All Chapters of The Luna's Groom: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

E L E A N O R He shuts the door as I wrap my hands around his neck. His tongue slides into my mouth, deepening the kiss and amplifying the aching need for more of him. “Goodness, you taste divine,” he grunts, his hands threading through my hair. Heat rushes through my body, pooling low in my stomach as I feel the undeniable pressure of his growing arousal against me. His hands slide under my thighs, grazing my backside. I can hardly breathe. I wanted to shut out the voices in my head. Doing this with him had done just that. This man I should hate—I’m here, in his arms, clinging to him. He lifts me off my feet, hands firm on my lower body, tearing apart whatever thread of self-control I had left. “I want you,” I whisper breathlessly. It doesn’t sound like me—desperate, needy, craving him. I should hate this. I should hate him. His lips pause against mine. He pulls back, his breathing uneven. “What?” His voice is calm. Too calm. It only makes everything inside me ache more.

P E R S E U SI follow Elisha dutifully, helping him carry the basket he had entrusted to me. It’s a task we perform every year, a ritual to pay homage to the moon goddess for my mother’s soul. This tradition is observed by the lycans and anyone who has lost someone within our territory.My mother passed three years ago. I was only fourteen then, old enough to carry out the rites in place of my father, who couldn't bear to continue. Her death shook him to his core. We doubted he’d recover.The council had suggested marrying another woman. The next day, my stepmother arrived, keeping the castle in order with her cruel methods, even as my father’s health declined. I had already begun training to take over as ruler once I turned sixteen. My father just had to hold on until then.I cherished my mother; she was my only friend, my comforter, the light of our home. That light dimmed the moment she died. She knew she was dying; she made sure I mourned her while she was still alive, urging me t

E L E A N O R After hours of fitting, hair, and makeup, I finally step out of the closet, flanked by a few maids assisting me with my dress. Nervousness gnaws at my stomach—my guts twist with anxiety about what he will think of the gown. It’s crazy that I want his praise. The way he says it—his voice, the slight edge of his accent—brings warmth to my cheeks. I hate that I crave his approval. I had wanted to wear a green dress, but I settled on this violet mermaid gown instead. My makeup is light, hair pulled into a neat bun pinned with a few flowers—nothing different from my casual look. I didn’t want to overdo it; someone might die today. But I also didn’t want to look shabby—like a victim, miserable in my first meeting with the council. I walk into the room, my heart pounding, and see him with Severus, playing a game of chess on the coffee table. My breath catches as I observe him. He’s already dressed—regal black attire that fits him perfectly. His hair is in a bun again, and I

P E R S E U S The pain shoots through my back, sharp and unrelenting, as the gunshot echoes down the hall. The sound reverberates, each reverberation adding to the deafening weight of the moment. I stop, slowly turning my head to look at Eleanor. She's rooted in place, her body stiff with shock, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. Her entire body trembles, and my gaze snaps to Lord Wellington, Dolores' father — the bastard who had fired the gun. The guards, reacting swiftly, rush towards him, restraining him with practiced efficiency and yanking the weapon from his grasp. Eleanor falters on her feet, stumbling just slightly, and that's when I finally see it — the blood, dark and thick, beginning to pool on the floor beneath her. No. God, no. She couldn't have gotten shot. Not her. My heart stutters in panic as I dash towards her, reaching her just as her body crumples. She slumps heavily into my arms, her weight pressing me down. My knees hit the floor, and

E L E A N O R I'm awaken with a kiss on my cheek, I turn to realize that I'm on the bed, Perseus is seated next to me, now fully dressed. “Good morning,” He greets. “Good morning.” My voice is still raspy and my eyes are heavy. I manage to squint at him, waiting for him to say what he has to say. “A parcel arrived for you, I'll leave it on the cabinet. It's from your father,” He explains. I'm too sleepy to react so I just nod and lean my head on the pillow. “I'm going to the suburbs, I'll be back late. Severus is around, okay?” He kisses my forehead and I groggily wave at him, I hear him chuckle before he leaves and shuts the door behind him. I sleep for a few minutes again before finally waking up. Wrapping my night robe around me, I finally check the parcel. It's a box with my father's initials. He's finally sent something. Did Perseus ask him to reach out? If I weren't so sleepy earlier, I would've asked him. I drop the box on the bed, the lock is easy to figure out. I fir