Semua Bab The Luna's Groom: Bab 1 - Bab 10

E L E A N O R"Be safe, Tobias." I say for the umpteenth time as I adjust my husband’s armor, brushing off bits of barely visible dust from his shoulder pads as a way to keep him from mounting his horse too quickly.His men watch us, their faces cast in shadows of worry, weighed down by the gravity of our situation. This war—this conflict—I desperately wished he wouldn’t engage in. It wasn’t that I was the type of wife to hold my husband back from his ambitions; I simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, especially since our marriage was just a year old.Tobias was next in line for my father’s throne, his shoulders—the very ones I kept tapping—heavy with responsibilities that often placed the needs of the people above those of his own family."I will, I will." He laughs, leaning closer to seize my lips with a mind-blowing kiss. I feel his smile against my mouth as his tongue dances with mine, igniting a moment of sensory bliss. The kiss is brief, though, and he pulls back to en

E L E A N O RI am jolted awake by a loud thud. My eyelids flutter open, and I stare at the girl beside my bed in confusion. She covers her mouth in shock, completely unaware of the pair of eyes watching her as she scrambles to pick up the bowl that has slipped from her grasp.I blink repeatedly, shifting my gaze from her to the familiar surroundings of my old bedroom. From the vanity to the ceiling, and finally to the balcony—is this paradise or hell? Aren’t I supposed to be dead?I rub my forehead with a groan, which seems to alert the maid in the room. She freezes, her eyes widening in shock as they meet mine.“You're awake, Milady?” she gasps, her face lighting up as she turns to me. “Let me get Lady Dora.” With that, she dashes out of the room, her footsteps echoing heavily on the wooden floor.Lady Dora? Am I in an alternate universe? I attempt to sit up, rubbing my head while checking my body for injuries, but there is nothing—nothing except my pendant.Tobias' ring is missing

E L E A N O R The palace has already begun preparations for the grand royal wedding tomorrow. I can hear the sound of feet scurrying back and forth as they bustle about. Soon, I overhear a group of maids chatting as they walk past my door. “I really feel sorry for the princess… It’s barely been a week since she lost her husband,” the empathetic one begins. “Sorry?” Her companion scoffs. “She’s lucky and privileged. Not every widow gets the opportunity to remarry a drop-dead gorgeous supreme leader.” “Marina, he killed her husband,” the third voice squeaks. “Her husband would’ve killed him if he hadn’t. It’s a war; you don’t let your enemy go out of sympathy. I think she should be grateful for another chance,” Marina adds indifferently. “You wouldn’t have another chance when I get out of here!” I yell. “My apologies, Your Majesty,” she says, lowering her tone. “Just go,” I grunt. They are selfish—just like my father, who sold me off. Tobias died protecting them, and now they’r

EL E A N O RHis kiss is consuming, blooming with sheer passion and hate as he presses his lips against mine with a ferocity that sends chills down my spine. The familiar scent of agarwood floods my senses as his tongue teases my tightly closed lips, urging me to open up and give him access.Reina is reeling in excitement at this contact, begging to be marked and claimed. His lips are warm, mingling with a pleasant taste. My body almost betrays me, yearning for him, but my mind snaps back to reality—this is the man who has taken everything I love away from me.My eyes snap open, and I bite down hard on his lower lip, feeling the sharp rush of victory as the metallic scent of blood fills my mouth and nostrils. He pulls away, his eyes gleaming with rage as blood drips from his lip. I had made him bleed. Again.“We're to exchange the rings before a kiss, dear husband,” I sneer, a chuckle escaping as I spit out his blood and retract my fangs.Perseus says nothing as his wound quickly sea

E L E A N O R Maids wait at the entrance, but instead of heading toward me, they stroll toward Perseus' carriage, greeting him as they begin to offload the trunk. The horseman is kind enough to help me with the carriage door. Marina steps out and quickly gets to work—organizing both our bags. A cold gust of wind brushes against my skin, and I rub my shoulders slightly, oblivious to the glares the maids are shooting at me. I can already tell this experience will be remarkable. Werewolves are supposed to be subdued under Lycans, and now, a werewolf is about to become their Luna. Perseus is giving orders to the guards on where to keep his things. I pull my gaze from him and glance back at Marina, who’s helping the Lycan maids. “Ladies,” Severus clears his throat, drawing their attention. “This is the Alpha’s wife and soon-to-be Luna, Eleanor Astrid Cage. Treat her with respect and warmth,” he says firmly. “Welcome, Your Majesty,” they all mutter as they bow reluctantly. “Pleas