Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MOON'S FORBIDDEN MATE: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Lily tumbled through the unstable portal with Callum, light warping and tearing around them like fractured glass. They landed hard on damp earth, breathless and shaken.The sky above was black. It was not the comforting kind of night but the kind of darkness that swallowed stars and silenced crickets. A forest surrounded them, thick with fog and cold air that clung to their skin like wet cloth.Callum rose first, eyes flashing golden as he sniffed the air.“Where are we?” Lily asked, coughing.Callum’s expression darkened. “Not Bloodmoon. And definitely not the Sanctuary.”Lily looked around, trying to get her bearings. The trees were tall and twisted, their branches clawing at the sky. In the distance, something howled. A sound that wasn’t quite wolf, wasn’t quite human.“We need to move,” Callum said. “This place feels… wrong.”They ran, weaving through the foggy woods, ducking beneath hanging moss and jumping over gnarled roots. The forest was disorienting, the air thick with a kin

The sky had turned into a swirl of black and crimson, thick clouds spiraling like a storm summoned by rage itself. As the forest quaked under the weight of Alistair’s threat, Severed Pack warriors scrambled into silent, precise, deadly positions. Yet even with all their strength, Lily could sense it.This wasn’t a battle they could win.Not without loss.Callum wrapped an arm around Lily’s waist, keeping her steady as the ground beneath their feet pulsed with dark energy. The voice that had echoed moments ago, it wasn’t just a threat. It was a declaration. Alistair had changed.No longer the King she once knew. No longer merely the cunning ruler of the Blood moon Pack.Something else now lived inside him.“He’s fused with it,” Lily whispered, her eyes wide. “The Wyrm. He let it in.”Callum’s jaw clenched. “He made himself a vessel.”A sharp whistle broke through the chaos as Nima returned, her teal eyes glowing with fury.“We need to move....... NOW,” she ordered, grabbing a satchel o

The first snow of the season dusted the rooftops of the Bloodmoon Pack, turning the once-bloodied soil into a soft white sheet that concealed the scars of war. But no snow could cover the tension that now crackled through the air like static.The battle was over. Alistair was dead. The temple had fallen.But peace? Peace was still far away.Lily stirred from a restless sleep, her dreams haunted by golden eyes and slithering shadows. The Wyrm’s voice still echoed in her mind. It was faint, cold, patient.“The child… will belong to me.”She placed her hand over her stomach as she sat up in bed. Her fingers trembled.It had been three days since their return from the temple ruins. In that time, Callum had taken the leadership role without claiming the title of Alpha. Not yet. He said he needed the blessing of the Council first.Lily wasn’t so sure the Council would give it.Not to a prince who had defied the king.Not to a woman who was technically the Luna of a dead ruler… and also carr

The Hall of Judgement had never been so silent.Even after the Council dismissed the gathering and declared that King Alistair’s "return" would be discussed behind closed doors, no one moved. Not the guards. Not the Elders. Not Callum, whose hand still clutched Lily’s like she might vanish again. And certainly not Lily, who kept staring at the spot where Alistair had stood. She couldn't believe he was alive, flesh and bone, looking barely aged, yet cloaked in shadows older than time.He was alive.Alive.It made no sense. Lily had seen the funeral pyre. She had watched the flames consume the King's body....... Or what she thought was his body. Now, standing at the very heart of the pack’s highest law, he had returned with eyes that gleamed with unreadable knowledge and a voice that sent chills down her spine.He didn’t even try to explain.“Not here,” was all he had said, and then he vanished again behind the obsidian doors with the rest of the Council.Callum was the first to speak a

The next morning, the Council summoned them again.Callum didn’t want to go. Neither did Lily. But their refusal will mean defiance, and defiance meant war. The pack was already teetering on the edge as some wanted Callum to rise, others whispered that Alistair’s return was a sign to restore the old order.No one knew where the king had gone.And Lily wasn’t telling.Not yet.They entered the Hall of Judgement together, side by side. The same cold air, the same obsidian stone underfoot, but now it felt different. More eyes. More suspicion.The Elders stood cloaked in ceremonial crimson. This time, their wolf masks were etched with moonstone which signifies an omen of reckoning.Elder Varion stepped forward. “You’ve both been summoned for a binding.”Callum’s voice was calm. “What kind of binding?”“A blood oath,” Varion replied. “Between you and the child.”Lily blinked. “That’s ancient magic. It hasn’t been used since......”“Since kings were crowned and gods still walked among us?”