Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Groom: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

E L E A N O RBernadette opens the door, and my face brightens into a real smile for the first time in weeks. She looks healthier, her eyes clearer, though she still moves with a slight carefulness that speaks of recent pain.“It’s so nice of you to finally join us,” she says warmly, pulling me into a firm hug. She rubs my back gently before letting me step inside. Behind me, maids follow, carrying beautifully wrapped presents which they carefully set down on the large sofa in the sitting room.I pause just inside the doorway, staring around. The house feels entirely different from the last time I was here—it’s brighter, airier, more lived-in. Light streams through clean windows, and there’s a sense of warmth that wasn’t here before.My eyes catch on a large portrait hanging in the hallway leading toward the garden. It’s a painting of a little girl with brown hair and a brilliantly bright smile. Flanking it are two other portraits just as large—one of a silver-haired girl with a calm,

E L E A N O R“Who is Beersheba?” I asked Severus as we hurried back toward the castle, my heart still racing from the sudden summons.“Someone Perseus knows,” he replied, his voice low and cautious. “An ancient goddess of seduction, or better still, a succubus. I don’t know what she’s doing here. Perseus told me he settled things peacefully with her a long time ago.”“He never told me anything about her before,” I said, a knot tightening in my stomach.“He probably didn’t see the need, or maybe he just forgot. He has… had… so many admirers back then.”My stomach twisted into something sharp and hot—something I recognized as jealousy. I had seen him with Roseline before, and that never felt good. Not even a little.“He should’ve told me regardless,” I muttered under my breath.“There were many of them,” Severus admitted reluctantly. “Some I remember from when we were younger. There was the serpent shifter princess, Athena. Roosevelt from the human world. And a couple of lycan women, m

P E R S E U SI pull out my sword in one swift motion, the metal glinting coldly in the damp air. The rogues approach with low, snarling growls, and I meet their wild eyes with a stern, unflinching gaze. When the first one launches at me, aiming to rake his claws across my face, I sidestep and slice clean through his neck. His body hits the forest floor with a heavy thud, shifting back to human form as he falls. The serpent shifters were really good swordsmiths, I’d give them that.More come at me without pause, and I fall into the rhythm of battle—slicing, stabbing, moving. Blood spills dark and thick, only to be washed away moments later by the relentless rain soaking the forest floor. Thomas matches my pace, cutting down rogue after rogue with a grim efficiency that almost feels like teamwork.But their numbers keep growing. I find myself slowly backing toward Thomas, my shoulders tense. I hate working with him, but right now, I just need to clear these bastards out so we can get b

A U T H O RIn the middle of the night, Bernadette woke to the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut. She blinked sleep from her eyes just as Severus yawned heavily and dragged his feet toward the bed. He looked exhausted but peaceful, his movements slow with fatigue.“Bern?” he called softly, his voice rough with sleep. He noticed her shifting under the covers and stilled, not wanting to startle her.“Yes,” she whispered, turning fully to face him as he settled onto his side of the bed. She couldn’t hold back a yawn of her own, but her eyes stayed on him, warm and awake now.He lay facing her, and a slow smile curled his lips as he watched her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, in a way that still made his heart flutter even now. In the quiet dark, it hit him all over again: he had this woman. After everything, after all the waiting and the pain, he had her. And it was worth it. They would be together forever.“I fell asleep in the girls’ room,” he murmured, voice l

P E R S E U SWhen we finally reach Eretria, the town is slowly stitching itself back together after the war. People are everywhere—repairing roofs, repainting signs, sweeping debris from the cracked streets. The air smells of fresh sawdust and damp stone, a weird mix of ruin and renewal. Thomas and I keep our hoods up, hiding our faces. We don’t need anyone recognizing us now, not when we’re this close to pulling this off.I walk quickly, my focus sharp and narrow. Every second counts. We need to find the prince, convince him to marry Athena, and get back before her deadline runs out. People glance our way as we pass—not with recognition, but with wariness. They sense it—the danger that clings to us like a second skin.I’ve never actually been here before, not in person. But I’ve studied maps, read reports from spies like Bernadette. Now, walking these streets, I can’t help but wonder about my mother. How did she sneak in and out during her affair with Thomas? How did she slip past g