《The Luna's Groom》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

E L E A N O R I'm wearing a long-sleeved, knee-length yellow dress and flat shoes. We're currently in the carriage. I haven’t stepped foot outside the castle since I arrived. Everything looks different—newer, livelier, more developed than what we passed on our way in. It feels like the world moved on without me. Bloodthorn kept advancing and expanding, growing into something more. The reminder of what my father admitted claws at my stomach, twisting it into knots. My fingers tighten around the fabric of my dress as the reality hits again—werewolves were treated like slaves. My people. Our people. The same ones Tobias fought for with every breath in his body until he had no breath left to give. The carriage rolls to a gentle stop beside a glowing water fountain, silver streams dancing and catching the moonlight like liquid stars. Perseus steps out first and helps me down. A cold breeze brushes across my skin, carrying with it the scent of roasted meat, spiced herbs, and something war

P E R S E U S We've laid in bed for a while now. Eleanor fell asleep in the carriage but woke up once I placed on her the bed. We've only bathed and changed into the lighter clothing not saying a word as I hold her in bed. She doesn't say a thing but rests her head on my chest, drawing circles with her polished fingers, sighing from time to time. I love the silence between us, it's usually not silence, it's as though we're communicating with shared breathing. I can't seem to get over the joy on her face when she saw the court few hours ago. Better than a thousand stars. Maybe I was falling in love, it could be just lust or obsession but I loved how it felt, every bit of it with her. “Thank you.” She finally breaks the silence. “For?” “The Court, Dora would loved to see it. She's always talked about werewolf meals getting recognition.” I don't know if she's trying to start an argument. There are some things I've vowed not to tell her, somethings I've decided to take to the gr

E L E A N O R This was it. We were so chaotic that we couldn't be stable for a straight week. He didn't know Tobias, I've known him since I was child. Perseus hasn't. He couldn't just say things to redeem himself and make Tobias the villain. I hug my legs as I lay on the bed. I can feel Ravon's presence and more than ever, I need to speak to him. He was right,my feelings would be the end of me. Here I was, crying and feeling guilty for multiple reasons — for hurting Perseus and for betraying Tobias. I'm slowly losing grip on my mind. I force myself to sleep and in the darkness, I can see Ravon's eyes, red and inquisitive. “Don't believe anything Perseus says, your husband was a noble man.” He tells me. “I know.” I sigh, rubbing my shoulder. “I don't want to keep this going for long, I'll fall for him, my resistance is breaking.” “I love the self awareness.” Ravon chuckles. “You were right, I'll only keep acting with my feelings. I need you to keep me in check. You said you'll te

P E R S E U S “Get out!” I roar at the guard. He stumbles backward, hits the floor hard, then scrambles out of my office like his life depends on it — and maybe it does. It’s been three days. Three horrible, endless, miserable days. Sleep has completely abandoned me, and the evidence is all over my face — the black circles under my eyes, the stubble I haven’t even bothered to shave, the bloodshot stare in the mirror that barely looks alive anymore. I’ve looked everywhere. The food court. Clawford. All the Bloodthorn factions. Every neighboring pack. Every damn corner I could think of. She’s nowhere. Vanished. And none of the guards have a single clue. I never should’ve left the room that night. Never should’ve said those things. Maybe she left me. But her clothes are still in the closet. What if she really did leave? What if she’s with someone else right now? The thought shreds through me like a blade. Rage bursts from my chest as I lurch forward and overturn my

E L E A N O R I stir in my sleep just as his arms caress my waist, I feel a warm kiss on my forehead prompting me to smile. There's a lantern on a beside table, illuminating the room, the bed is much smaller than the one in the palace, the room is completely different too. The last thing I remember was being unconscious in arms after minutes of crying on his shoulder. Ravon kept playing with my life, rogues? Rogues were his grand plan to send me off to Perseus and have him track me. Admitting that I sleepwalked was the only plausible plan up my sleeve to get him to believe that I didn't leave on my own accord. Part of me wanted to test his affection, would he toss me off to get burnt to death for being cursed or would he accept me. My decision was impulsive but I know he's chosen the latter by holding me as I sleep. I've been changed out of the white shirt into a white frock, my hair is damp, he must've given me a bath again. I nestle my head in his chest before looking up a