All Chapters of Bound to the moon: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Riven swore under his breath, pulling back. Thorne straightened, frustration etched on his face.Kael’s gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat before he pushed away.We dressed quickly, the heat between us cooling to a simmer of unfinished need. My body still hummed with what we’d started. The interruption felt like theft.The council chamber was lit in gold and shadow, the air heavy with the scent of burning sage. At the far end, on a raised dais, Elder Darius, the Alpha King and father of my mates, sat in his carved throne.To his right, Luna Celina. Her hand rested on the curve of her swollen belly, her smile sweet and poisonous all at once.When her eyes found Kael, she leaned forward just slightly. “Baby,” she purred, her voice carrying over the polished stone floor, “why not come and sit right here, next to us?” She clutched her stomach, as if to remind everyone in the room of what she carried.Kael hesitated only a second before obeying. The scrape of his chair leaving my side fel

Elder Darius’ voice cut across the standoff. “This is Bloodmoon territory. You’ll leave now, or I’ll have your head mounted on the south wall.”Draven’s gaze flicked to him. “You’ve grown weaker, old wolf. And your pack’s politics… amuse me. The Luna’s seat is stolen, and your bonds are divided. This is the perfect time to take what’s mine.”Kael’s voice was sharp. “You think you can walk in here and make demands? You won’t make it past the gate.”“Oh, I already have.”A sharp whistle cut through the air, and from the mist, more shadows took shape, wolves flanking us from the edges of the southern field, their eyes glowing in the half-light. We were surrounded.“This is the choice,” Draven said, his tone turning cold. “Hand her over by dawn, and I will spare your pack. Refuse…”The mist behind him swirled unnaturally, the air thick with the tang of magic. “And I will paint your walls red before the sun rises.”The silence that followed was heavier than any battle cry.Without another

The whisper clung to my ears long after the shadow disappeared into the mist. I stood frozen by the river, breath clouding in the cold night air, staring at the space where it had been.Then I saw them.Footprints.Wet, bare, too large to be mine. They shimmered faintly on the grass, leading away from the riverbank, toward the heart of the pack.My pulse slammed against my ribs.The intruder hadn’t been watching from outside. It was already inside.I forced myself to move, following the trail until it blurred into the dirt path. By the time I reached the courtyard, the prints were gone, swallowed by the noise of guard patrols and restless wolves.Two sentries stood at the gate, arguing.“I’m telling you, I saw someone near the infirmary,” one snapped, gripping his spear. His eyes were wide, too wide. “Tall, cloaked. Just… watching.”The other guard shook his head. “You&rsq

Her cloak was midnight blue, her hair silver as moonlight, and her eyes glowed faintly with a light that seemed older than the stars themselves. She did not walk so much as glide, the air bending with her presence.All the warriors lowered their heads. Even Kael and Thorne stiffened, their wolves uneasy.But me? I couldn’t look away.She stepped to Riven’s side, her gaze lingering on his wound. Slowly, she placed her hand above it without touching, her lips moving in words too soft for me to hear. The runes flared, angry and bright, then hissed as though recoiling from her.Finally, she turned her head toward us. “This is no ordinary wound,” she said, her voice echoing faintly, as though layered with more than one speaker. “It is a death rune, drawn to consume his life while tethering the girl’s soul.”Her glowing eyes fixed on me. “If he dies, part of you will die with him.”My breath caught. The room swayed around me, but Kael steadied me with a hand on my shoulder.“Then heal him,”

Time became meaningless after the funeral.Days bled into nights, and nights into days. The sun rose and fell, but I didn’t care. I stayed in mychamber, blinds drawn, curled in the same bed where Riven had once whispered my name againstmy skin. The silence of the bond was unbearable. Where there had once been warmth—a pulse, a steady comfort in my chest—there was nothing now. Just emptiness.Food was brought to me. I let it rot untouched. Voices tried to coax me. I turned my face to the wall.My wolf, normally restless and fierce, lay broken inside me, keening every night until even hercries grew hoarse.I refused to speak. To eat. To live.Because he wasn’t living anymore.Kael came once. He stood at the door, his face hollow, eyes rimmed red from days without sleep.For a moment, I thought he would come to me. That he wouldholdmethewayRivenoncedid, thatHe would remind me I wasn't alone.But then Celina appeared beside him, her hand on his arm, her stomach swollen with his heir.