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Chapter 43: Now Peasant

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Mira had her way with Nicolas right there in the banquet hall—brazen, unashamed, and before the very eyes of their guests, who were themselves lost in carnal indulgence. The air reeked of lust and wine, thick with the mingled scents of sweat, musk, and desire. Noble wolves writhed with their bonded mates, bodies tangling in a fevered display, while the mateless surrendered themselves to whichever hands they found pleasing.

With a daring glint in her eyes, Mira drew up the skirts of her gown, her breath hitching as she straddled Nicolas’s lap. He sat slumped in his great chair, the crown of authority still upon his head though he was more asleep than awake—drugged into this helpless state. His chest rose and fell in deep, slow breaths, but beneath his robes, the hard line of his arousal strained against the fabric, thick and urgent.

She hooked her thumbs into the band of her undergarments and tugged them down, baring herself to the dim torchlight. Sliding forward, she positioned her he
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  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 43: Now Peasant

    Mira had her way with Nicolas right there in the banquet hall—brazen, unashamed, and before the very eyes of their guests, who were themselves lost in carnal indulgence. The air reeked of lust and wine, thick with the mingled scents of sweat, musk, and desire. Noble wolves writhed with their bonded mates, bodies tangling in a fevered display, while the mateless surrendered themselves to whichever hands they found pleasing.With a daring glint in her eyes, Mira drew up the skirts of her gown, her breath hitching as she straddled Nicolas’s lap. He sat slumped in his great chair, the crown of authority still upon his head though he was more asleep than awake—drugged into this helpless state. His chest rose and fell in deep, slow breaths, but beneath his robes, the hard line of his arousal strained against the fabric, thick and urgent.She hooked her thumbs into the band of her undergarments and tugged them down, baring herself to the dim torchlight. Sliding forward, she positioned her he

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 42: A Banquet for my King

    “Ouch!” A sharp cry tore from Mira’s lips as she crashed to the floor.Nicolas turned, sparing her a glance. His face softened instantly, guilt flickering in his eyes. He had not meant to push her away with such force, yet his wolf could not bear her touch.She remained where she had fallen, hands splayed behind her for balance, crimson gown pooling around her like a spill of blood upon marble. Her lips parted slightly, breath shallow, eyes wide with disbelief.The rejection stung—not just from the fall, but because she had never been cast aside before. Not like this. Not so violently.He touched me as though I were filth.Mira rose slowly, her movements measured though fury trembled beneath the surface. Her pride smouldered, yet she forced a smile—sweet, poisonous. She smoothed the front of her gown, lifted her chin, and shaped her voice into the tone of a woman still pulling the strings.“I’m sorry,” Nicolas murmured, reaching for her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“It’s al

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 41: The Bond

    “Come here, Indra. What do you think I should do?” Mira’s voice was soft as velvet but carried the weight of a command. She stood tall before her most trusted maid, her gown sweeping the floor like spilled ink.Indra obeyed, her steps measured, her hands clasped neatly behind her back. She had just listened to her queen confess two things — that she carried a child, and that she intended to lay the blame, or rather the honor, upon Nicolas.Since helping Mira dispose of Seraphina, Indra had ascended quickly to a place of dangerous privilege. Now she was head of the royal maids — and Mira’s shadow in every dark scheme.But power came with peril. Indra bit her lip, weighing her answer. The truth — that Mira’s plan was wrong, treacherous — would only stoke her mistress’s wrath. Mira had no patience for honesty that did not flatter her. A queen such as she preferred lies that soothed over truths that stung.Finally, Indra spoke, her tone carefully crafted. “I think… you should sedate the k

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 40: Where is dear Zara?

    Chapter 40A piercing cry of agony tore through the stillness of the night, shattering Seraphina’s deep, dream-laden slumber. She shot upright in bed, her breath unsteady, heart pounding in her chest.Only moments ago, she had been lost in the rare peace that followed an exhausting day of training with Alexander. Now, that fragile quiet was gone.“Who in the goddess’ name could be crying at this hour?” she muttered under her breath, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The polished stone floor was cold beneath her bare feet as she shuffled toward the door, her sapphire eyes heavy with sleep.But the palace was… different tonight. The air seemed thick, heavy with an unspoken tension. Somewhere in the distance, boots struck the ground in hurried, rhythmic steps.Stepping into the corridor, she caught sight of armed soldiers marching with grim purpose. Their armor clinked in the torchlight, shadows dancing on the high stone walls.She reached for one of them as he passed. “What is

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 39: Regrets

    Night unfurled over Arcadia like a velvet cloak, the stars scattered in the heavens like shattered crystal. The moon hung low and full, bathing the castle grounds in a pale, silvery glow. Along the edges of the training grounds, torches flickered and spat softly in the breeze, casting long shadows across the ancient stone walls and dew-kissed earth.Princess Seraphina stepped out beneath the open sky, her shoulders wrapped in a heavy wool cloak. Her breath puffed into the air in pale clouds, vanishing into the darkness. The hem of her midnight-blue gown swept softly over the grass as she walked, each step deliberate and slow.Sleep had abandoned her again.Every time she shut her eyes, his face surfaced.Nicolas.Her chest tightened.Is he looking for me?She shook her head hard, jaw clenching. “No,” she muttered aloud. “He can’t be. He banished me. Him and his so-called queen tried to kill me.”The old ache,the one laced with betrayal and scorched pride—rose like a tide. She clenched

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 38 : My love

    Chapter 38“There’s fire on the mountain,” Mira muttered, pacing the stone floor like a caged animal.Kenzo, seated on a fur-covered bench, leaned forward, brow furrowed. “Calm yourself, Mira. You’ve yet to tell me what’s caused this storm in you.”She halted, her back to him, shoulders taut. Then she turned, her lips trembling. “I’m pregnant, Kenzo.”His eyes widened. “Pregnant? That’s... that’s wonderful news. You’ll soon bear the king’s heir—why, then, do you look as if the world is ending?”“You don’t understand,” she snapped, frustration rippling through her voice. “The child... it isn’t his.”Kenzo straightened. “Then whose is it?”She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. Then, barely above a whisper—“Yours.”Silence fell like a dropped blade.Then, to her astonishment, his face lit up with unrestrained joy. “By the goddess!” he exclaimed, springing to his feet. “Miranda, this is glorious news!” He swept her off the floor in a whirlwind of elation.“Shhh!” she hissed, glarin

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