All Chapters of Claiming his Runaway Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Whispers of the CrowThe blade pressed against my throat before I even noticed the shadow’s movement. Cold steel, cooler than the night air, bit against my skin. I didn’t flinch. Fear had no place here, not when Elara stood behind me, her breath shallow and shaky. “You should not have followed me,” I said slowly, my eyes locked on the person covered in black. A low laugh left the shadow, harsh like gravel dragged across stone. “I followed you once, Lucian. Remember? But this time, I was paid to kill.” The voice hit me like a blowfamiliar, sharp, laced with memory. My chest tightened. “Kael.” The hood fell back, and there he was. His hair longer, face harder, scar cutting across his chin. Once my friend, once my brother in guns. Now, the glint in his eyes told me he had crossed into something darker. Elara’s voice shook from behind me. “You… know him?” Kael smirked. “Oh, he knows me well. Perhaps too well. He knows the things he’s tried to bury.” “Lower your blade

The Feather’s JudgmentIt hurt like fire and was as sharp as steel when it hit my skin. Even though I dropped it, the light didn't go out. Instead, it glowed, living, as if it had been waiting for this moment."Elara, take a step back!" I yelled, but I was so scared that my voice cracked.She shook her head, and the feather's reflection made her eyes look wide and a little bright. "It's calling me..." "Why is it calling me?"We could feel the ground shaking, and the frost was breaking through our boots. When I felt the urge to protect her, I grabbed her and ran, but the feather spun in the air like it had its own mind."Don't move, Elara." My tone was sharp, authoritative. I tried to sound like I had control, but inside I was sinking. Because I knew this was not just magic. This was judgment.She whispered, barely audible, “It hurts when I look at it… it feels like it knows me.”“It’s not knowing you,” I mumbled, moving closer despite the burn scorching my hand every time I reached fo

Stormbound DesiresThe storm roared outside like the world itself was breaking apart. Rain slammed against the roof, lightning ripped across the sky, and the cabin’s wooden beams groaned as if they might give way any second. Inside, it was only the two of us breathing the same air, standing too close to a fire that could never burn as hot as what sparked between us.“You’re trembling.” His voice cut through the crackle of the flames. His hand hovered near me, uncertain, like he was afraid touching me would ruin everything.“I’m not trembling because of the cold,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to hear.But of course he did. He always did. His gaze locked on mine, dark and consuming, searching me like he could read the truth I was trying so hard to hide.“Then tell me why.” His words were low, forceful, but softer than before like silk wrapped around steel.I looked away, pulling the thin blanket tighter around me. My clothes were still damp from the storm, sticking

Chains of the PastThe fire cracked low in the hearth, but the room felt colder than the storm raging outside. Elara’s sleeve slipped down her arm, and the cursed brand glowed faintly against her pale skin. My chest tightened at the sight of the mark I had prayed she would never see, the truth I had sworn to bury with my sins.Her voice shattered the silence.“Tell me what this means. Don’t you dare lie to me.”I wanted to turn away, to buy myself another moment before I lost her completely. But she was relentless, her eyes burning into me with both fury and fear.“Elara… that mark is not random.” My throat felt raw, words dragging out like blood from a wound. “It ties you to the Crow Brotherhood. They”Her breath caught, and she staggered back. “No. No, that’s impossible. I don’t even know them. Why would I” She broke off, shaking her head as if denial could erase it.I took a step toward her, desperate. “Because I made a deal.”Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Then, slowly, h

A Lover’s WarThe castle gates shook under the force of his strike. Steel bent like paper. Torches burned red against the night sky, shadows stretching like hungry dogs across the blood-stained snow. His chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, each breath driven not by tiredness but by anger. “Where is she?” His voice cut like a blade. “Where is Elara?” No one answered. Only the howl of the wind answered, bringing the scent of smoke and iron. But he didn’t wait for answers. He was done with waiting. The first guard lunged at him with a stick. Lucian caught it mid-thrust, snapped it in two, and drove the sharp end into the man’s chest. Blood sprayed, warm against the cold air. Another came from behind, yelling, sword raised. Lucian turned, his own blade cutting through the man’s throat. People's bodies fell. The fortress filled with screams. His rage gave him strength, but beneath the anger was fearfear that he was too late, fear that she was gone, fear that the Brotherh