All Chapters of Moonblood: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EIRAI follow the Omega, my heart in my throat.“What happened to him?” I ask, frantic.“I can’t explain it, you need to see for yourself.”Oh goddess, that response only churns my stomach further. A thick lump settles in my throat.When we round the last corner of the palace, I’m suddenly shoved to the floor.I gasp.My elbows and knees scrape across the hard ground, and I wince.Peering up, my heart sinks.Standing in front of me are three Omegas, all with matching snarls and malice in their eyes.“Where’s my pup?” I ask through gritted teeth.The red-haired in the middle laughs. “We don’t give a rat ass about that runt.”“Look at her,” another laughs. “Gullible and pathetic.”Understanding dawns on me, and my head bobs on a nod. This is a set up.Kael is fine. He’s somewhere with the nice Omegas, and this was a trap to lure me into this…whatever this is.Dusting off my elbows and knees, I huff out a low chuckle, unimpressed. “I’m going to pretend this didn’t happen, and we will let

Fifty-three: Game OverCASSIAN“Who sent this in?” I ask Reece, clutch the envelope in my grip.He shrugs and bows. “I’m only the messenger, Your Majesty.”Goddess.“How many people have this?”“The Luna has already ordered for preparations to be made. You’re probably the last to hear about it.”“The last?!” My voice booms across the hall. I pick the bridge of my nose. “Where is Lysandra?”“Either in the kitchen or the banquet hall.”My jaw tightens, and I march down to the kitchen first, Reece hot on my heels.“Where’s Hnerik?”“Probably with the Luna.”I whirl on him, eyes blazing. “Are you not sure of anything that goes on this goddamn place? Where the hell is everyone when I need them?”He swallows. “I’m sorry. I can find out their exact location—”Crumpling up the invite, I toss it into the nearest bin and walk past his apology.“Your Majesty,” Olga greets once I step into the quite rowdy kitchen.Everyone is running around, some bump into me and mutter frantic apologies before c

Fifty-five: The ProposalEIRAThe moment I burst out of the arena, I can finally breathe.My lungs expand, taking in much needed air. Tears prick the back of my eyes but I blink them away.Goddess, it hurts.The mark on my neck, the severed bond in my chest, even my new found wolf whines at the back of my mind.I welcome the cool air, as my feet lead me down the path toward the clearing.I’d known about the coronation. I’d known how badly Cassian wanted to talk to me about it. Probably to assure me, or ask for more time.But I had to protect my heart. Seeing him will do more harm than good. He has a duty to his pack, and I have to respect that.“Eira!”I freeze, frowning.Slowly, I turn around and exhale in relief when I see it isn’t Cassian, but rather the warrior that came with Quentin that day.“Hi?” I mentally face-palm when his name refuses to appear in my mind. “I’m so sorry, what’s your name again?”He smiles softly. “It’s Oliver.”Right.“Okay, hi Oliver,” I say stupidly.“Whe

Fifty-Seven: Final ThreadEIRAHe runs a hand through his hair, messing up the sleekness.“But that’s okay,” I quickly add. “It’s okay if you care about your pack. You wouldn’t be so loved if you didn’t, and I don’t fault you for it in any way.”“I should care about myself more.”“A good leader is selfless.”“For how long?” He rasps, eyes red-rimmed. “How long will I continue to forsake and forfeit my happiness for my pack, for my kingdom?”He stands to his feet, stepping closer to me and I can’t maintain the eye contact. It’s not doing anything for my aching heart and so I turn away.“Go to your Luna. I believe there’s a banquet set up for both of you…to celebrate.”“I don’t want to!” He shouts. “Why do you keep pushing me into her arms? I’m trying to talk about us, Eira—”“There’s no us! Can’t you see? It. Is. Not. Possible!” I grit out. “We’ve tried but it cannot work, Cassian. I’m not pushing you into her arms, I’m reminding you that you have a Luna you should treat with respect!”

Fifty-nine: Dream Or Reality?TRIGGER WARNING —PROCEED WITH CAUTION‼️CASSIANI don’t know when the celebration ends or if it even ends. All I know is that Reece and Lysandra are helping me to my room.Everything is blurry, my mind swimming. And for the first time in a while it’s not about Eira, or Lysandra or the bloody mess my life is.No, my head is at peace. Swimming with nothingness…like a thick, warm blanket is cocooning my thoughts.If I’m this drunk, then I definitely had a lot to drink. Nothing really is able to wipe out a wolf, much less an Alpha.But this…this I love.With my two left feet and the hands supporting my frame, I’m deposited in the middle of my bed.“I’ll take it from here, Reece. Thank you.” Even in my drunken state, I can recognize that snobbish voice.I blink up at the lights, mesmerized by how brightly they shine and the beautiful patterns they reflect on the ceiling.“Wow.” I hold up a finger—or is it two?Three?Who cares?I’m in awe.When I look in the d