All Chapters of The Slave Who Owned The Moon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AMAYAOne thing about living in the servants' quarters is that news can't be hidden for long.Servants work in every area of the pack, and when the higher-ups say or do something, chances are it's in the presence of a servant.And once a servant hears something, surely they're going to find someone to talk about it with who would in turn want to talk to someone else.Whispers move faster than fire in dry brush.By morning, every servant in the house knows about Lucian and Lirra. About how he threw her from his room. About how the Beta’s daughter wept and shouted in the halls, escorted out by guards.They don’t know the whole story, of course. Rumor never needs the truth. It only needs hungry mouths and eager ears.But the fragments they trade over laundry and scrubbing buckets are enough.“I heard he cursed at her, told her never to come back...”“The Beta’s furious. Said Lucian disrespected his blood...”“Maybe he’s hiding a lover already, someone he won’t name...”Everywhere I go, i

LUCIANThe weight of the book feels heavier than iron in my hands.I keep it pressed against my chest as I stride through the corridor, heart pounding harder with every step. The guards outside the archives had barely blinked when I left, but I know I’ve crossed a line tonight. I didn’t just slip into forbidden shelves, I stole from them.A volume bound in worn black leather, its spine cracked, its title nearly rubbed away by time. The History of the Shadowborn.Shadow witches.I don’t wait until I’m in my chamber. I don’t have the patience for that. Instead, I duck into a disused storage room, light a single lamp, and crack the book open on a battered table.The first page sends a chill crawling up my arms.Shadow witches: born of wolf and flame, bound to the void between worlds. They were said to bend the veil, walking paths unseen, opening doors no wolf should dare.Portals.I flip the pages quickly, dust smudging my fingers. Sketches of circles carved into the ground, diagrams of

LUCIANShe ran from me.That thought has been gnawing at me since last night, pacing a groove into my mind I can't shake free of. One moment, she stood before me with her eyes wide and breath caught, the next she was gone, skirts brushing the stone as she fled into the night like I'd struck her.I hadn’t even told her everything yet.I sit in my chambers, the stolen book still lying open on the desk before me. The words blur together now, but I know them by heart. The records of shadow witches, the bloodline of the Varyn, and the brutal eradication ordered by my father. Her people. Her blood.And her.I drag a hand over my face, leaning back hard in the chair until it creaks. “Damn it, Amaya,” I mutter. “Why won’t you just let me in?”A knock at the door pulls me from the spiral. “Lord Lucian?” a servant calls. “Your brother asks for you in council.”I bite back a curse. The last thing I want is to sit through another meeting where Theron rattles on about punishments and patrols. But

AMAYAThe hallways are too quiet, too still, and all I can hear is the echo of his voice.Don’t pretend there’s nothing here.Lucian’s words chase me long after I’ve fled the alcove. My chest is tight, my stomach knotted, and no matter how quickly I walk, I can’t escape the ghost of his nearness, the warmth of his hand brushing my face, the burn of his breath against my lips.I slam the door to my small room and press my back against it, trying to will my heart into slowing down. My palms are damp, my skin too hot, and the silence swallows me whole.It’s dangerous, all of it. The way he looks at me, the way my body betrays me by leaning closer when every part of my mind screams to run. I should be afraid. I should be furious with myself. But instead, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something I can’t name, and the ground beneath me is crumbling.I pace once, twice, but the walls feel like they’re closing in. I need to tell someone. I need to get this weight off my chest before

DARIANThe corridor is dim, torches burned low to embers. I’m just coming from another late council with Theron, his words still echoing in my head about tightened control, interrogations, and “weakness” festering under my command.At this point, I wish I could just ban Theron from council meetings, but even with my power as the alpha, I can't do that. Theron was the most senior member of the council, and pack tradition demands that I give him audience.Something tells me that Theron would not hold out much longer before he goes against my command, but for now, he's keeping in line, and that's all I can hope for. I don't care much how he feels about it.All I need right now is a good night's sleep.And then I see it.Lucian.Slipping out of a door that should have no business holding his attention.Amaya’s door.For a moment, the world stills. My blood pounds so hard I hear nothing but the rush in my ears. His hand lingers on the handle for a second before he lets go, pulling it quiet