All Chapters of The Luna's Groom: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELEANOR“A shame, really. An injury? Perseus is getting weak,” I hear an elder murmur, voice low with a hint of disappointment. The words hang in the air, sharp and accusatory.I come to a halt, the entourage of servants and guards behind me also stopping abruptly. Their footsteps echo in the tense silence, the sudden pause like a collective breath held tight in their chests.“Indeed, the war is coming soon,” another adds, voice steady but edged with concern. “Thomas isn’t holding back, Bloodthorn keeps getting scarier and more unstable by the minute. It’s only a matter of time before everything erupts.”“The Luna is nothing short of weak,” a third scoffs, voice dripping with disdain. “The Beta is even worse. He's only useful for warring and signing off on petitions. Nothing more.”A murmur of agreement ripples through the group. Then someone states plainly, “We need a new ruler—”“A ruler that isn’t you,” I cut in, voice firm as I make my grand entrance into the meeting room. My pres

E L E A N O RI stare at Caspian, stunned by the bluntness of his request. For a moment, I can’t quite believe he’s asking me to do something so direct. Despite the shock, I manage a small smile, keeping my tone steady. “And why should I do that?”He pauses for a beat, then goes on, his voice calm but firm. “I’ve thought about it for a while now. I practically grew up in the castle, so I know how everything works around here. I don’t think I want to leave this place when someone else comes in. Besides that, Clawford really needs thorough development—better policies that actually suit the people like Bloodthorn, not just those in power.”I let out a gentle grin as I reach out, caressing Benjamin’s mane softly. My initial thought has been to make him the Acting Alpha without him even asking. The fact that he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to make his needs clear is something I genuinely admire. They have a stable friendship, too, which I know will make our collaboration smoother a

A U T H O RRaphael storms toward the dinner table, his expression dark and simmering with suppressed fury. His grip tightens around the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, the edges slightly torn from how fiercely he’s clutching it. The letter he received from Bloodthorn is sealed with the finger of the Huntsman he had sent to Clawford—a grotesque, foul thing, decayed and smelling faintly of rot. His jaw clenches as he strides forward, each step heavy with anger.“We’ll send him piece by piece until the war that would end you once and for all,” the letter had read, the words almost like a threat etched in blood. The message drips with menace, promising destruction and chaos. It’s enough to confirm what he’s feared all along—Perseus is alive and well, his wife is in good health, and once again, his plan has failed. That very realization fuels his rage, burning hotter inside him like an unquenchable fire.He pushes open the door to the dining hall with a rough shove, his eyes flickeri

E L E A N O RIt feels almost too surreal that he's awake. I’ve spent the previous night in tears, overwhelmed to the point that I couldn’t even speak because the words simply won’t come. My throat feels tight, my mind a jumble of emotions I can’t quite process. When Perseus finally walks into the room this morning, I look up to see him smiling at me, a warmth in his eyes that somehow feels both reassuring and heartbreaking. He kicks off his boots casually, as if he’s just returned from a routine meeting, but I sense the weight he carries.I sit at the vanity table, carefully cleaning off my makeup, my hands a little shaky. Today has been quite eventful, and I’ve had to handle more than I expected. While he’s here in the castle, I’ve been busy approving documents for new stores at Eleanor’s Court, a task that’s daunting in its own right but also strangely motivating. It feels good to be included in this, even if just a little. I appreciate the fact that I am part of something bigger,

P E R S U E SWhen I finally make my way back to the house, I’m met with a strange, heavy silence hanging in the air. Eleanor is already seated at the dinner table, waiting for me, her posture tense but composed. She’s there, sitting upright, eyes flickering with an unreadable expression, as if she’s trying to hold herself together. I join her, partly to find some semblance of calm amidst the chaos raging inside me, knowing full well that I’ve been told two things today that could ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to build.First, I learned that my mother likely had an affair with my enemy. That revelation alone is enough to shatter what little stability remains. Second, I could be related to him—connected to the very man I’ve been fighting against all my life—and worst of all, my wife is carrying a child that might be capable of killing her. The weight of this knowledge presses down on me like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me. Did the Ashen Brotherhood know? Is that why they i