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The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 45
DARIAN The message comes just before dawn, sharp and cold as the wind outside my window. A runner kneels at my door, chest heaving. Unrest in the northern sector. Refusal to pay tribute. Hostility spreading.The pack doesn’t sleep while I’m awake. By the time I stride into the council chamber, warriors and advisors are already gathering. The heavy doors close behind me with a hollow thud. I don’t sit. I stand at the head of the long table, hands flat against the wide map stretched across it, breathing in the silence that falls when an Alpha is about to speak.Lucian arrives next, slipping in without ceremony. He takes the seat at my right, his steady presence a reminder that someone here still has my back. Theron comes last, of course, gliding in like the room belongs to him. He greets no one, just lowers himself into a chair with that calm arrogance that makes my teeth ache.“The northern sector is restless,” I say, my voice cutting through the room like a blade. “The tribute shipm
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 44
AMAYAThe halls are hushed this late, washed in pale streaks of moonlight filtering through narrow windows. Every sound I make, every scuff of my boots, every soft breath seems too loud. I balance a bundle of fresh linens against my chest, the faint lavender scent clinging to my fingers, and keep moving, forcing myself not to think.I’ve been working late more and more. It’s easier than lying awake with my thoughts. Easier than remembering the dinner, Evelara’s smirk as I picked myself off the floor, Darian’s silence like a blade pressed to my throat.The corridor ahead yawns empty, shadows pooling in the high arches. Peaceful. Or it should be.“You’re going to run yourself into the ground at this rate.”I freeze mid-step. His voice, smooth, low, too calm, slices through the stillness. My heart lurches.Lucian steps out from the shadow of an archway like he’s been waiting there, arms loosely crossed, his expression unreadable but his eyes bright even in the dim light. He doesn’t look
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 43
DARIANThe corridors hum with quiet conversation as the evening winds down. Servants move like shadows, clearing dishes from the council dinner, their eyes lowered whenever I pass. It’s the way they always are with me these days. Cautious, giving me space, afraid of the weight of my temper, and I’ve made no effort to soften it.Ahead, near the main stairwell, Lucian stands leaning casually against the wall, that easy grin on his face. And opposite him is Amaya. She’s carrying a folded stack of linens, her head slightly bowed as if she’s only half-listening.I slow my steps instinctively, staying just far enough away to hear without being obvious. Lucian speaks low, something teasing, and Amaya actually glances up at him. Her expression doesn’t fully soften, but the corners of her mouth twitch, betraying a reluctant response.I don’t like it.Lucian tilts his head, amused, eyes locked on her like she’s the only thing in the hall worth looking at. He says something else... I can’t catch
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 42
AMAYAThe halls at night are too quiet. Not peaceful quiet, the kind that helps to clear your head and organise your thoughts, but this quiet was laced with a kind of heaviness, like the house itself is holding its breath. Every soft click of my boots on the stone feels like it echoes down the corridors. I carry a tray of neatly folded linens back toward the servants' quarters. My shoulders were aching, and my arms stiff from a day of work Evelara had piled onto me with that smug little smile of hers.At this point, I have gotten used to Evelara's torture, but tonight I just want to drop these off and collapse into bed.I round a corner and stop dead.Lucian is there. Leaning against the wall as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to be loitering in a shadowed hallway near midnight. His arms are crossed, his posture lazy, but his eyes catch the dim torchlight like a wolf’s.“You’re out late,” he says, his voice sounding light and conversational.I keep my expression straight,
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 41
LucianThe night won’t let me sleep.I lean against the balcony railing outside my room, watching moonlight paint silver patterns on the courtyard stones. Down there, servants pass like shadows, hurrying to and from their late tasks. But I’m not really watching them.I’m watching her.Amaya moves like someone who wants to disappear and somehow makes herself impossible to miss. A ghost, yet alive enough to stir every instinct I have.I’ve been digging quietly for days, trying to figure out who she really is. A servant’s file should be easy to find. Where she came from, why she was taken in, and who she belongs to. But there’s nothing. No records, no family ties, nothing but a name and the vague excuse that she was “taken in as a rogue.”A rogue… with eyes like that? With hands that look more suited for a blade than a broom? It doesn’t add up.I tried pressing the head steward, but he clammed up like a stone. I even asked one of the council scribes who keeps track of every newcomer to
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 40
AmayaLucian’s eyes have been following me since dawn. I pretend not to notice, but I feel them everywhere, across the courtyard when I haul buckets, down the west hall when I polish silver, even in the kitchen doorway while I peel potatoes.He thinks he’s subtle, but he isn’t.Fine. If he wants to circle like a hawk, let him. I’ve decided I’m done being prey.By midmorning, I’ve scrubbed half the servants’ wing just to burn off my irritation. When I straighten to stretch my aching back, he’s leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, watching me like he’s got all the time in the world.I don’t let him speak first. “You know,” I say coolly, wringing out my rag, “you’re going to make people talk if you keep lurking like that.”One dark brow lifts. “Talk about what?”“About why the Alpha’s brother spends so much time staring at a servant,” I shoot back. “Do you enjoy making me look over my shoulder?”His mouth curves into something dangerously close to a smile. “Guilty as charged.”I d
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