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08 | On Her Terms.
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The Luna's Groom 043 | Tangled In The Moonlight.
[mildly erotic scene ahead:]E L E A N O RI'm standing in the middle of a white room. It's stark—bright, cold, and deeply unsettling in a way that claws at my nerves. My legs tremble slightly as my eyes catch movement just a few steps away. There's someone lying on the floor in a pink dress, her back turned to me.“Hello?” I call out cautiously. No response.I rush toward her, gathering the hem of my dress in my arms so I don’t trip. I drop to my knees beside her and gently tap her shoulder. Her skin is cold. A chill races down my spine. I turn her over and gasp sharply when her half-open eyes meet mine.“Marina?”“Eleanor.” Her voice is a weak rasp, barely audible.“Oh God, Marina.” I choke out, tears already burning behind my eyes.“I’m sorry, Eleanor. I really am. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you. I deserve this.” Her voice is brittle, fading with each word.“It’s okay,” I whisper through trembling lips. “It was about Margaret and Dolores… You did what you had to do
The Luna's Groom 042 | Wrapped In The Arms of Chaotic Peace.
E L E A N O RThe thought of his words keeps me awake for the rest of the night. Even when the first light seeps softly through the window, sleep refuses to come back. I quietly slip out of bed, carefully disentangling our bodies so I don’t wake him. I stand and move slowly, tying my hair into a loose bun as I step away from the bedroom and gently shut the door behind me.The main room is small but warm. A low shelf holds a stack of books, and a brown rug, soft, worn covers the wooden floor. Several paintings hang on the walls. One shows a little boy who looks just like Perseus, but younger, much younger. A knitted cardigan lies draped over the sofa, next to a ball of yarn and knitting needles. I’m tempted to pick it up and finish the work, but I don’t know whose it is, and that holds me back.There are many paintings. One shows the boy sitting on the edge of a mountain, laughing freely, an orange butterfly resting delicately on his nose. The painter’s style is incredibly realistic, c
The Luna's Groom 041 | Unspoken, Undone.
[mildly erotic scene ahead]E L E A N O RI stir in my sleep just as his arms slide gently around my waist, holding me close. A warm kiss lands softly on my forehead, and it prompts a small, involuntary smile to spread across my lips.The faint glow from a lantern perched on the bedside table casts a soft, amber light throughout the room. It’s cozy, intimate, and so very different from the grand bedrooms of the palace I’m used to. The bed beneath me is smaller, but somehow feels just as comforting. The entire space has its own quiet charm—simple furnishings, nothing extravagant, but somehow enough to make me feel safe.The last thing I remember before waking here was losing consciousness in his arms after minutes of silent crying pressed against his shoulder. Ravon, with all his cold schemes, kept toying with my life. Rogues? That was his grand plan all along—to send me off to Perseus and have him track me down.Admitting I’d sleepwalked was the only plausible explanation I could offe
The Luna's Groom 040 | What If She Left?
P E R S E U S“Get out!” I roar at the guard. He stumbles backward, hits the floor hard, then scrambles out of my office like his life depends on it — and maybe it does.It’s been three days.Three horrible, endless, miserable days.Sleep has completely abandoned me, and the evidence is all over my face — the black circles under my eyes, the stubble I haven’t even bothered to shave, the bloodshot stare in the mirror that barely looks alive anymore.I’ve looked everywhere.The food court. Clawford. All the Bloodthorn factions. Every neighboring pack. Every damn corner I could think of. She’s nowhere. Vanished. And none of the guards have a single clue.I never should’ve left the room that night.Never should’ve said those things.Maybe she left me. But her clothes are still in the closet.What if she really did leave?What if she’s with someone else right now?The thought shreds through me like a blade. Rage bursts from my chest as I lurch forward and overturn my desk, the last thing i
The Luna's Groom 039 | Like A Moth To A Flame.
E L E A N O RThis was it. We were so chaotic that stability was impossible — not even for a straight week. He didn’t know Tobias. I’ve known Tobias since I was a child. Perseus hadn’t. He couldn’t just throw words around to redeem himself and paint Tobias as the villain.I hug my legs tightly as I lie on the bed. I can feel Ravon’s presence nearby and more than ever, I need to speak to him. He was right—my feelings would be the end of me. Here I was, crying and drowning in guilt for a dozen reasons — for hurting Perseus, for betraying Tobias, for everything I’d become. Slowly, I feel my grip on reality slipping.I force myself to sleep, and in the dark, I see Ravon’s eyes—red, sharp, inquisitive.“Don’t believe anything Perseus says. Your husband was a noble man,” he tells me firmly.“I know.” I sigh, rubbing my shoulder where the ache lingers. “I don’t want this to drag on much longer. I’ll fall for him — my resistance is breaking down.”“I love the self-awareness,” Ravon chuckles l
The Luna's Groom 038 | Rewriting Fairytales.
P E R S E U SWe’ve been lying in bed for a while now. Eleanor had fallen asleep in the carriage but woke up the moment I laid her on the bed. Since then, we’ve only bathed and changed into lighter clothes, not exchanging a single word. I hold her in bed, silently.She doesn’t speak, just rests her head on my chest, drawing lazy circles with her polished fingers. Occasionally, she sighs—long, deep breaths that sound more like quiet screams for peace.I’ve always loved the silence between us. It’s not really silence; it feels like we’re speaking in our own language—through shared breathing and unspoken thoughts.I can’t stop thinking about the joy that lit up her face a few hours ago when she saw the Court. Nothing could’ve outshone her expression. Not even a thousand stars.Maybe I was falling in love. Or maybe it was lust. Obsession, even. But I didn’t care what it was called. I just knew I loved how it felt. Every second of it—with her.“Thank you.” Her voice breaks the silence.“Fo
The Luna's Groom 037 | The Dichotomy.
E L E A N O RI'm wearing a long-sleeved, knee-length yellow dress and flat shoes. We're currently in the carriage.I haven’t stepped foot outside the castle since I arrived. Everything looks different—newer, livelier, more developed than what we passed on our way in. It feels like the world moved on without me. Bloodthorn kept advancing and expanding, growing into something more. The reminder of what my father admitted claws at my stomach, twisting it into knots. My fingers tighten around the fabric of my dress as the reality hits again—werewolves were treated like slaves. My people. Our people. The same ones Tobias fought for with every breath in his body until he had no breath left to give.The carriage rolls to a gentle stop beside a glowing water fountain, silver streams dancing and catching the moonlight like liquid stars. Perseus steps out first and helps me down. A cold breeze brushes across my skin, carrying with it the scent of roasted meat, spiced herbs, and something warm,
The Luna's Groom 036 | Sweet Oblivion.
E L E A N O R I watch him trace the curve of the vials with his black-painted fingers, the gleam from the glass catching the dim bathroom light. “I don't need that information anymore,” I say, frowning. “I don't even know how you got in here, but leave me alone.” “Your anxiety brought me here,” he replies smoothly, straightening to his full height. “Perseus being away makes it easier for me to slip in. This alliance between us, Eleanor... it's inevitable. So stop pretending you can fight it.” “I don’t want your help,” I snap. “I can kill him myself. Alone.” He scoffs, not moving closer. The mate bond between Persues and I keeps him at a frustrating distance, like some invisible chain. Still, he’s near enough to block the doorway. Near enough to suffocate me. “Kill him?” He lets out a dark laugh, cold and mocking. “Eleanor, you’re in love with him.” Love? No. That couldn’t be true. That can’t be true. “I don’t love him,” I shoot back quickly. “Stop stuffing my head with your tw
The Luna's Groom 035 | A Fair Reminder.
E L E A N O R—One Week—The weather is warm, and summer is almost here. I can't help but think of home. It's been days since I last heard from my father—no letters, no word, nothing to show that he’s thought of me since I left.I don’t expect anything from him anymore. I’m sure Perseus would prevent me from visiting, though it was something I used to do occasionally while I was married to Tobias.Maybe my father is afraid to reach out, or perhaps he’s just too busy. I have no way of knowing what’s happening at home. There’s no one to talk to here. The loneliness is suffocating, gnawing at me deeply.Perseus has been around, but his schedule is packed. He usually only returns at night. Most of the time, I say nothing when he arrives. He simply wraps his arms around me, and we lie there in silence, breathing each other’s air, until I fall asleep. It’s become a routine, a quiet distraction from the noise in my head. It’s the only thing that helps calm the voices and quiet the hallucinat
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