All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Blood Oath: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 112Derek's POVThe name hung in the air between us, a catalyst that shattered the man’s composure into a thousand jagged pieces. The dismissive calm he’d worn like a second skin evaporated, replaced by a raw, visceral shock that widened his piercing blue eyes. Dread, cold and absolute, chased the surprise across his face. He stared at me, not as a challenger or a nuisance, but as if I were a ghost bearing tidings from a world he had long since buried.“Saraphina,” he breathed, the name a ragged whisper torn from his throat. “She sent you? To stop the uprising?”I nodded, my body aching from our fight, my breath still coming in short, sharp bursts. “She did. She said the fate of all packs depends on it. That I had to reach Snowrest.”He took a half-step back, his gaze sweeping over me, reassessing everything he thought he knew. The warrior’s stance melted away, replaced by an urgency that crackled in the frozen air. He looked past me, toward the treacherous path I had yet t

CHAPTER 114Layla's POVI collapsed forward, my knees hitting the damp forest floor with a thud. My hands, my real hands, flew to my face, feeling the familiar contours of my cheeks, my nose, my lips. The coppery tang of blood was thick on my tongue, a gruesome reminder of what these hands had just done. What she had done, using me as a puppet.“My Queen.”Clara’s voice was a lifeline. I looked up, my vision swimming, and saw her kneeling in front of me, her face pale with fear but her eyes steady. Her hand was still near my wrist, the one that had snapped the bracelet back into place.“Clara,” I croaked, my throat raw. The words felt heavy, inadequate. “Thank you. You… you saved me.”“Always, Layla,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She helped me to my feet, her arm a sturdy support around my waist as my legs trembled, threatening to give out. The world felt unsteady, tilted on its axis.The faint, ethereal whisper of the Moon Goddess, the one who had praised my ‘mission

CHAPTER 116Derek's POVThe great hall fell into a hush, the crackling of the central fire the only sound to fill the space left by Valerius’s words. My gaze remained locked on Cane, the man I had trekked beside for three grueling days. The rugged guide, the gruff mountain wolf, the one who had watched me nearly fall to my death a dozen times. Alpha Cane. The very leader I had sought. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. Of course. The Moon Goddess did enjoy her little ironies.My jaw worked for a moment before I found my voice. “You're the Alpha?” I asked, the words feeling foolish and redundant as soon as they left my mouth.Cane’s lips curved into a wry, knowing smile. He stepped down from the dais, his presence suddenly filling the room in a way it hadn’t in the wilderness. There, he had been a part of the mountain. Here, he was the mountain. “Were you expecting someone older? More… stately, perhaps?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that resonated with authority. He stopped befor

CHAPTER 118Derek's POVThe music had died the moment my boots crossed the threshold. A hundred conversations stuttered into silence. A hundred pairs of eyes, once filled with cheer and wine, were now fixed on me, wide with shock and confusion. I ignored them all, my gaze locked on the one man who mattered. Alpha Cane sat at the head of the great table, his expression unreadable, a statue carved from mountain stone.My footsteps echoed in the sudden, cavernous silence of the hall. Liora was a ghost behind me, her sobs muffled, and Saraphina was a shadow at her side, her presence a cold weight in the air. I didn't care about their divine plans or their tearful regrets. All I saw was the calculated calm in Alpha Cane’s eyes, the quiet acknowledgment of a secret he had kept far too long.He raised a single hand, not in greeting, but in command. His voice, when it came, was not a shout, but it carried the absolute authority of his station, cutting through the thick tension like a honed

CHAPTER 120Daven's POV“It wasn’t her, Daisy! How many times must I say it? That thing that stood in the dungeon, surrounded by the bodies of my best men… that was not Layla.”Daisy stood opposite me, her arms crossed tight against her chest, a statue of righteous fury. Her beautiful face, the face I had fought a war to reclaim, was twisted into a mask of contempt. “Excuses, Daven. Pathetic excuses from a man who got thrown against a wall and now fears a rematch.”“Fear?” I laughed, a harsh, humorless bark. “I felt her hand on my throat. I saw her toss men twice her size like they were training dummies. There was no effort, no strain. Just… power. Unnatural power. And her voice…” I trailed off, the memory sending a tremor through me. I ran a hand through my hair, the strands catching on my sweat-slicked skin. “It was like listening to the grave itself speak. She talked of a Death Goddess, of an uprising. She wasn't threatening me, Daisy, she was warning me. We are fighting the wrong