All Chapters of Finding their Luna at an all boys school: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CASSIDANFor a heartbeat, everything was silent. The forest, the moon, the air—it all held its breath.Then Kael snapped.“No,” he rasped, shaking his head, his claws retracting halfway, body still twitching from the shift. “No, no, no. This—this is wrong.”He looked down at her—at Riven—lying limp in his arms, her hair spilled across his shoulder, her scent curling through the air like smoke and sin. His chest rose and fell fast, the vein in his neck pulsing like a live wire.“She’s our mate?” His laugh was hollow. “You hear how ridiculous that sounds? A boy—our classmate—turns out to be a girl and that girl just happens to be fated to all three of us? Convenient.”Damon stepped closer, his breathing still uneven. “Kael—”“No.” Kael’s voice cracked like lightning. “Don’t say my name like that. You felt it too, didn’t you? That pull in your chest? That pain in your bones? That’s not the Moon blessing us, Damon—that’s the curse tightening around our throats and the fact I’ve been screa

RIVENThe first thing I tasted was blood.It was thick on my tongue, metallic, stubborn. I coughed, my body jerking upright before a hand pressed me back down. The air was damp, the light dim, and everything smelled like smoke and rain-soaked dirt.Shapes moved around me. Three of them.My heartbeat thudded fast and loud. My eyes adjusted to the flicker of a weak lantern—Cassidan crouched near the fire, Damon beside me, and Kael, pacing like a caged wolf.For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Then Kael turned, and the look on his face made my stomach twist.“What…” My voice cracked. “What happened?”Cassidan straightened. “You fainted after the fight. Lost a lot of blood.”“Where—” I blinked, trying to sit up again. Damon pushed a hand to my shoulder.“Don’t move. You’re lucky to be alive.”Alive. The word didn’t feel real.I glanced down. Kael’s jacket was wrapped around me. My shirt was gone—bandages covered my chest and side. That realization hit like ice. My throat closed.They

RIVEN The fire had died to a red glow by the time they left me alone. Their voices still echoed long after the door closed—Kael’s sharp, Cassidan’s low, Damon’s quiet and tired. I sat there, pretending to breathe evenly, pretending the world wasn’t spinning. My throat still burned from speaking. My side ached. But the worst pain came from the silence they left behind. I pulled Kael’s jacket tighter around me. His scent thick. It should not have been comforting, but it was. I shrugged it off of me. Not anymore. He’d looked at me like I was something dangerous. Something that didn’t belong. I wasn’t sure he was wrong. My hand brushed the bandages at my ribs. Still damp. Still warm. Cassidan had said to rest. Damon had told me I was safe. Kael hadn’t said anything at all—just stared like he could burn the truth out of me if he wanted to. I laid down on the dirt floor anyway. My body ached for sleep, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. The lie sat heavy in my chest. I’d told them

DAMONShe didn’t flinch. “Don’t know.”The shortest one grinned. “Funny. We heard you were the last one to see him.”Cassidan stepped forward. “Back off. It’s training, not interrogation.”The tall one smirked. “Then maybe we’ll train. With Riven.”Kael’s hand twitched toward his weapon, but I shook my head. “Let Riven handle it.”Elara stretched and took her own stance, her lips curving slightly “I’m going to have some fun,” she said and the boys chuckled.Something about this whole thing felt ambushed. It was the Luna ball all over again. The same one where they were in record with the principal. The tallest one nodded once, stepping into the ring fully and smiled. “You sure about that?”Elara didn’t answer.My legs were moving before my brain formulated the command. This had to stop before it started. This was no ordinary sparring. This was planned but the coach placed a hand to stop me.“Sir…” my lips had opened but Kael was behind me again, his head bent and lips positioned clos

ELARA The office smelled like old paper and dejavu. I stood just inside the door, pretending the air didn’t feel heavier the longer I waited. He didn’t speak right away, he just kept writing, quill scratching against parchment in slow, deliberate strokes. I didn’t want to remember but I did. The last time I was here… I hated the sound. It was the sound of power taking its time. Finally, he stopped. “Sit.” The chair in front of his desk was too close, but I sat anyway, keeping my spine straight. He didn’t look up. “You know, Riven, most boys quake before they even step through my door.” “Maybe they should pick better hobbies,” I said. That got his eyes on me, sharp, gray, and cold. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Hobbies.” He leaned back, studying me. “That’s what you call nearly killing another student?” My fingers tightened on the chair. “If you’re talking about the spar, I followed academy rules. You said yourself, no limits.” Why was I fighting him