All Chapters of The Luna's Groom: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

E L E A N O R The studio is dusty. Not just slightly dusty—years-of-neglect dusty. Every piece of canvas is covered with white sheets, all yellowed with age. Even the grand piano, sitting in the center like an old ghost of music past, is veiled in a thin, brittle cloth. I hold a lantern in my hand, the flame flickering with every step as I carefully make my way across the creaky wooden floor, weaving through dusty tables, brittle palettes crusted with dried paint, and jars full of forgotten, hardened brushes. I reach the window and push it open. It creaks loudly, resisting me at first, before finally yielding. Light spills into the room in a rush, cutting through the gloom like a sword. It bounces off the glass jars, hits the white sheets and reveals more than I was prepared for. Cobwebs lace across the corners of the walls and dangle from the shelves like nature’s forgotten decorations. Dust particles float mid-air, dancing in the sunlight like they’ve been waiting for an audienc

E L E A N O RIt's dark. Everywhere is. Thick, heavy darkness wraps around everything like a suffocating blanket. From somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls, followed by the low hoot of an owl and the constant croaking of frogs. Each sound slices through the still night, sending chills racing down my spine. The wind brushes against my bare arms—cool, sharp, almost whispering.I glance down. My feet are bare, brushing over cold, damp soil. Leaves crunch softly beneath me, dry and brittle against the moist earth. The trees around me stretch endlessly toward the sky, their canopies clawing at the clouds, blocking out what little moonlight filters through. But there’s light—unusual, eerie.The air carries a reddish tint, like something out of a nightmare. I stumble toward a small puddle, drawn by the shimmer on its surface. My breath catches in my throat. Reflected in the water is the moon, but it isn’t silver or white.It’s red.Blood red.A deep, sickening shade that churns my stomach

A U T H O R “Please help me,” Perseus said, the words barely leaving his throat as it cracked with panic. He held Asmodeus back by the arm, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping him upright. “She’s gone through a miscarriage before. I can’t do this to her again. I can’t. There has to be a way.” Asmodeus let out a slow, tired sigh, one that made Perseus’ heart pound faster. Then, without a word, he gently peeled Perseus’ hand off him and walked toward the window. He closed the blinds, sealing them inside a room that suddenly felt like it was shrinking with every second. “There’s more to your wife than you know, Perseus. A lot more,” Asmodeus said as he crossed over to the door of his stall and shut it with a quiet finality. “Things even I’m just beginning to uncover.” Perseus dropped onto one of the stools at the counter, his eyes locked on Asmodeus, bloodshot and burning from everything he had seen, everything he feared. He felt like he was unraveling slowly—no, not slowly

E L E A N O RI can’t believe it. That he’d actually say those words to me. Here I am, pregnant with a child that could kill me—just like my mother—and he’s saying these things to me, just like my father did to her. It makes me sick. My mouth goes bitter, my stomach twisting into knots. I want to scream at him. I want to slap him hard enough to wipe that resigned look off his face. But then his voice trembles, and he’s staring at me like this isn’t something he wants to do, but something he thinks we have to do. What the hell am I even thinking? Keeping a child for my half-brother? A man I’m unfortunately married to? A dragon? How is this real? Were my visions true? Did Cassandra really have an affair with Thomas Black? The questions spin in my head, relentless, suffocating. “I don’t think I can keep up with this, Perseus.” The words slip out before I can stop them, but the weight inside me doesn’t lift. If anything, it only grows heavier. He steps closer, his hands trembling

Aurelialis, Fae Empire.Thomas flicked on the torch as he stepped through the portal, its harsh beam cutting through the dim glow of the Fae realm. With a heavy sigh, he swept the light across the sprawling empire of Aurelialis, its towering spires and twisting vines bathed in an eerie luminescence. The air hummed with magic, thick and cloying, pressing against his skin like an unwelcome touch. His gaze lingered on the scene before him, and a familiar weight settled in his chest. A memory surged forward—sharp, unbidden—a baby’s cry echoing in his mind, the child he had never held, only glimpsed through the cold window of the Fae Queen’s scrying portal. His jaw tightened. He blinked hard, forcing the image away, and resumed his march across the border. The torch flickered once before he switched it off, tossing it aside without a second thought. It clattered against the roots of an ancient tree, its purpose served. The Fae Queen’s letter had been clear—a summons, not a request. M