All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“That is it,” old Rakuya murmured at last, her voice a thin rasp as she set down the slender brush. The final drop of purple ink glistened on Seraphina’s iris like a dying star. She leaned forward, her breath faint and cool as she blew gently across Seraphina’s eyes. Then she gave the princess’s silver hair a soft, grandmotherly pat, as though blessing the transformation she had crafted.Seraphina blinked. Her sight swayed like a ship on slow waters—blurred outlines, swimming colors.Steady… breathe, she told herself, fingers curling around the edge of the wooden bench. She remained still until her vision sharpened again.Rakuya tilted her head, studying her handiwork. “Can you see well now, my princess?”“Yes, Rakuya.” Seraphina rose and drifted toward the tall bronze mirror in the corner. For a heartbeat, she almost recoiled. The woman staring back at her was familiar yet utterly foreign. Her once blue eyes now glowed with a deep, enchanting violet. Her silver hair spilled to her wa

“Who is coming?” Alexander asked, his face twisted with fear and confusion.Seraphina ran a hand through her long silver hair, the strands sliding softly between her fingers. “It was just a dream. Sorry I woke you up.”Alexander’s expression softened. His hand reached for hers, warm and steady. “You don’t have to apologize, my princess. I’m here to protect you.”“Thank you,” she murmured, climbing down from the bed. Her fingers fumbled for the edge of her cloak.“You know I care about you…” Alexander’s voice suddenly cut through the quiet, making her pause mid-motion.“Of course I know you care about me,” she replied with a small, polite smile, shrugging the cloak over her shoulders.“More than a bodyguard. More than duty,” Alexander added, the words deliberate, heavy with meaning.Seraphina blinked. Her face remained carefully unreadable, though her heart thumped a chaotic rhythm against her ribs.He stepped closer, closing the space between them, and took her hands into his. “I care

Seraphina burst into the open field with Alexandra at her side, their boots cutting through blood-soaked snow. Other royals from the six kingdoms poured in behind them, drawn by the shrill cry of the palace alarm. An alarm meant for war. An alarm that tore what little sleep remained from the kingdom’s bones.Bodies lay scattered across the grounds of Arcadia, citizens twisted in unnatural angles, throats torn open, lifeless eyes staring at nothing. The metallic stench of blood hung thick in the air, clinging to skin and fur and breath. Victims of a vampire raid. Cruel. Swift. Merciless.Yet the field was eerily empty.No vampires in sight.The guards tightened their formation, weapons raised, eyes darting. The silence was wrong. Too clean. Too deliberate.King Nicolas stepped forward, his war cloak snapping softly behind him as the cold wind stirred. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, senses sharpening beyond human limits. His gaze darkened.“I think they are gone,” Princess Jace of

Mira slid into the empty seat beside Nicolas as though it had been saved for her all along.Her movement was smooth, deliberate. A woman claiming territory.A wide smile settled on her lips, practiced and confident, the kind that dared anyone to question her presence. She did not care that Nicolas turned to her with murder in his eyes. She did not care that his jaw tightened, that his shoulders stiffened.She had heard about the dinner earlier that evening, while passing through the servants’ corridor. The maids had been whispering as they chopped herbs and stirred pots, their voices hushed but excited. A private dinner. Prepared personally. For a princess.The words had slid into Mira’s ears and turned her blood to ice.Nicolas had not told her.He had planned to dine alone with a princess without her knowledge, without her presence, without her consent. Anger and jealousy surged inside her like a rising tide, hot and relentless, threatening to drown her reason.She had not confronte

Alexander did not look back.The moment the whip cracked again, tearing through cold air and flesh, he ran.His boots crushed frozen grass as his body shifted halfway, bones stretching beneath skin, muscles thickening, his wolf snarling just beneath the surface. The guards shouted behind him, startled, confused, but too slow. By the time they understood what was happening, Alexander was already there.He threw himself over Indra.The whip came down hard.It landed on his back with a wet, brutal sound.Indra screamed.Blood bloomed instantly, dark and vivid against his skin, the lash carving him open like meat on a butcher’s table. The guards froze, stunned. No one had ever done this. No one had ever dared.Seraphina stepped outside at that moment.She leaned her back against a stone pillar, arms crossing slowly over her chest as she watched.Alexander did not cry out. He took the second lash. Then the third.Each strike tore deeper.Her eyes narrowed.She had never seen Alexander sac