Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Groom: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

E L E A N O R"He'll kill you if he finds you,” I seethe, my voice raw as I struggle against the cuffs that bound my hands against the bed frame. My wrists were bruised and scraped from the constant, frantic movements as I fought back the tears that dared to spill. The metal bit into my skin with every pull, a constant, physical reminder of my captivity. My muscles screamed in protest, but I kept twisting, kept pulling, refusing to accept the helplessness. Every inch of skin that rubbed raw was a testament to my resistance, a small, defiant act against the brutal reality of my situation.George had me locked up and bound me in my own room for no reason at all, or so I thought. He kept watching me, his eyes never leaving my form, scanning through me, waiting for answers to questions I didn't even know. He was a silent, looming presence, his gaze a physical weight that pressed down on me. I was in nothing but my nightdress, a frail, flimsy fabric that clung to my skin. I felt disgust se

E L E A N O R I let out a sharp gasp as the maids tightened the laces of my dress behind me, their fingers working quickly and efficiently. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, taking in the woman who looked back at me. There was a council meeting today, one I could no longer avoid. I had to keep it together, especially before he returns. I couldn’t break in front of them—not now. If I showed even a hint of weakness, it would give them a crack to slip through, a chance to manipulate things to their advantage. I had been summoned to multiple meetings since Perseus disappeared, and I had turned every one of them down on purpose. But today felt different. Today, I had to step up. For him. For us. A few maids accompanied me to the town hall where the meeting was scheduled. Just as I was about to leave, I spotted Severus heading out as well, and we decided to share a carriage. The ride was quiet at first, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels filling the space between us.

E L E A N O R He’s coming toward me with a sword gripped tight in his hand. Before I can move, his free hand snaps out and grabs me by the neck, lifting me off my feet. I gasp, choking, as he hurls me sideways. My body slams into a heavy tree trunk with a force that knocks the air clean from my lungs. I can’t fight him. My body feels too weak, too broken to even stand. Just as despair starts to swallow me whole, I see it—a bright, blazing light at the edge of the cliff, racing straight toward me. Perseus. A bright, reckless smile is stretched across his face, and the sight of it melts something deep inside me. He’s handsome. He always is. Tears prick at my eyes as I reach out for him, my fingers straining through the empty air. But then the earth beneath us shudders and splits apart, tearing a gaping chasm between us. I let out a choked gasp, my hope crumbling as he slowly disappears from view. My vision blurs into nothing. ** I wake up with a sharp gasp, my body drenched in col

E L E A N O R Bernadette 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 c

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