All Chapters of The Luna's Groom: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

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

P E R S E U SThe 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.Se'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 instin

E L E A N O R I watch him trace the curve of the vials with his black-painted fingers, the gleam from the glass catching the dim bathroom light. “I don't need that information anymore,” I say, frowning. “I don't even know how you got in here, but leave me alone.” “Your anxiety brought me here,” he replies smoothly, straightening to his full height. “Perseus being away makes it easier for me to slip in. This alliance between us, Eleanor... it's inevitable. So stop pretending you can fight it.” “I don’t want your help,” I snap. “I can kill him myself. Alone.” He scoffs, not moving closer. The mate bond between Persues and I keeps him at a frustrating distance, like some invisible chain. Still, he’s near enough to block the doorway. Near enough to suffocate me. “Kill him?” He lets out a dark laugh, cold and mocking. “Eleanor, you’re in love with him.” Love? No. That couldn’t be true. That can’t be true. “I don’t love him,” I shoot back quickly. “Stop stuffing my head with your tw

P E R S E U SWe’ve been lying in bed for a while now. Eleanor had fallen asleep in the carriage but woke up the moment I laid her on the bed. Since then, we’ve only bathed and changed into lighter clothes, not exchanging a single word. I hold her in bed, silently.She doesn’t speak, just rests her head on my chest, drawing lazy circles with her polished fingers. Occasionally, she sighs—long, deep breaths that sound more like quiet screams for peace.I’ve always loved the silence between us. It’s not really silence; it feels like we’re speaking in our own language—through shared breathing and unspoken thoughts.I can’t stop thinking about the joy that lit up her face a few hours ago when she saw the Court. Nothing could’ve outshone her expression. Not even a thousand stars.Maybe I was falling in love. Or maybe it was lust. Obsession, even. But I didn’t care what it was called. I just knew I loved how it felt. Every second of it—with her.“Thank you.” Her voice breaks the silence.“Fo