Semua Bab The Luna's Groom: Bab 111 - Bab 120

[Bloodbath at the Royal Castle: Is Perseus Cage a Leader, Murderer, or Bully?][Five Council Members Lose Lives Under Alpha's Blade: The Demand for Justice Is Silenced by Tyranny]"I want them all arrested. Whomever wrote this piece of shit!" I growled, my voice a guttural rumble that felt foreign even to my own ears, as I shoved the offending papers down to the ground. The crumpled sheets landed with a satisfying thud, a small release for the inferno raging inside me.Severus watched me, a slow sigh escaping his lips. I hated this. God, I was so incredibly angry. My entire body trembled with a barely contained rage, and I couldn't even think straight, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of fury. All I wanted was to kill them all, to burn their entire world to the ground and hear their cries of utter, agonizing despair. It had been two days since that bloody outburst, two days since I had carved a path through those who dared question me. It disgusted me beyond measure that the very peopl

E L E A N O R "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, a strange mix of apprehension and defiance stirring within me. His sudden presence, his barbed words, had caught me off guard. He clicked his tongue, a dismissive sound that grated on my nerves. "Your father is Kai Clawford, isn't he? The same traitor that tried to burn down my pack, tried to take everything from me." His eyes, usually so guarded, held a flash of raw fury, a lingering echo of the recent massacre. "And?" I challenged, my chin lifting defiantly. What did my father's actions have to do with me? This was a distraction, a flimsy excuse to avoid the truth. "Whatever you're planning, with whomever you're planning it with, I'm not going to fall for it so easily. Don't think for a second you can manipulate me, not after what I just saw." His voice was low, laced with suspicion, his gaze hard and unyielding. It was the same look he’d worn in the dungeon, a cold assessment that made me feel utterly tran

P E R S U E S I don't know what I've done, but I don't regret it either. Heavens, she was so good... so unbelievably good that I completely lost control with just the way she was looking at me, her emerald green eyes holding a mix of challenge and surrender. A dizzying rush of sensation had taken over, leaving me completely at her mercy. Memories of us doing this before flood my head, memories that I previously morphed into fantasies, unable to comprehend they were real. Her body is a testament to our history, a history I'm only now beginning to uncover. She's tired, her eyes are shut and she's resting her head on my chest, but I know she's not sleeping. Her breathing is too soft, too even, for true sleep. She's just basking in the quiet aftermath, just like me. My fingers thread through the fiery strands of her burgundy hair, the color a stark contrast to my pale skin, a color I've always loved just on her. I slip my hand over her waist and down to her stomach, my fingers brushin

E L E A N O R"Oh… I'm just going to, umm… wait outside, I guess." Bernadette’s nervous laugh filled the sudden silence as she awkwardly took several steps back.The air was so thick with unspoken questions that it felt heavy and suffocating. I remained seated on the cabinet, my face burning with a blush I could feel spreading to my ears. Perseus, however, seemed to find the situation highly amusing. He was watching me with a slow smirk, his dark eyes sparkling as if my reaction was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all day."No… it's fine… really," I responded, my voice a little too high. "I was about to leave anyway."Bernadette nodded and quickly shut the door behind her, leaving us alone again. I let out a long, shaky sigh. My heart was pounding, a frantic drumbeat in my chest. I knew I had a lot of explaining to do, and the thought of her knowing everything filled me with a mixture of embarrassment and a strange kind of thrill."Well, that was interesting," he said, his smile

My body moves on its own, a deep-seated instinct taking over as I run into his arms. I pull him close, hugging him tightly and breathing him in. The dam I've been holding back all day finally breaks, and tears roll down my cheeks. I've held it in, pretended to be strong and okay, but I'm not. He's here now, and all the pretense melts away. He’s here, and my father is finally dead, executed like a scoundrel for all the world to see. It’s over."You know, for someone who's pregnant, you sure run a lot," he muses gently, his voice soft as he holds me. He pulls back slightly, a hand coming up to gently lift my face by my chin. "Are you okay?" he asks, his gaze searching mine.I shake my head, unable to speak, and he pulls me into a tight hug. He pats my hair as I lean into his chest, letting the tears fall freely as I finally mourn for the man who was both my father and my tormentor. The sun is starting to set, its last rays filtering through the window, and the room starts to get dark. W