All Chapters of Dragon Born Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kiara A sharp pain in my ribs jerked me from sleep. "Ow! What the—" I swatted blindly at the assault, my hand connecting with something bony. Julise's elbow, apparently. "Get up." Her whisper was urgent, closer to a hiss. Moonlight streamed through the narrow window, casting her face in eerie silver shadows. "We have about two hours before the kitchen staff starts moving." I rubbed my eyes, crusted with sleep. The stone floor was icy under my bare feet. "Julise, it's still nighttime." "That's the point." She thrust a bundle of dark fabric at me. "Put these on. And wipe that drool off your face." I scrubbed at my mouth with the back of my hand. "I don't drool." "You do when you sleep on your stomach like a dead fish." She was already dressed in form-fitting black. I shook out the clothes—men's trousers and a tight-fitting tunic. "Where'd you get these?" "Stole them from the laundry." "From the—" I gaped at her. "Since when did you decide to make a habit

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Kiara I didn’t volunteer to serve Ryden. Not at first. After the masquerade, the palace went quiet. Not peaceful quiet. Suspicious quiet. The kind that made your skin itch and the guards start patrolling in pairs, eyes darting like they expected someone to come crawling out of the walls. Julise kept her head down. She’d been avoiding me since dawn after the heist and the confession, keeping herself busy cataloging, commanding, chopping, washing—things she normally handed off to someone else with a flick of her wrist. It was as if she’d taken every ounce of her fear, her guilt, her tension, and shoved it into the callouses of her palms. And me? I gave her space. After my third failed attempt at conversation and her flinching at my voice like it stung, I stopped trying. She seemed like she needed the silence. Like maybe the weight of what we’d done—the scrolls, the theft, the ancient bloodlines tangled in our names—had finally caught up to her. The scrolls and books we’d take

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Kiara One week into my new life as Ryden’s taster, my morning began with a pillow to the face. “Wake up, disaster,” Julise hissed, looming over me like a smug shadow. My eyes cracked open to find her already dressed—black leggings, fitted boots, and a sleeveless tunic that looked way too tailored to be hers. The palace insignia stitched into the collar gave it away. Definitely stolen from a guard. I groaned, dragging the blanket back over my head. “Why are you like this?” “Because someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself killed in a corset.” I peeked out. “I’m not wearing a corset.” “Yet.” Her smirk widened. “Now get up. It’s still dark. Perfect time for training.” I threw the pillow at her. She caught it. Effortlessly. Of course. “It’s not even dawn,” I mumbled into the blanket. “Exactly. Nobody’s around. No one to eavesdrop. No one to interrupt.” I grumbled, but I got up. The wine cellar under the east wing was just as creepy as I remembered. The walls

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RydenI didn’t hire her because she was competent. I didn’t even hire her because I trusted her. I hired her because she didn’t flinch. The others flinched. They all did. Even the soldiers. Especially the servants. It’s the instinct of prey when it smells blood in the air. When it senses a predator too close. But not her.Not her.When she walked into my chambers with a tray of roast duck and jasmine rice, she looked me in the eye like she could read the weight of every order I’d given. Every death I’d signed. She mocked me with the same mouth that should have been begging. And when I told her to taste the food, she did it without hesitation.Worse: she smiled.It should have annoyed me. That’s what I kept telling myself. That it was irritation. Suspicion. A need for control. That was the only way I could explain it, the reason I watched her so closely, the reason I told the guards to write her name down even before we had any real proof.Mira. That’s what she called hersel

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Ryden The second time she woke, it lasted less than thirty seconds. I'd been reviewing supply reports at the bedside table I'd taken to working from when the faintest rustle of sheets caught my attention. Her fingers twitched against the embroidered coverlet first - just the smallest flex of tendons beneath too-pale skin. Then her throat worked, a dry swallow that made my own throat tighten in response. "Mira?" I was beside her in an instant, the chair scraping loudly against the stone. Her eyelids fluttered like wounded birds, lashes casting shadows across cheeks that had lost their usual golden undertones. The fever still held her, painting her skin with an unnatural flush. When her lips parted, the sound that emerged was barely human - a cracked whisper that might have been my name or might have been a curse. Her pupils were dilated black pools, the familiar amber of her irises nearly swallowed whole. Then she was gone again, sinking back into whatever dark waters held he

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ryden The seventh morning dawned like the six before it. Gray light creeping through the gaps in the heavy velvet drapes, the distant murmur of the palace stirring to life far below. I sat hunched at the writing desk near the window, another sleepless night folded across my shoulders like a worn cloak. The supply manifest before me may as well have been written in an archaic script for all the meaning I could extract from its blurred lines. Rows of figures bled together, numbers swimming drunkenly before my strained eyes. I rubbed at the tightness in my neck, rolling my shoulders to ease the knots that had taken up permanent residence. The chair beneath me, unforgiving and splintered, had become an unwelcome companion these past days. I had refused anything softer. Comfort was a luxury I neither deserved nor trusted; discomfort helped keep me alert when exhaustion tried to seduce me. The room reeked of healing and sickness, also of the rosewater and lavender that was used to was

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Kiara Consciousness returned in slow, painful waves, each pulse of awareness bringing with it new aches. My tongue felt thick and foreign in my mouth, the bitter aftertaste of medicine clinging to my teeth. The first coherent thought that surfaced through the fog was about scent, cedar and steel and something wild, something unmistakably Ryden , so deeply embedded in the pillows beneath me that I might as well have been buried in his arms. My stomach twisted before my mind fully processed the implications. His bed. Not just his chambers. His actual bed. I tried to sit up, but my body screamed in protest, muscles I didn't know I had making themselves known in sharp, stabbing complaints. The movement disturbed the mountain of blankets someone, he? , had piled over me with almost obsessive care. The idea of Ryden tucking me in like some fragile thing should have infuriated me. Instead, warmth pooled low in my stomach, traitorous and unwelcome. A rustling sound drew my attentio

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CHAPTER NINETEEN

Kiara The sound of someone aggressively rearranging furniture startled me awake. I bolted upright in the unfamiliar bed, my hand instinctively reaching for the knife I kept under my pillow, except this pillow had no knife, because this wasn't my room in the servants' quarters. Sunlight streamed through windows twice as tall as me, illuminating the lavish chambers Ryden had assigned me after the poisoning. Julise stood in the center of the room, hands on her hips, surveying a heavy oak wardrobe she'd apparently dragged across the floor. Dust motes swirled in the morning light around her, settling on her practical leather boots and the hem of her kitchen shift. "You're alive," she announced without turning around. "Good. Help me with this." I blinked sleep from my eyes, my body still aching from the remnants of poison. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" She grunted as she gave the wardrobe another shove. "Moving in. Obviously." I swung my legs over the side of

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CHAPTER TWENTY

Kiara The dressing room reeked of roses, overpowering, cloying, like someone had drowned the air in perfume to mask the stench of desperation beneath it. Fourteen girls stood in clusters, their jewel-toned gowns shimmering under the flickering chandeliers. Some whispered behind feathered fans, their eyes darting toward me like knives looking for a back to sink into. Others didn’t bother hiding their disdain, their lips curling as they took in my presence. Some couldn't even be bothered to look at me. I was the last to arrive. The outsider. The scandal. The servant who’d somehow earned the Alpha’s attention. Julise played the role of my assigned attendant, her fingers deft as she adjusted the silver embroidery along my bodice. The midnight blue gown clung to my frame, the fabric heavy with beading that caught the light like scattered stars. "You look like nobility," she muttered under her breath as she secured a loose pin in my braid. "Now act like you belong here." I met m

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