Semua Bab THE SILVER LINING: Bab 41 - Bab 50

In the Moonblood Hall, the atmosphere was heavy with incense, heavy with the sting of myrrh and burnt rosewood. The colored glass moon floating over the altar projected hues of silver and crimson onto the floor of the room. Dozens of torchbearers lined the ancient archways held lights that seemed to dance as if they too wanted to escape.Perfera was at its center.Wearing their ritual veils of black embroidered with soul-silver, blood-ink glyphs smudged on her hands, and eldritch flame-alight eyes. The attire wasn't common Luna dress—it was a war-gown, stiff-collared and hemmed short to subdue, not bless.The gathering of elders, guards, and observing nobles stood still. Not in respect. In fear.Miyal stood by her side on the dais, expression empty, mouth open on a stopped half-curse. A gold circlet lay against his brow—Alpha mark—but now it was not positioned quite right.He did not speak.He had not spoken since Perfera's fingers touched his head hours ago.And whatever magic she sp

"What would be the kind of Luna who would turn back now?""They're not your pack anymore!" Ignatius shouted. "They sold you to the fire like you were nothing. If Miyal loved you—really—he would have blown up the gallows himself. But he just stood there, Krishna! He let you burn."She looked down.Her hand automatically touched the small scar above her heart, where the burning fire had kissed her."And what about Perfera?" Ignatius pressed. "She deceived them all, tainted your second, manipulated the council, killed her way onto the throne—and they let her. Let her."She nodded once."Yes," she whispered. "They did."Her voice dropped lower, as gentle as falling ash."But I am not coming back for them."She glared up at him again, and this time her eyes flamed—not with magic, but with the burning of irrepressible truth."I'm coming.""For the voiceless. For the bowed. For the believing."Her words fell like thunder."If I die once more—so be it. But I will not live cowering in a refuge

The flashbacks of Miyal's initial betrayal and how Perfera insinuated her way into power .Skies above the Crescent Silver Moon Citadel were tinted violet from stormlight, which dropped its shadows like a curse across the marbled corridors. The storm was an airy, whispering presence, demanding change, demanding blood.Miyal Rhax stood in the warroom, solitary, fists curled on top of the obsidian table inscribed with protection runes—runes Krishna herself had cut in forgotten languages. But no one of them was aglow tonight.No one of them replied."Alpha?" said a voice at his back, honey-sweet and needle-sharp like a thorn concealed in silk.He didn't have to turn.Perfera.She slid in as mist, her black gown flowing behind her, lips red with blood and eyes shining dimly with magic that throbbed under her skin like poison. She had once been only a court sorceress—a Spade orphan, endured for family but never accepted.Now… now she crept nearer the seat of power.Miyal did not speak.She

Her tongue swept out, catching it before it fell. She looked up at his dark brown eyes and smiling, took his shaft in her waiting mouth. Her other hand moved to his balls, knotted with tension, she started to rub and squeeze them while her other hand stroked his cock slowly into her mouth. She felt the pressure mounting inside him as she sucked his cock harder and harder."Oh God Perfera!" He groaned as his hips started pumping slowly into her face. "That feels so amazing!"His hands grasped her shoulders and he held on as she kept rocking her mouth back and forth along his erection. Hel ran her tongue along the head of his erect member bringing sensations of lust and happiness to him. "Say it my alpha, Luna!" "Oh shit! Yeah! Suck my big hard dick, please Luna!" He pleaded as his own climax slowly worked its way up his rod.She felt his dick grow hard and was not going to let go of sucking this gorgeous cock until she'd experienced every bit he could provide her. Miyal felt her tiny

The soldiers looked around at one another now, fear blooming."We have moldy silos of grain," said another man, stepping forward. "Our saltwater is black. We drag bodies of fish out of the river now. Bodies with runes carved on their chests."One of the elders pounded his cane on the ground. "We are cursed! And we know why! This began the night Luna Krishna was judged!"Perfera's words pierced the air, honey and steel. "She was a witch. She claimed it. You all saw what she became.""And what have we become, Perfera?" spat the old priestess.The hall was silent.Miyal clutched the arms of his throne. His breathing was harder now. Something in his chest shifted—memories like ice compressing. Krishna's green eyes. Her shriek in the flames. Her voice wailing out his name, again and again, until the fire consumed it.But the spell tightened tighter.Perfera leaned in, brushing a kiss against the back of his ear. "Don't listen to them, my love. You did what you had to do. You are stronger w