All Chapters of The Slave Who Owned The Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

AMAYAThe clinic feels like stepping into a different world. It always has. The smell of herbs clings to the air, sage, mint, lavender, and something sharp I can’t name. Shelves run along the walls, lined with jars of roots and dried flowers, glass bottles catching the dim lamplight. It’s quiet here, tucked away from the noise of the main house, and that makes it easier to breathe.Harken looks up from his workbench when I push the door open. His hair is grayer than I remember, his hands stained faintly green from crushing herbs. He studies me the way he always used to, like I matter. That almost undoes me right there.“Amaya,” he says, setting down the mortar and pestle. “It’s been a while. You don’t usually come here anymore.”“I… needed to talk. And I need it to remain between us.” My voice feels tight, too small in the stillness of the room.He wipes his hands on a cloth and gestures toward the stool across from him. "Then talk. The walls don't listen, and I know how to keep my m

DARIANThe alarm still echoes in my head long after the horn’s last wail dies into silence. The corridors are buzzing like a hive kicked open, servants whispering and warriors rushing in and out of formation. I can feel the unease spreading through the pack like smoke. Something happened in the woods. Something no one can explain.I stand at the head of the council table, fingers pressed flat against the polished wood. Lucian sits opposite, his arms folded casually but his eyes alert, following every word. Theron is pacing, his robes whispering around his ankles, the smug set of his mouth already promising trouble. Evelara is perched near him, her posture graceful, her smile thin, her eyes darting toward me far too often.“Reports say light was seen deep in the northern woods,” Theron says, his tone already sharp. “Bright enough to wake half the patrols and send the guard dogs into frenzy. Warriors claim it was no lantern, no torch. Some swear it tore the sky itself.”Murmurs ripple a

LUCIANThe pack house has always been full of noise.There's always warriors stomping through the halls, Evelara's shrill voice cutting through silence like a blade, the hushed whispers of servants who think no one hears them. But tonight, it is quiet. Too quiet.I glance down the corridor to make sure no one is watching before I push my door open and gesture for Amaya to follow. She hesitates, eyes flicking left and right, her body tense like a deer about to bolt."No one's here. And before you argue with me, you know that no one comes into my room without my authorization," I say softly. "You'll be safe."Her lips press into a thin line, but after a moment she slips inside. I shut the door behind us, turning the lock with a quiet click. For the first time in weeks, I feel the space is mine alone and now hers, too.Amaya stands near the window, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Moonlight spills across her face, catching the wariness in her eyes.“You really think this is wi

DARIANThe council chamber smelled of candle wax and ink. The air inside was heavy with voices, complaints, demands, suggestions, all directed at me. Ever since the portal had appeared in the woods, whispers of rebellion and fear had spread like wildfire through the pack. Now my desk was buried in reports, grievances, and proposals for “increased security.”And every time I looked up, Theron’s eyes were there. Watching me. Waiting for me to falter.“The servants must be questioned,” he said for the fifth time that morning, his voice cutting through the chamber like a blade. “Someone saw movement near the woods that night. It could have been one of them. We cannot dismiss the possibility.”I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled, forcing my face into calm neutrality. “We don’t have proof of that. The warriors already swept the grounds. Nothing.”“Proof?” Theron sneered. “Alpha, with respect, proof comes after we interrogate. Fear is growing. If you do not act, you risk appearing we

LUCIANDawn barely had time to settle the next day before the summons came.I was wondering why I haven't seen Amaya since yesterday, when one of the house guards knocked on my door.I opened it only to be greeted with his stiff face, an expression that was common among all the house guards, which I wonder if they had drilled into them during their training.“The Alpha requests your presence in his office.”I blinked at him. “The Alpha?”“Yes.”That was odd. Very odd. Darian rarely sent for me. He preferred I stay out of his office unless I barged in on my own accord, which happened often enough to fuel his scowls. But for him to send a guard with a formal request?Curiosity prickled my spine. Something was wrong.When I entered, Darian was already behind his desk, papers spread in front of him. His jaw was taut, his fingers drumming on the polished wood. The moment his eyes lifted to mine, I felt the tension like a live wire between us.“Brother,” I said lightly, easing into the room