All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Blood Oath: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 131Layla's POVFrom my window, the grand arched panes usually offered a vista of tranquil forest and the bustling heart of Bloodwood; now, they framed a tableau of controlled chaos. Below, the courtyard was a churning ant-hill, soldiers moving like automatons, their faces grim shadows beneath the flickering torchlight. Every movement was sharp, precise, steeped in a desperate rhythm. Boots pounded on ancient stone, the clatter of weapons echoed against the castle walls, and the low, guttural commands of officers sliced through the rising wind.I watched them, my fingers clenching the cool stone of the sill, a knot of ice forming in my gut. They were magnificent, my pack warriors. Each wolf, a fierce protector, now encased in hardened leather and metal, their weapons gleaming dully. I saw them strapping on pouches heavy with silver-laced bullets, special ammunition forged for werewolves, but I knew, with a sickening certainty, that even these most potent tools would be usel

CHAPTER 133Author's POVEvelyn stood on a rise, her silhouette sharp against the bruised pre-dawn sky, her gaze fixed on the unfolding carnage below. The Bloodwood warriors, once proud and disciplined, now shattered into desperate fragments, were being systematically torn apart by the very packmates they’d once called brothers, twisted and enslaved by Evelyn’s dark magic. A slow, stretching smile, colder than the morning mist, peeled back her lips, revealing teeth as sharp as her ambition. It was a grin of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. Layla’s forces, once formidable, now buckled under the onslaught of their own brethren, their wolf forms contorted by Evelyn’s hexes, minds clouded by unholy command. One by one, their lines crumbled, their howls of defiance turning into whimpers of defeat.“A magnificent display, My Queen.” Mord’s voice, a low rumble of satisfaction, broke the near-silence behind her. He stood like a monolith, his massive frame a shadow anchoring her victory. “Th

CHAPTER 135Layla's POVMy heart, already a bruised drum in my chest, leaped with a fresh, desperate hope. Reinforcements. Real reinforcements. The silver tide that had begun to trickle in from the south now surged, a torrent of armored forms, their howls ripping through the smoke-choked air. From the west, a deep, resonant roar Derek’s roar, unmistakable even through the chaos heralded the arrival of the Snowrest Pack.“They’re here, My Queen!” Rowan’s voice, hoarse but jubilant, cut through the din. He stood a breath away, sword still dripping from his last kill, his eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. “Just as he promised!”I could only nod, my throat tight. The sight of them hundreds, thousands, pouring into the city like a cleansing flood was almost too much to bear. They moved with a disciplined ferocity that my dwindling, weary warriors could only dream of. Swords flashed, spears pierced, and arrows rained down in deadly volleys. For so long, we had fough

CHAPTER 137Layla's POVThe killing blow was poised, the very air vibrating with the malevolent power that coursed through my veins, Malkin’s will a roar in my mind. Derek lay broken, his eyes locked on mine, a silent plea that seemed to pierce through the goddess’s control. “I love you, Layla,” he’d whispered, and those words, so raw and true, were the first crack in the iron grip around my soul.A flicker, then a torrent. The memories hit me like a physical force, images flashing behind my eyes, not of power or conquest, but of warmth, of peace. Derek’s hand in mine as we walked through the sun-dappled forest, his easy laugh echoing through the trees. The first time he truly looked at me, not as the abandoned girl, but as his fated mate. His lips, warm and gentle, pressing against mine under the moonlight, a promise in every touch. The way he held me close, chasing away the shadows of my past, whispering words of safety and belonging. His unwavering belief in me, even when I doub

CHAPTER 139Layla's POVThe grand council chambers of the Bloodwood Pack House buzzed with a nervous energy that was almost palpable. The room, usually reserved for the most solemn of occasions, was filled to capacity. Alphas from the allied packs, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and grim determination, occupied the inner circle of seats. Behind them, the revered Council Elders, their expressions grave, sat with an air of ancient wisdom. In the very back, a scattering of Beta's and trusted warriors stood, silent witnesses to the unfolding history. The air was thick with the scent of pine and old parchment, mingled with the earthy aroma of dozens of powerful wolves.Derek and I entered together, a phalanx of guards silently parting before us. As we reached the raised dais at the head of the room, a hush fell, the murmuring dying down to an expectant silence. Every eye in the room was on us. On him, the victorious Alpha King. And on me, the Luna Queen who had banished a goddess.