Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA'S ECLIPSE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

VALERIA’S POVI stopped in my tracks, my breath caught in my throat as I turned toward the source of the voice. The air shimmered, and there she stood—a vision of beauty and power. Her form radiated an ethereal glow, a soft, silvery light that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly rhythm. A delicate halo framed her, and her presence was both calming and commanding, like the serene yet undeniable pull of the moon itself.My lips parted, but no words came. I tried to speak, to understand what I was seeing. “Are… are you… you…” I stuttered, my voice trembling.She smiled gently, a sound like the soft chiming of distant bells escaping her lips. “Shh, child,” she said, her voice warm and soothing, laced with an unearthly grace that made my heart flutter.The rogue closest to her, the one who had attacked me, let out a low, guttural growl. She knelt gracefully, her hand reaching out to touch its head. The moment her fingers brushed its fur, the rogue froze. Then, to my astonishment, it low

MAGNAR’S POV“Hey, you seem quite agitated today. Is everything alright?” one of my friends asked, his tone casual but his curiosity evident.I clenched my fists at my sides, my jaw tight as I tried to suppress the storm brewing inside me. How could I possibly tell them? They can’t know. No one can know that she’s my mate.“Dude, you have been like this since last night. Are you really fine? I have never seen you like this,” Braden said but right now his voice was pissing me off even more.“Yeah, I can feel your wolf man! We can go for another run together if you want,” Loki said and I just shook my head, right now I cannot hand over the control to him, I don’t trust him with the situation right now.What if he goes there and mark her…?The thought of it made my stomach churn. Valeria. A slave. My mate. The Moon Goddess must have lost her mind. She’s a weakling, unworthy of standing beside me as Luna. And yet, every time I think of her, my wolf growls possessively, his voice clawing a

MAGNAR’S POVThe atmosphere in my father’s office was tense. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me. Braden, Kian, and Mavros sat beside me, their expressions ranging from confused to mildly concerned. None of us knew why my father had summoned us so urgently.Dimitri, my father, stood by the window, his gaze distant yet sharp. Something was eating at him—something he wasn’t sharing. His aura, usually calm but commanding, now felt off. It made my wolf stir uneasily, though he still refused to speak.When my father finally turned to face us, his words knocked the breath out of the room.“Valeria is missing.”“Valeria? That name sounds quite familiar?” Braden said.“Yes, because that’s the name of the slave who serve us almost on a daily basis and she recently turned eighteen,” my father snapped.That name hit me like a blow to the gut, but I forced my expression to remain neutral. She’s just a slave. Why should it matter? And how does my fat

Valeria’s POVI stood behind the unknown wolf, my heart pounding in my chest. He had just saved my life, stepping in when the others had been ready to rip me apart without a second thought. I was grateful, but also wary. He was the only thing standing between me and a violent death, and I didn’t know if his protection would last or did he really cared enough to help a stranger like me.“She is trespassing and the rules are clear,” one of them said.“Are they now? Are we going to judge her just like that? What if she is innocent?” My protector retorted.The argument between him and the other wolves raged on, their voices harsh and suspicious, their gazes cutting. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the others begrudgingly gave me a chance to explain myself.“Speak, girl,” one of them growled. “Tell us why you’re here, and we’ll decide whether you live or die.”The finality in his tone made me shiver, but I managed a shaky nod. I followed them to a small, ramshackle cabin that lo

VALERIA’S POVA young wolf was assigned to show me around the area. He was barely out of his teens, lanky but with a spark of confidence in his gait. I assumed they chose him to make me feel at ease. His youth and demeanor exuded a sense of safety. The rest of the wolves had stayed back at the dilapidated cabin, likely to discuss my arrival.The boy introduced himself as Colin. He seemed eager to talk, and I was eager to learn about this peculiar pack.“So, Colin,” I began hesitantly, not wanting to seem intrusive. “How long have you all been staying here? I didn’t know rogues could form their own packs.”He looked at me with an amused grin, his bright eyes reflecting an innocence that seemed rare among wolves who lived on the fringes. “We’re not a proper pack,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “We’re just a group of wolves who stick together. And we haven’t been here long. We move around a lot.”“Move around? That must be difficult,” I said, genuinely curious. “Isn’t it hard to