All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The assassins froze and staggered back. Fear crawled up their spines like icy fingers as the massive white wolf glared at them, eyes burning like fire. Her deep, thunderous growl echoed through the forest, rattling the trees.They had been told the girl was nothing—just a regular human, no wolf, no Lycan. Mira had assured them she was harmless. But what they were seeing now shattered that lie.“She’s just a girl, Mira said,” one of the assassins muttered, voice tight with panic.“We need to fall back,” another whispered, eyes never leaving the wolf as they slowly circled her, blades drawn. Their steps moved in unison, cautious, trying to box her in without triggering an attack.“No,” the leader snapped. His voice was low and hard. “We don’t leave without finishing the job. The queen paid us well. We kill her.”Inside the wolf, Lena’s voice clawed at Seraphina’s mind. “Let me loose,” her wolf snarled. “Let me fight. Let me tear them limb from limb.”“No,” Seraphina growled, her lips ba

Seraphina's eyes fluttered open, lashes trembling as her gaze adjusted to the soft white ceiling above. A shaft of sunlight streamed through the tall arched window, stabbing into her vision with a harsh brilliance. She winced, shutting her eyes again.But then they opened once more, wide and wary.Blue orbs scanned the unfamiliar room. Her head throbbed faintly, clouded in a haze. The last memory she could grasp was the cold steel of a sword plunging into her chest. The woods. Blood. Darkness swallowing her whole."Am I dreaming?" she whispered hoarsely. "Am I... dead? Is this the afterlife?"But the place she found herself in didn’t resemble anything like the eerie quiet of death. This room was opulent—walls painted a soft cream, trimmed with golden vines, the drapes thick and luxurious. The bed beneath her cradled her like a cloud.This doesn’t look like the woods. And it sure as hell doesn’t feel like death.She reached down, fingers trailing over the spot where the blade had pierc

Days slipped by, and Seraphina began to feel herself again. Her strength returned slowly, steadily, like the rising tide. Her body adapted to the rhythms of her new environment, and with her wolf, Lena, stirring within her, the healing process quickened. Lena’s presence was not just comforting—it was empowering. They had begun to communicate more clearly, seamlessly even. Lena had sharp senses—razor-sharp. She could hear whispers from the farthest corner of the palace and scent the faintest trace of an intruder—or an herb she didn’t like. And gods, there were so many herbs she didn’t like. Their scents had grown nauseating, and unfortunately, Seraphina shared the same aversion. She chalked it up to the pregnancy—everything made her stomach churn lately. With a soft groan, she peeled off her robe and stepped into the warm, aromatic bath the palace maids had prepared under Queen Rosa’s instructions. The tub was filled with warm water steeped in spices, delicate flower petals, and c

"Thank you, thank you so much, my princess!" Isabel dropped to her knees before Seraphina, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, the gratitude in her eyes too vast for words. For forty years, her beloved mate Levi had lived feral—not by birth, but by cruel twist of fate. Once a hopeful Omega with a heart full of dreams, life had dealt him nothing but sorrow. He and Isabel had married young, their love pure and unwavering, yet cursed with empty cradles. Each time Isabel conceived, the pregnancy ended in miscarriage. And on the rare occasions she carried to full term, she was met only with the silence of stillbirth. “You have no idea,” Isabel whispered, her voice quivering, “the kind of peace you've just given me.” Seraphina knelt and gently extended her hand. Isabel took it, lips trembling into a grateful smile. “It’s alright,” Seraphina said softly. “All will be well.” Then, without hesitation, she placed her palm upon Isabel’s

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