All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Blood Oath: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 101Derek’s POV The wastelands stretched endlessly before me like a barren land of dust and scrub, as it was under the pale light of dawn. The tires of my rugged vehicle chewed through the uneven terrain, kicking up clouds of dirt that clung to the windshield like a ghostly shroud. I had been driving for hours with the monotony of the journey only broken by the occasional creak of the old suspension or the distant howl of a lone wolf, likely a rogue patrolling its desolate territory.But my mind wasn’t on the road. It was on her.Even now, the memory of Layla’s last embrace lingered on my skin. The way her fingers had dug into my back, the warmth of her lips on mine and the tears she hadn’t shed but I’d felt swelling between us anyway. Every mile I put between us was another thread stretched thin and another ache in my chest.Come back to me in one piece.Her whispered plea replayed in my head like a haunting refrain.That was exactly why I wanted to leave without a dramatic

CHAPTER 103Author's POVThe dense forest air was full with the stench of damp earth from the recent rain amd unwashed bodies, and the metallic tang of blood which was both fresh and old. The rogues’ dwelling was a rough collection of makeshift shelters cobbled together from scavenged wood and torn tarps which were nestled deep in the shadows where no pack patrols dared to venture.Evelyn stepped forward with her heels sinking slightly into the damp soil and her crimson painted lips pressed into a cool smirk. Beside her Mord’s massive frame tensed with his dark eyes flicking between the shifting shapes in the darkness. Some of the rogues remained in wolf form which were hulking and matted furred beasts with gleaming eyes while others lingered in human form with their gaunt faces twisted in hunger.One of them which was a wiry male with yellowed teeth sniffed the air and crept too close.Mord’s protective growl shattered the silence loyally. "Back off. Show some respect to the Luna

CHAPTER 105Derek's POVThe scent hit me like a physical blow, a ghost from a past I had buried under mountains of duty and rage. It was her. Evelyn. My stepmother. The woman who had smiled at my father’s side for years before plunging a silver blade into his heart. The scent was faint, carried on the night wind, but it was unmistakably hers—a cloying mix of expensive perfume and the underlying, bitter tang of a wolf who had forsaken her pack.Every muscle in my body coiled. My hands clenched the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, the cheap plastic groaning under the pressure. Vengeance, hot and immediate, screamed through my veins. She was close. After all these years of searching, of hunting, she was right there, just beyond the treeline. The rogues chasing me, the mission, Saraphina’s cryptic pronouncements—it all faded into a roaring haze. All that mattered was sinking my claws into the woman who had destroyed my family.My foot hovered over the brake, ready to slam

CHAPTER 107Layla's POVFrom the deep shadows of the forest, a figure emerged. He wasn’t one of the soldiers in the formation ahead; he was alone, moving with a predator’s confidence. A heavy-duty rifle rested in his hands, its stock settled against his shoulder, the barrel aimed squarely at my chest. The fading light caught the unmistakable, chilling glint of the bullets loaded in its magazine. Silver.My muscles coiled, every instinct screaming to lunge, to shift, to become a blur of fur and fang that he couldn't possibly track. Before the thought could fully form, he spoke again, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.“I wouldn’t.” He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the rifle never wavering. “I know what you are. I know how fast you can be. But I’m faster. Go on. Test my reflexes. Give me a reason to put one of these silver slugs through your heart.”A primal rage, hot and fierce, surged through me. He was baiting me, daring me. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging int

CHAPTER 109Layla's POVThe shove was brutal, sending me stumbling forward onto the cold, damp stone of the dungeon floor. I caught myself on my hands and knees, the impact jarring my bones, the stench of mildew and despair filling my lungs. Behind me, Clara cried out as she was thrown in with less care, landing in a heap beside me. The heavy iron door slammed shut with a deafening clang, the sound of the bolt sliding home echoing like a death sentence.Two guards remained inside the cell with us, their silhouettes stark against the flickering torchlight from the corridor. Their shadows danced on the walls like monstrous puppets.“Get up,” one of them growled, his voice a low rumble. He nudged my shoulder with the toe of his boot. I pushed myself up, pulling a trembling Clara to her feet behind me, shielding her with my body. Her fingers dug into my arm, her fear a palpable thing coiling in the small space.“Strip them of any valuables,” the first guard ordered his partner. “The Alph