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Chapter 160

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Seraphine

The air in the study didn't just feel heavy anymore; it felt like it was made of gasoline, and Ronan had just struck a match. He was standing there, jaw clenched so tight the muscle was twitching, and his eyes... god, they were like storm clouds. Dark, swirling, and ready to break.

I knew I was playing with fire. I knew that pushing him like this—challenging the "honorable" Beta to finally snap—was probably the most dangerous thing I’d ever done. But looking at him now, seeing the raw
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  • Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials   Chapter 169

    EverineThe silence from the surrounding warriors was heavy, a weight that made the heat in my cheeks feel like an actual burn. I had been humiliated. Not just defeated, but stripped—literally and figuratively—of my composure.Gavriel did not gloat with words, at least not initially. Instead, he began to unbutton his charcoal-colored long-sleeve shirt. His movements were slow, as if he wanted everyone to witness the perfectly sculpted muscle beneath the fabric. He stepped toward me, his shadow falling over my frame, and draped the shirt over my shoulders.The scent hit me immediately. It was an infuriatingly pleasant scent. For a split second, the warmth of the garment was a relief, but then the reality of the gesture caught up with me.My rage spiked. I reached up, tore the shirt from my shoulders, and hurled it into the dirt along with my sword. I didn't care about the skin I was showing; I cared about the insult."Women are not suitable as vanguards?" I asked, my voice trembling wi

  • Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials   Chapter 168

    EverineMy eye twitched—a minor, involuntary betrayal of my composure that infuriated me almost as much as the man causing it.Gavriel Soltharic was, by all objective measures, more handsome than anyone had a right to be. It was a biological offensive. I tried to perform a mental recalibration, forcing myself to remember that the true essence of the creature standing before me was that of a small, vanishing child. I tried to project that image onto him, to see a toddler in oversized armor, but failed miserably.The man standing in front of me was a perfect specimen of masculinity, and he knew it."The one who draws first blood, wins," I stated. My voice was level, carrying the cold authority of a Thorne who had spent years mastering the art of the duel.Beside me, Ersa let out a sharp, audible gasp. She knew I wasn't indulging in a mere exercise. I was serious."It does not matter if that blood comes from a shallow graze or an amputated limb," I added, my gaze never wavering from his

  • Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials   Chapter 167

    EverineErsa actually chuckled as I stood there, a mud-stained disaster in what had once been very expensive silk. The damp soil was already drying into a crust against my skin, making every movement feel grit-filled and uncomfortable.“Well, he can be quite a lot to handle,” she remarked, her voice dripping with that irritatingly calm empathy.“Quite?” I hissed, wiping a streak of filth from my cheek with the back of my hand. “If I encounter that geriatric phantom again, I shall ensure his next millennium is spent in a state of perpetual irritation. He is a child with the temperament of a senile vulture.”I did not wait for her reply. I marched back into the mansion, my boots squelching with every movement. I spent the next hour submerged in a bath hot enough to simmer a roast, scrubbed until my skin was raw, and emerged feeling somewhat less like a swamp creature and more like a Thorne.With the War Council still closed to me—an intellectual travesty I have yet to forgive—and no oth

  • Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials   Chapter 166

    EverineFor a full week, I have performed the role of the dutiful, intellectual assistant to Ersa with a level of patience that frankly deserves its own commemorative plaque. I have offered my insights on logistics, scrutinized the supply chains for the upcoming march, and provided tactical commentary whenever the opportunity presented itself. However, the reality of my new, crownless status remains a bitter pill to swallow. I am barred from the War Council.Apparently, the strategic discussions regarding the impending celestial slaughter are reserved exclusively for the Alphas and their Lunas. I am forced to remain on the periphery, an intellectual individual relegated to the role of a highly overqualified secretary. It is an insult to my capabilities, but I have managed to maintain my composure—mostly by redirecting my frustrations into the training grounds.As much as my schedule allows, I have been training with the pack members and their warriors. I find that the weight of a blad

  • Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials   Chapter 165

    EverineAs my carriage ascended the winding road toward the Alpha’s mansion, I surveyed the town nestled below the hill. It was a hive of frantic, organized chaos—warriors moved in rhythmic formations, their blades catching the light with a grim readiness that signaled the end of peace.However, it was the sky that truly offended my sensibilities. It had deepened into a shade of pink so visceral it looked like an open wound, yet it refused to transition into the darkness of the Bloodmoon. It was a stagnant, intellectual anomaly that grated on my nerves. I found myself wondering why the celestial transition was taking so long; the heavens were apparently as inefficient as the pack’s border patrols.When I finally entered the mansion, the air was thick with the scent of impending doom. I did not bother with the trivialities of an announcement; I marched directly toward Sano’s study.“Everine!”Ersa’s voice was the first to strike me, laced with that predictable, wide-eyed shock that eve

  • Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials   Chapter 164

    Everine“E-Everine!”The stuttered, clumsy shock on Seraphine’s face was the first thing that greeted me as I crossed the threshold of Thornehill. I could not help but allow a slow, deliberate roll of my eyes to serve as my initial greeting. Here I was, finally deigning to return to my ancestral home, only to be welcomed by the one person whose presence I found entirely unnecessary.My gaze darted immediately toward her midsection, noting the slight, messy bulge that disrupted her otherwise perfect silhouette.“You are pregnant,” I stated. It was not a question; it was an observation.She flinched slightly, her hands instinctively moving to shield the curve of her stomach. Honestly, the girl acted as if I intended to strike her.“Oh, calm yourself, Seraphine. I have not returned for the purpose of a quarrel. I simply wished to return home,” I replied, walking past her without waiting for an acknowledgment. I did not require her permission to enter my own family’s manor.“Where is my b

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