All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Blood Oath: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121Daven's POVAs I watched Luna Evelyn, I saw it a flicker, a shadow that crossed her features so swiftly that a less observant man might have missed it. Her carefully constructed mask of calm slipped for a fraction of a second, revealing a deep, chilling unease. It was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a patronizing, dismissive smile that did not reach her eyes.“The Great Uprising?” she repeated, her voice a soft, airy thing that grated on my raw nerves. She gave a little laugh, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. “Alpha Daven, you must understand, stories like that are a dime a dozen around Bloodwood territory. They're boogeyman tales, things mothers whisper to their pups to frighten them into behaving. 'Finish your dinner, or the Death Goddess will rise and claim you.' It’s a myth. A piece of dark folklore, nothing more.”Her words were meant to be soothing, to paint me as a high-strung Alpha spooked by children's ghost stories. But I had seen the sha

CHAPTER 123Daisy's POV“You audacious whelp!” Councilor Londonderry’s voice, usually a measured baritone, cracked with outrage. “This is treason! You cannot simply declare yourself! Daven—”“Daven is dead.” I cut him off, my voice steady, betraying none of the exhilarating thrum of power that surged through my veins. “I already told you.”“And you expect us to simply accept this preposterous claim?” Alpha Arthur roared, his chair scraping back as he took a menacing step forward. His eyes, usually a placid grey, blazed with fury. “You murdered our Alpha! Our leader! Beta Cyrax, what is the meaning of this charade? Arrest this—”Beta Cyrax, his face a mask of conflict, stood frozen, caught between the instinct to obey a direct challenge to the pack hierarchy and the stark reality of my confession. His eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and dawning horror, were fixed on me. “Luna Daisy.” he began, his voice strained, “what have you done? You cannot—”“I not only can, Beta Cyrax, I have

CHAPTER 125Layla's POV“She was here, Luna. Just moments ago,” Emma’s voice was a ragged whisper, her gaze fixed on a point beyond me, as if Evelyn’s spectral presence still lingered in the air. “She shifted into one of the pack guards. A male, older, with a jagged scar over his left eye. He just… walked in. My door was locked, Luna, I swear, but it was as if the lock simply… ceased to exist for her. She sat on my bed, calm as if she were a long-lost aunt come for a visit, not the monstrous creature who murdered my father.”My blood ran cold. Evelyn. Here. Inside the pack house. My mind reeled, grappling with the sheer audacity, the terrifying implications. “A guard?” I managed, my voice thin. “She disguised herself as one of our own? Emma, what did she want? What did she say to you?”Emma trembled, pressing her hands to her temples. “She said… she knew. She knew I had spoken to you. Known I was trying to help. She called me a traitor to my blood, a disappointment, a fool for sidin

CHAPTER 127Author's POVThe air ripped, tearing itself apart in a violent, inky vortex. One moment, Evelyn was the very essence of a swirling, hateful cloud, barely contained, then the next, solid ground bruised her boots. The transition was brutal. The earth beneath her felt distant, yet sickeningly close, and the raw, untamed scent of pine and damp earth assaulted her senses. Beside her, another form materialized, solidifying with a wet, grotesque sound.Mord hit the forest floor with a breathless grunt. His body convulsed, a violent heave that emptied his stomach onto the moss-covered ground. The poor bastard wasn’t built for such abrupt, magical translocations, his human form still too fragile, too unaccustomed to the raw energy of the dark arts. He coughed, gagged, and retched again, a pathetic, visceral sound that grated on Evelyn’s frayed nerves.“Damn it, Mord! Pull yourself together,” Evelyn snapped, her voice a low growl, laced with a frustration that had nothing to do wi

CHAPTER 129Author's POVThe faint scent of pine needles and damp earth clung to the air, a natural perfume that brought no comfort to Mord. He walked a pace behind Evelyn, Axel a mocking shadow to her other side. His jaw was tight, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. Every step deeper into Evergreen territory felt like a betrayal of instinct, a march into a snare. His gaze flickered to Evelyn’s back, then to Axel, who hummed a tuneless, irritating melody. The anger simmered low, a familiar companion, but beneath it, a coil of unease tightened.“We need to speak,” Mord said, his voice a low growl that cut through the superficial peace of the forest. He didn’t wait for an answer, simply stopped, his large frame blocking Evelyn’s path.Evelyn, accustomed to his bluntness, halted. Her brow arched, a silent question. “Oh? And what weighty matter demands such an urgent stop, Mord?” Her tone was light, but there was an edge that warned him.“Privately,” he added, his eyes flicking to Axel,