Semua Bab The Luna's Groom: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The Kingdom of Aurelialis found itself suddenly and brutally plunged into an unforeseen maelstrom of chaos. The air, typically serene in the pre-dawn hours, was now rent by the fierce, guttural roars of dragon troops, a terrifying chorus led with grim determination by Queen Meredith. Their assault began before the first tentative crack of sunlight could even begin to fracture the eastern sky, a relentless onslaught that saw them ruthlessly slaying any creature with delicate, iridescent fairy wings that dared to cross their path. The fairies, caught entirely off guard, were thrust into a desperate struggle for survival. They scattered, running and fleeing in every conceivable direction, a desperate, frantic scramble to escape the merciless advance of the Dragons who ravenously raided their home, driven by a singular, unyielding objective: to locate their missing King.Queen Meredith, a formidable figure of war, spearheaded the brutal campaign. Her blade, a blur of polished steel and t

I stood there, a statue of disbelief, utterly unsure of what to utter in that jarring moment. A profound tremble racked my entire body, as a torrent of confusion coursed through my very bones, rendering me utterly speechless. The question he had posed was so completely unexpected, so tragically impossible for him to ask me, and even worse, the way he looked at me—as if I were a noxious pest that needed to be exterminated, someone he had never laid eyes on before—was truly heart-wrenching. How could he? “Perseus…” My voice was barely a whisper, a plea. “Your majesty.” He interjected sharply, a crisp click of his tongue accompanying the correction. His tone was laced with an almost cruel condescension. “You should at least have some semblance of manners for your Alpha, miss.” I blinked, my mind struggling to process his words, completely thrown off balance by the sheer audacity. “Manners? Perseus, I’m your wife. Eleanor, remember? I am the Luna of this pack.” The words tumbled out,

E L E A N O RSomething mushy crushed underneath my boots as we stepped into the market, a sickening squelch that made my stomach lurch even before I fully registered its implications. The air itself was a shroud, dark and cold, devastatingly so, each breath a frosty dagger in my lungs. I could barely manage to keep it together, my every instinct screaming for me to flee, to find warmth and safety, but Bernadette walked past me, her grip on my hand a grounding force, pulling me deeper into the oppressive chaos as she led me through the churning, faceless crowd. My hood, mercifully large, was designed to obscure my face, offering a sliver of anonymity, but there was still enough room for me to peek through, to witness the horrifying, almost magnetic appeal of Reek's Market. The sights assaulted me, each one a fresh assault on my already frayed nerves. I almost lost whatever meager composure I had when my eyes landed on a decaying body, sprawled carelessly on the muddy, filth-ridden gr

Perseus, with a practiced, almost mechanical rhythm, signed on another paper, the quill scratching softly against the parchment. His hand moved with an innate efficiency, honed by countless hours of administrative duties. Beside him, Severus, ever the meticulous aide, helped him organize the burgeoning stack of letters on his desk. Each sheet, a potential decree or a crucial response, was held down with an assortment of random objects: a smooth, river-worn stone, a discarded goblet, a heavy, ornate paperweight shaped like a dragon's claw. These makeshift anchors were necessary, given the sheer volume of correspondence that constantly threatened to engulf the polished surface of the desk, even as Perseus continued his relentless signing.His very identity as a part-dragon, a truth recently revealed to the broader world, had led directly to this overwhelming deluge. It wasn't merely the usual royal decrees and kingdom management; these were urgent appeals to the general public, demandin

Eleanor froze, every muscle in her body tensing as she struggled in vain against the invisible bonds that held her. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, spilled from her eyes, tracing paths down her pale cheeks. His gaze, a chilling, predatory focus, was fixed solely on her, examining her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, agonizingly, his fingers elongated, transforming into grotesque, dark claws that dug into her flesh, a searing pain accompanying their grip. She could feel it, a chilling cold spreading through her veins as he began to drain the very life from her, the energy seeping away with each passing second."Perseus, stop! Please! You'll kill her!" Bernadette's voice, raw with desperation, tore through the suffocating silence, a desperate plea for mercy.Severus, barely clinging to consciousness, could only perceive what was happening as a blurry, indistinct nightmare. His vision swam, and even the simple act of sitting up felt like an insurmountable chall