Semua Bab The Luna's Groom: Bab 121 - Bab 130

E L E A N O RI don’t know what to say. I don’t have a planned speech, no carefully crafted words to ease the tension, but I know one thing for certain, no matter how much it twists my stomach into knots, I’m going to face Marcus today. The thought alone is enough to make my skin crawl, but I’ve made up my mind. There’s no turning back now. Two nights ago, I saw my father again. It was a reunion soaked in tears, one that Perseus stood beside me through without hesitation. He never once let slip to my father that he had lost his memories, shielding the truth for my sake in a way that only makes my chest ache more for him. I haven’t tried to remind Perseus about my history with Marcus, though. I’m not here to mend a relationship that was already rotten long before he even knew my name. I’m only here because of Perseus, because I need answers to help him.The manor Marcus lives in is nothing short of breathtaking, perched at the edge of a mountain like something out of a painting. It’

[Erotic Scene Ahead:]E L E A N O R-2 weeks.-I inhaled gently as I felt Perseus’ arm tighten around my waist, pulling me closer against him. His hands traced slow, warm circles over my stomach before his lips pressed a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, resting his forehead against my shoulder. I smiled, threading my fingers through his and squeezing lightly. We had just arrived in a small, unremarkable village in the human world—one of those places that existed quietly, far from the chaos of courts and wars. I’d slept through most of the journey, only waking when we reached the inn where we’d be staying. The last few weeks had been grueling. My training had intensified, pushing me harder than before. I’d learned to wield new weapons—spears, daggers, even a short sword, leaving my muscles aching and my body begging for rest by the end of each day. Perseus had suggested we retreat to the cabin, but for no particular reason, I’d chosen this p

A U T H O R Severus lifted Bernadette’s hand to his lips, pressing a slow, soft kiss to her knuckles, lingering just a second longer over the ring now firmly settled on her finger. He’d had it forged by a jeweler long before the first war, a quiet act of faith that one day, he’d renew the vows they’d once made. This time, there’d be no interference, no scheming mothers, no political games tearing them apart. She grinned, her eyes locked onto his as her thumb traced the sharp line of his jaw. “So, we’ve actually done it,” she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “Yes, we have,” he confirmed, nodding once. They were tucked away in an old, weathered building deep in the heart of the forest where they’d first married decades ago. Birdsong drifted through the open windows, the breeze carrying the faint, briny scent of the river nearby. It was peaceful here, simple, untouched by the chaos of courts and wars, the kind of place where love could exist without complications.

A U T H O RBernadette's eyes flew open as she jerked upright with a gasp, her vision swimming before focusing on Meredith's cold stare. The familiar walls of her old bedroom in the dragon keep surrounded her, but any comfort they might have once held had long since vanished. The air smelled of damp stone and bitter herbs, a far cry from the lavender scent she used to keep in her chambers. The heavy iron cuffs around her wrists bit into her skin as she moved, the chains connecting them to the bedposts rattling with every slight motion.Her heart pounded violently against her ribs as the memories crashed over her. The heated argument with Severus. The sharp pain of arrows striking her body. The way the world had gone dark before she could finish her sentence. Her fingers twitched against the cold metal restraints. Abducted. She'd been taken right from under Severus' nose, and now she needed to know if he was still alive, if he'd survived the ambush.A dull throbbing pulsed behind her t

E L E A N O RThe attack had come without warning, just as I predicted it would. Perseus and I moved quickly, my fingers fumbling only slightly as I fastened my armor, making sure every strap was secure and every plate was in place. Asmodeus worked briskly beside us, dipping blades and arrowheads into bubbling cauldrons of potions meant to weaken dragon-scale and slow shifter healing.Above Bloodthorn, the sky rained fire. We had managed to get most of the women and children to the underground shelters, but a surge of fierce pride went through me when nearly half the women still inside the walls demanded weapons and joined the fight alongside every man aged eighteen and above. My father and Marcus arrived on the second day, their faces set in grim determination as they fell into rank beside us. There was still no sight if Thomas or Meredith, they were waiting until we ran out of strength.We were losing fighters faster than we had planned. I struggled to keep my focus sharp, my mind