night, their bond a blaze that left us breathless and marked.I sit up, the sheets pooling at my waist, my skin still tingling from her nails, her bites, the glowing tattoo on my neck shimmering faintly like moonlight on water. Where is she? Rune howls, urgent, possessive, the mate bond a live wire pulling me toward her - toward the packhouse, the yard, anywhere she might be.I dress quickly - pants and a shirt clinging to my f
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 42
Elvira POVThe packhouse is a rustic hellhole, all creaking wooden beams and howling wolves that grate on my nerves like claws on stone. My room is the only concession to civilization, opulent silk drapes the colour of midnight frame the tall window, a massive four-poster bed swathed in imported French linens that slide against my skin like a lover’s whisper, a wardrobe bursting with dresses that cling to every curve like they were sewn on. But even here, it’s a gilded cage. The walls press in with suffocating scents of the pack – earth, loyalty and that insufferable wildflower stink that clings to her. The potion sloshing in my false belly keeps up the charade, its acrid bitterness mimicking the faint milky scent of a pup to fool their damned noses. But it’s a fragile illusion, one wrong whiff from unravelling.I pace, silk robe whispering against my legs, lavender perfume poured on thick tonight - a cloying floral cloud that masks the potion’s tang and marks me as untouchable, elega
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