All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“H… how do you mean, Your Majesty?” Seraphina’s voice came out small, almost swallowed by the cold night air. Her palms were damp, slick despite the chill that bit through her sleeves. She folded her fingers together as if that might still the strange flutter crawling under her skin.“There is something,” King Nicolas said slowly, as though choosing each word with care, “something about the two women I have ever loved, even though neither of them became queen. Zaya… and Seraphina.”He stopped walking. The garden lantern nearby flickered, throwing soft gold across his face as he reached for a bloom heavy with frost-kissed petals. He tugged one loose between his fingers, thoughtful, almost absent-minded.“They both looked soft,” he went on, eyes on the flower, voice low. “Like feathers that would scatter at the slightest wind. Yet they were anything but.” He crushed the petal gently between his thumb and forefinger. “Tough. Determined. Made of something far stronger than they let the wo

“Mira…”Seraphina frowned, her brows drawing together as slim fingers tightened painfully around her wrist.“Let go of me. Now.”“No. I won’t.”Mira’s grip hardened, nails biting into skin as her voice dropped into a hiss sharp enough to cut flesh.“You think I haven’t been seeing you? Sneaking around with my mate?”Her glare was venomous, eyes burning with a jealous fire that had been simmering for days.Seraphina blinked once.Then she smiled.Oh.So she is hurt.She twisted her wrist sharply and pulled free, rubbing the spot where Mira’s fingers had been.“I can tell you’ve been visually impaired,” Seraphina said calmly.Mira stiffened.“What?” Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face.“Yes,” Seraphina continued, her tone smooth, almost polite. “I suggest you visit the royal physician. Have your eyes examined.”She tilted her head slightly.“Because clearly, you haven’t been seeing very well.”Mira’s face flushed crimson.“How dare you?” She raised her hand in rage, pal

“It's nothing,” Seraphina said, wiping her tears.Alexander and Indra exchanged a confused look. They wondered why the princess was so shaken by Indra's confession.“And last night…” Indra continued. “I overheard Queen Mira giving a maid instructions.”“What instructions?” Seraphina asked, curious.“She was … she was,” Indra stuttered. “Please say it already,” Seraphina said, her patience running out. Something about this felt scary. Something told her that Mira was up to something again.“She was telling the maid to add dragon powder into your food tomorrow morning,” Indra dropped the bomb.Seraphina's chest tightened.Dragon powder? Its reaction is a million times deadlier than wolfsbane. No werewolf, lycan, or witch can stand after consuming it.“So, Mira wants to get rid of me?” Seraphina's jaw clenched. Her hands balled into a fist.Her wolf growled in her chest. Let's go. Let's go deal with that vile woman, her wolf hissed inside her head. Seraphina held back. She didn't wa

Dawn crept in faster than Seraphina expected, pale light spilling through towering stained-glass windows and bleeding into the royal dining hall. The long oak table was already filled. Kings, queens, generals, and emissaries from allied realms sat in rigid silence, their presence heavy with anticipation. Today was not a day for pleasantries. Today, they would finalize the counterattack against the vampire clan.Steel goblets clinked softly. Silk robes whispered as bodies shifted. The air smelled of polished wood, burning incense, and restrained hostility.Then Seraphina walked in.Every head turned.She wore sapphire blue, her favorite color. The gown hugged her frame like it had been woven for her alone, shimmering softly beneath the morning light. The color made her pale skin glow and set her silver hair aflame like moonlight poured into silk. She walked with measured steps, her chin lifted, her expression calm but her pulse pounding hard against her ribs.Two seats were empty.On

The Wolfless LunaChapter 70“Are you surprised?” Seraphina laughed.Her laughter echoed through the great hall, sharp and ringing against stone walls, cutting through the tension like a blade.“No, this can’t be,” Mira shook her head, stepping back. “It’s not possible.”Her breath came uneven, her chest rising too fast, as though her body already sensed what her mind refused to accept.“Oh my darling. It’s very possible,” Seraphina said coolly. “Sweet Indra here, overheard you instructing a maid to put in a powder in my tea.”She paused.The silence stretched, heavy and deliberate, pressing down on everyone present.“The powder you went to get from your dark witch, Barbara,” Seraphina continued. “The dragon powder.”“What?”The word tore out of Mira’s throat.The room shifted.The air itself seemed to tremble.Voices rang in anger and surprise, overlapping, colliding.“Goodness.” “She is so evil.”“You drank from that cup,” Mira stated suddenly, her voice tight. Her stomach churned