Semua Bab The Slave Who Owned The Moon: Bab 31 - Bab 40

LUCIANI hate these dinners. Always have. It was the one constant thing that I can say I have never wavered on. A room full of self-absorbed elders sipping wine, trading meaningless words, pretending they care about the pack when they really just care about their own legacy. If attendance weren’t mandatory, I wouldn’t have set foot in that hall tonight.But I went. And I saw everything.The way Amaya’s arms shook carrying tray after tray because Evelara decided to make her serve alone. The way Evelara smirked like she was testing how much humiliation one girl could take before breaking. The way Darian didn’t move, not even when Amaya hit the floor.I grip the door frame of my quarters, breathing hard through my nose, trying to burn off the anger still clawing through me. That smug little Luna knew exactly what she was doing. And my dear brother? He just sat there, fists clenched like that was enough to count as concern.I should’ve dragged Evelara out of that chair in front of e

AMAYAI wake up before sunrise to go for a run.The sky is still a shade of indigo when I slip through the service door and into the cold. Frost slicks the stones, and the air bites my teeth, but I welcome the sting. I need something simple, being in the forest has never failed to provide the comfort I desperately need. My boots find the packed earth of the trail, and the forest receives me without a sound.I let the rhythm of my breath carry me under the pines and past the birches that hold the last tatters of moonlight like thin flags. My wolf paces with me, pleased to be out in he cold where she could run free. She only urges speed, and I oblige until my lungs feel hot.“Faster?” she asks, bright against my ribs.“Faster,” I answer, and I let go of the night and the house and the memory of that shitty dinner.The path narrows, then widens. Owls trade places on a branch overhead. I crest the ridge and keep going, lengthening my stride until the ache in my side burns itself down to

AMAYAThe household feels different this morning.Even before I leave the servants’ quarters, I hear the whispers, hushed voices talking about how Alpha Darian is in “one of his moods.” I keep my head down, letting the gossip slide past me. The last thing I need is to be caught listening.My wolf paces inside me as I move through the corridors with a tray of linens. It doesn’t like the sharp energy humming through the house, the tension that seems to cling to the walls like smoke.I’m halfway down the upper hall when I feel it, that prickling awareness along the back of my neck. I glance up just in time to see Lucian leaning against the balcony rail on the next floor, arms folded, watching me.He doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t look away either.I tear my gaze down and keep walking. I don’t need this. I can’t afford this.The door to Darian’s office swings open just as I pass, and I freeze.He steps out, shoulders squared, his face unreadable. The air around him feels colder somehow. Hi

LUCIANI was prying dangerously close to stalker territory.That’s what I’ve become after what I’ve come to term as the ‘disaster’ that was supposed to be a dinner with the elders of the council.Ever since that damned dinner, I haven’t been able to stop watching her.I tell myself it’s only because I’m curious, because Amaya fascinates me in ways I can’t explain, but that’s not the whole truth. I’m watching because something’s changed.She moves differently now. She’s more careful, more guarded. I see it in the way she slips through the corridors without meeting anyone’s eyes, in the way she disappears the moment she finishes her tasks. I had expected that Amaya would sulk a bit longer after that incident, but she surprised me. She’s not sulking, she’s planning something.And Darian… hell, I don’t know what’s going on with him. My brother’s been colder than usual, buried in his work like a man trying to outrun his own thoughts. Has he even noticed Amaya pulling away? Or is he preten

AMAYAIt’s been three nights since Lucian cornered me in the hall, and every second since then, I’ve been walking on broken glass.No matter how careful I am, I feel his eyes on me. Not all the time, Lucian’s too smart to make it obvious, but just enough to keep me on edge. When I’m carrying linens, he’s at the end of the corridor. When I’m clearing dishes, he happens to pass through the kitchen, dropping a casual comment that makes Trish glance between us suspiciously. He doesn’t say anything outright, but it’s like he’s daring me to slip up.I can’t afford that.The ancient archive hasn't yielded anything I can use. Old records, border maps, faded journals, none of them gives me the weaknesses I need. Darian's rule is airtight, and Grayhide Pack's power is buried deep in bloodlines and oaths I don't fully understand. Every night I go back, I'm gambling with my neck, and with Lucian watching, that gamble is getting dangerous.Tonight, I decide to change the rules.If Lucian’s determ