All Chapters of When The Moon Remembers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elara Moonstone My mind was set on one thing: making sure that the news of Rowan's death was true. It didn't make any sense; I wanted to go straight to the pack, but I decided to see Ceci instead. She was a seer, so she should have answers to some of the questions that I had, especially since my dream and the reality turned out to be two different things. When I got to her apartment, it was unusually quiet and still. With shaky hands, still devastated by the news of Rowan's death, I knocked on the unfamiliar door. There was no response. I looked around the house, but it was obvious that someone was inside. One of the windows to the bedroom had been left open. I looked around to make sure no one was around to give me questioning looks before I kicked off my shoes and made my way in. The smell of tea hit my nose, and I felt a wave of nausea hit me. There was a figure seated on the couch in the living room, but it didn't move, even though I made a lot of noise coming in. "I know it's

Elara Moonstone Zara was dead. The only lead we had as regards the true identity of her heavily veiled cousin. My hands froze as I struggled with the news: someone that I was talking to a few hours ago was now being lowered into the grave in a quick and emotionless ceremony. Antonio wasn't awake yet, even though when the doctor came, he said that he had really improved. Luca held my hands as we both watched the men fill up the grave with sand after lowering Zara's body into it. "Elara?" Maera whispered. "Yes?" I answered, equally in a hush. "The doctor just texted me that Antonio was awake, and he was asking for the king, his brother" she whispered, and I turned to look at her from where I sat. "Yes, he just called me now, as he has tried to reach the king directly" she said, and I noticed the continuous buzzing of Luca's phone, but he didn't even bother to check. "You can go ahead of us; I'll join you with the king right after this" I said, and I whispered what we had discussed

King Luca "Now is not the time for this! And who even said that you could come here?" I yelled at the figure in front of me as her defiant eyes stared at me. "You are the father of this baby I am carrying. The earlier you start telling your wife of what has happened before she comes, the better for you and me," she fired at me. Theresa and I had a thing. It was more than a thing while it lasted, but all of that came to an end from the first time I set my eyes on Elara. She was the woman I was going to get married to. Theresa Bradford. The daughter of the Alpha of the Luscious Pack. We met about three years ago, when she had assured me that she wanted a marriage in name only. I told her that I couldn't give her that, as I had even given up on love, but she wasn't having it. Now, with a lot on my plate to handle, she showed up with a bulging belly, claiming that she was pregnant for me. I hated how this was turning out, and I had to start hiding her from Elara to avoid Elara, my tr

Elara Moonstone It was barely dawn when I snuck out of the palace, my conversation with Luca had kept me awake for most of the night, and the anxiety of what I was going to do today filled my head. It was one thing to do something that everyone could know about and support, but what I was doing was different. Rowan could refuse my help, even though I wasn't doing it for him; I couldn't risk having Lyra as the only ruler of the pack. Zara's brother will point us in the right direction, as he is the only one now who can say he knows her. I wore my cloak and covered myself with a medical mask to hide my identity. I knew the way too well, but getting the car right now would mean that I might wake Luca up and face another round of suspicion.I wanted to go to Maera and inform her, but it was still too much risk for me to take. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and melted into the dark forest that linked the kingdom with other packs. It was still very dark, but I navigated my way thro

King Luca I didn't sleep well, even though I slept for quite a while, which was not even something natural for me to do. I hated fighting with Elara; it dents my day and makes me unhappy. Dragging my robe from the bedside table, I put it on, and soon I was plopping my way to the rooms she could have possibly slept in. The guards greeted me on my way. I nodded to acknowledge their greetings, but my mind was on only one thing. Find Elara and pacify her. She had seemed so heartbroken that I could still hear the silent crack of her heart when I was acting like an ass to her. Eventually, I got to the last vacant room on the royal floor; she had to be in this one. I prepared myself to meet her, ready to take whatever punishment she would dish out to soothe her. After knocking twice, I waited for her to answer, but there was no answer. I pushed the door open and was met with yet another vacant room. A maid emerged from one of the rooms, cleaning supplies in hand, so I hurried to her. She