All Chapters of LUNAR BONDS: WHEN FATE DEFIES HIERARCHY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DAISYI burst into tears before throwing my arms around him.He holds me briefly. I can feel his heart beating rapidly, too fast and too irregular.He's dying, just as Grandma felt through their bond.The realization is a physical pain in my chest.He pulls away and leads me to a sheltered corner away from the fighting. It's behind the remains of what was once our community well.His movements are growing sluggish and his breathing is more labored with each step."Listen to me carefully, Daisy," he instructs, his voice weaker now."My end is here... but yours hasn't come. If it does... I'll sacrifice what's left of my life for you and your grandmother." Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, and his skin has taken on an ashen hue.He winces in pain as his hand goes to the silver embedded in his chest."She's in pain now... I can feel her through our bond. Listen, you must return to her and find a solution, a treatment, anything to help her bear my death. When mates have been bon

DAISYI lose track of time in Damian's arms. I'm aware only of his heartbeat steady on my cheek and the rhythm of his breathing.The strong cadence grounds me and gives me something to focus on besides the chaos and destruction surrounding us.I feel something soft being wrapped around my naked body. It's a large blanket that smells faintly of pine and cedar, like Damian himself.The fabric is thick and warm, immediately soothing on my skin that feels raw and hypersensitive from exposure and trauma.He carries me to the edge of the clearing and carefully leans me back on the trunk of a massive oak tree.The bark is rough through the blanket but there's comfort in its solidity. In the ancient strength of the tree that has witnessed countless seasons and will continue long after this night of horror is forgotten.Damian kneels before me. His powerful frame somehow made gentle as he cups my face in his hands.His thumbs move with delicate precision to wipe away the tears that continue to

DAISYShe smiles gently before crossing the room to sit beside me on the bed.The mattress dips slightly under her weight and I catch a whiff of her perfume. It's something light and floral that's a welcome change from the hospital smells."Dear Daisy, don't worry," she places her hand on my back and rubs small and comforting circles between my shoulder blades."It's all over now. You're safe here." Her touch is warm and motherly.I try to wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, embarrassed by my weakness in front of her.I'm so tired of crying, so exhausted by grief but the tears keep coming anyway as if my body is determined to expel all the pain through my eyes."Her vital signs are all good," the nurse says after checking the IV attached to my hand and making a note on the tablet she carries.She's middle-aged with kind eyes and gentle hands."She experienced severe shock, which is completely understandable given the circumstances. She's dehydrated and has minor smoke inhalat

DAISYThe implication is clear.She's suggesting that she and Damian shared something significant. Something I should feel threatened by but instead of jealousy, I feel only irritation at her transparent attempt to manipulate the situation."Melissa." Damian's voice contains a warning that would make most wolves cower.The single word carries the weight of promised consequences if she continues."Damian, wait," I say and then look directly at Melissa. "Did you come here just to mock me? Fine. Go ahead. You're right. I don't have a pack now. I am homeless. All I have left is Grandma and I might lose her too. I don't have anything anymore."I take a deep breath, finding strength I didn't know I had and my voice grows steadier with each word."But I do have one thing you'll never have, Melissa. My mate is an Alpha. And he chose me. Not you, despite whatever history you think you share. Me! So you can take your fake sympathy and your pathetic attempts to hurt me and leave. I've faced real

CATRINKevin's face transforms into something I rarely see.It's a look of pure contempt as all pretense of politeness vanishing as he stares at her. His usual easy-going demeanor is replaced by something harder and more dangerous."Did you come to make sure she was still alive? Well, unfortunately for you, your disappointment is still breathing." His words are clipped and harsh with each one delivered like a verbal slap.Melissa's eyes widen in genuine shock at Kevin's tone.Her carefully constructed mask slips to reveal the surprise underneath and for a moment she looks almost vulnerable.She quickly recovers, her features rearranging into a look of offended dignity."What do you mean, Kevin? Your tongue has grown quite bold lately. I don't recall giving you permission to speak to me that way." Her voice carries the imperious tone of someone used to being obeyed without question."Melissa," Kevin steps closer and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper that carries the unmistakable a