All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The room fell into a soft hush, save for the gentle crackle of the hearth. Outside, the moon stood as a silent witness to what had just transpired between them.Nicolas didn’t move right away.He stayed inside her, his arms cradling her like something fragile and precious. His chest rose and fell against hers, still catching its breath. The tension in his body slowly gave way to a different kind of stillness—a sacred one. Seraphina’s fingers traced lazy circles over his back, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath smooth skin.He lifted his head slightly to look at her, his green eyes clearer now, but still burning with the echo of their union.“You’re… different,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.Seraphina tilted her chin. “Different how?”“Like… you were made to fit into all the places I didn’t even know were empty.”A small, tremulous smile formed on her lips. She reached up to touch his face, her thumb gliding across the slight stubble on his jaw. “I’v

Seraphina didn’t know where she was running.Down the stone corridor. Past startled maids and silent guards. Through the garden, its white roses now blurred by tears. She stumbled once, caught herself, and kept going.It was never going to be you.The thought screamed inside her head.He chose her. He chose Mira.She shoved open the heavy doors to the old servant wing and flung herself into the shadows of the laundry hall, where the air smelled of dried herbs and ancient firewood. She slid down against the stone wall, gasping.It wasn’t the bite that hurt.It was the look in his eyes before he did it—that softness, that calm certainty.The same softness he once gave to her.“Stupid,” she choked. “I’m so stupid.”Tears ran down her face unchecked. Her chest seized. Breath came in broken shudders.He had touched her like she mattered.He had kissed her like he meant it.He had wrapped her wound like she was precious.And now she was nothing.A discarded moment.An empty bed.A fading sc

You won, Mira. You won.She kept repeating it like a mantra, trying to calm the pounding in her chest. But her body betrayed her—hands trembling, breath ragged, heart twisting.This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.She’d claimed his wolf, bound him before the pack. That was supposed to mean something. Wasn’t it?I thought claiming the wolf meant claiming the man…I was wrong. So, so wrong.The moon hung like a silver hook in the sky, casting its pale glow over the silent grounds. Inside the room, everything was still—except Mira. She sat alone on the edge of their bed, the silk sheets untouched on his side, the pillows cold.Sleep was a stranger tonight.Nicolas had vanished after the ceremony, locking himself in his study like she was some cursed object he couldn’t bear to look at. Not even a glance. Not a word.Why won’t he come to bed?She’d given him everything. Her loyalty. Her body. Her name.She stared at his empty side, her jaw clenched. We’ve shared this bed before. We’ve

“What...? How did that get here?”Seraphina’s voice trembled as her eyes widened in horror.There, beneath her bed, lay a golden sword—polished, untouched, almost glowing. Its blade shimmered like sunlight on water, and the sapphire in its hilt seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was magnificent, dangerous, magnetic. She’d never seen anything like it in her life. The sword seemed to call to her, pulling her in with invisible strings.But she didn’t know it was no ordinary weapon.“We’ve found the thief,” one of Vladimir’s men sneered from the doorway.Seraphina blinked in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes furiously, hoping this was some twisted illusion.I made this bed yesterday… Indra and I cleaned the whole room. There was nothing here. Nothing!Before she could speak, Alpha Vladimir stepped into the room, his eyes cold and calculating.“Seize her.”His voice cut through the air like a blade. He bent down and grabbed the sword himself.Two guards stormed in. Their hands we

The heavy iron door groaned open, spilling bright light into the dim cell. Two guards marched in, boots thudding against the stone floor.“Wake up. The king demands your presence,” one barked.They nudged Seraphina’s back, but she didn’t stir. Her chest rose and fell in slow, shallow breaths—alive, but unconscious.Her body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain. Every limb ached. She couldn’t even twitch a finger, let alone move.One guard muttered something and disappeared, returning moments later with a wooden bucket. Without warning, he dumped its contents on her.The icy water smacked her skin like a slap. She screamed, jerking into motion. Soaked and shivering, her lashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened. The world around her spun, her vision fuzzy.Am I dead? Is this the underworld? she wondered, dazed.But reality hit hard. The same cold cell, the same stone walls. She was still alive. Still trapped.Seeing she was awake, the guards grabbed her roughly by the should