Semua Bab The Savage Luna and Her Six Obsessive Monsters: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Violet’s POV“I won’t give her up. She chose me.”The words tore out of me before I could stop them, my voice echoing across the long marble hall. The air was heavy, and the circle of Elders pressing in around me made my skin crawl. Every single one of them stared like I was some criminal who’d smuggled a nuke into their sacred academy.At the far end of the room, Headmistress Seraphina sat in her high chair looking serene, and deadly, her golden eyes sharp enough to pierce through stone. If I wasn’t so furious, I’d probably be trembling.“You are holding an endangered magical species in your hands, Violet,” one of the Elders began, his tone soaked in condescension. “We understand she’s bonded to you, but that bond can be reversed. If you surrender her peacefully to the academy, she will be protected and studied. If you refuse, well, I fear you’ll attract the wrong kind of attention. Many covet dragons… especially female ones.”My jaw clenched so hard I heard it crack.Of course. It w

Violet’s POVI stared at Blue, the dragon who now barely fit inside the satchel she once curled into. She was growing way too fast, her shimmering scales glowing with a stronger hue of sapphire every day, her energy pulsing like a second heartbeat beside mine. She yawned again, tail swiping across the floor like she owned the space now.Then I turned and looked at the pile of gifts stacked in the corner of our room, gifts from them. Luxurious robes lined with defensive runes, enchanted books that whispered in forgotten tongues, jewelry humming with protective magic, and those damn apartment keys. Four different keys from four maddening men.I sighed for the hundredth time today. Nothing has been easy lately.Between Blue’s rapid growth, Morgana’s wrath after her sect was torn apart by my supposed mates, the academy’s unblinking attention on me, and those relentless bastards chasing after me like I was some prize to be claimed, my sanity was hanging by a thread."How about you pick one

Violet’s POV. I was naked in a man’s room, sprawled across cool marble, with a vampire’s hands moving everywhere under the excuse of “saving my life,” and I hated every second my body responded, hated that I could barely tell if my skin was hot from the lingering poison or just the way his palm slid along my back, fingers tracing slow, distracting circles over my waist as if he owned it.The pain was fading, not gone but held at bay, some weird combination of Blue’s purring warmth at my shoulder and whatever Dax was doing.If it wasn’t for the fact I was supposed to be dying, I’d have already punched him. Instead, my muscles felt like honey and my voice came out sharper than I intended, “Are you a damn pervert or a healer? Are doctors in your world even allowed to have such lewd thoughts about their dying patients?” I shot at him, gritting my teeth as he just had the nerve to laugh, a low, maddening sound that seemed to curl right into my chest and steal my breath for no good reason.

Violet’s POV“Why are you wearing his top?” Riven asked, his voice smooth but flat as he rubbed my foot with this magical ointment that smelled like cool forests and something expensive. I pretended not to hear him, but that only made the silence heavier.Dax, lounging at the end of the bed like he owned both the mattress and the whole damn realm, smirked. “I kinda ripped her clothes off while I was bathing her, so she needed something. You’re welcome, boys.”“Dax!” I tried to cut him off, but it was too late. Zyran and Zaiden’s jaws dropped as if he’d just announced he’d bedded the moon goddess herself.“He saw you naked?” Zyran’s voice was low, almost a growl, and if he’d had hackles, they’d be up. He moved closer to the bed, his eyes narrowed, as if hoping to find evidence on my skin and I bet he will find them. I glared at Dax, who just shrugged with the kind of arrogance that only a hot, immortal vampire could get away with. “How was I supposed to get the poison out if I didn’t

Dax’s POVLove... mate bond... affection... I never thought I’d feel any of it. Never thought I’d want to, not in this lifetime.And yet here I am, standing in the center of my damn living room, watching three insufferable men snore like overgrown pups on my expensive furniture, taking up space, air, and most importantly...her attention.I should toss them out the window. One by one. Neck first.But I didn’t.Why?Because she wants them here.She hides it well, her annoyance, her frustration, the constant eye rolls but I see it. The way her shoulders relax a little more when they’re around. The way she forgets to be angry when one of them cracks a stupid joke. The way she lets them care for her and it drives me fucking insane because I don’t want to share her, not with these bastards not with anyone.She’s mine.She was in my arms when she screamed, high on pain and poison. Mine when I sucked the venom from her bloodstream. Mine when she cried against my neck, trusting me even in del