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CHAPTER 106

Author: Wummie
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-02 20:27:51

AMAYA

The storm inside me does not quiet after Darian’s outburst. If anything, it lingers, heavy and restless, following me through the next day until the evening comes and I find myself standing stiff and uncomfortable in the great hall, surrounded by the sharp scent of roasted meat, bitter wine, and politics disguised as pleasantries.

Another council dinner. Another night of Evelara's smile stretched too thin, of Theron's calculating stare sweeping the room as if he owned it.

I shouldn’t be here, not so close to their eyes. But Darian insists every servant must be present on nights like these. Order, appearances, unity, that’s what matters to him.

So here I am, tray in hand, my nerves pulled tight.

I move quietly between the long tables, placing goblets down, bowing my head. My hands shake more than they should. I tell myself it’s just fatigue, but deep inside I know better. Something thrums beneath my skin, something I’ve been trying to bury since the night of the portal.

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    AMAYAI couldn’t sleep.No matter how many times I closed my eyes, the words bled back into my mind, the sharp, merciless ink of his father’s hand. No survivors. The phrase clung to me like smoke, filling my chest until I thought I might choke on it.Yet here I was. Alive. Breathing. Proof that the Grayhides’ massacre hadn’t been as complete as they believed. Proof that fate, or chance, or something darker, had spared me.And Lucian had known.I sat on the edge of my bed, the sheets twisted around me, my palms clammy. My body felt like a cage for the storm inside me, grief, rage, betrayal, and something I refused to name because it felt too much like longing.I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to hear him. But it was as though Lucian’s shadow had fastened itself to mine, dogging every step, every breath. His persistence was a weight pressing on me from all directions. And I hated him for it. I hated him because some part of me also wanted it.A faint knock rattled the door. I

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 110

    LUCIANI’ve never hated silence before. I used to thrive in it, in shadows and solitude, slipping unseen where others couldn’t. But the silence pressing against me now feels like punishment. Her silence.Amaya’s voice still rings in my ears, brittle and broken. “You let me believe in you. Trust you. And all the while, you were hiding the truth…”The memory claws at me as I pace my room, restless, furious at myself. I see her eyes when she said it, sharp with betrayal, but beneath that, the flicker of something else. Pain.I slam my palm against the desk, rattling the lantern sitting there. “Damn it.”The truth had been burning a hole inside me from the moment I found it. I should have told her. I wanted to tell her. But cowardice, no, selfishness kept me silent. Because I knew once the words were out, she might never look at me the same again.Now she’s proved me right.I rake a hand through my hair, pacing faster, every muscle tense.There’s a knock at my door."Lucian?" Darian's vo

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 109

    AMAYAThe parchment feels like it’s burning in my hands as I storm down the hallway. My pulse thunders in my ears, my vision blurs. I don’t even know how I make it back to my room without someone seeing the way my chest heaves, the way my fingers shake as if I’m holding fire instead of paper.Once the door shuts behind me, I collapse against it, the strength leaving my legs. My breath comes ragged, broken, as I stare at the words scrawled across the page. The ink is old, but it doesn’t matter, it screams the truth.His father. His family. The very name that rules this pack.The slaughter of my bloodline.Not only was the pack that I had called home all my life attacked and decimated, but it actually ran deeper and earlier than what I knew all my life.Apparently, my entire bloodline doesn't exist anymore, and it's still because of the Grayhide Pack.The Varyn name, erased in fire and blood.The words blur as my eyes sting. My throat feels raw, as if I’ve swallowed smoke.He knew.Luci

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 109

    AMAYAThe parchment feels like it’s burning in my hands as I storm down the hallway. My pulse thunders in my ears, my vision blurs. I don’t even know how I make it back to my room without someone seeing the way my chest heaves, the way my fingers shake as if I’m holding fire instead of paper.Once the door shuts behind me, I collapse against it, the strength leaving my legs. My breath comes ragged, broken, as I stare at the words scrawled across the page. The ink is old, but it doesn’t matter, it screams the truth.His father. His family. The very name that rules this pack.The slaughter of my bloodline.Not only was the pack that I had called home all my life attacked and decimated, but it actually ran deeper and earlier than what I knew all my life.Apparently, my entire bloodline doesn't exist anymore, and it's still because of the Grayhide Pack.The Varyn name, erased in fire and blood.The words blur as my eyes sting. My throat feels raw, as if I’ve swallowed smoke.He knew.Luci

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    LUCIANI don't sleep, not after dinner, not after seeing the fear that flashed in Amaya's eyes when the goblet rattled in the air. Darian may have felt it too, but where his instincts push him to question, mine push me to protect. That difference alone is why I cannot rest.The fire in my chamber burns low, the candle at my desk dripping wax onto half-rolled parchment. My hands shake as I flip through another brittle page, the ink faded but legible. Father’s handwriting scrawled across the margins stares back at me like a ghost, each word a blade carving into my chest.The words repeat in different contexts, as though he were obsessed with cataloging everything about them before he annihilated them.And there, buried halfway through the record, I make another discovery.“It is whispered that those of Varyn descent can carry dual bonds. Rare, dangerous. Both a blessing and a curse. Their presence destabilizes hierarchies, for no Alpha will tolerate sharing what he considers his.”I sta

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 107

    DARIANThe council dinner ends, but the tension it leaves behind does not. Long after the hall is emptied and the last servant dismissed, I remain seated at the head table, wine untouched, my gaze fixed on the flickering candles. Their light trembles, bending strangely in the air as though mocking me.I can still feel it, the ripple that passed through the room when the goblet floated.The others called it a trick of the eye, a clumsy servant’s mistake. Lucian was quick to laugh it off, quicker still to divert attention.And though no one dared speak the word aloud, I know what I felt. Not just a trick or a stumble. Something moved in the air, controlled and unnatural. Something dangerous.And my instincts, my cursed instincts, whisper a name.Amaya.I shut my eyes, pressing my palms flat against the table. I cannot prove it, not yet. But in that moment, I swear I saw her stiffen. I swear the power hummed toward her like a moth to flame.My chest tightens. She has secrets. I’ve alway

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