All Chapters of THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Time had passed, though it felt like a blur of tension and quiet dread. Elliot had tried, over and over, to bend me to his will. At first, he was soft, saying he missed me, that I was the only woman who could truly satisfy him. Then it grew sharper, angrier. His words, once tender, became edged with threats, reminders of what he could do, what he had done. He even took my phone, cutting me off from the world, warning that I would lose my mind like his grandfather if I didn’t give in. But I did not bend. I made myself clear, over and over, that I did not want him, not in the way he wanted me, not at all. I had left the warmth and patience of Xavier because I thought I was doing what was right for everyone else. But I would not surrender my heart to someone who thrived on control. I would not be used... again. Still, the quiet weight of the house and the forest pressed on me. Days blurred into nights. I kept busy with small chores, anything to distract myself, but the loneliness

I didn’t sleep again after the dream. I just lay there on the cold floor of Elliot’s office, staring at nothing, my heart beating in slow, heavy thuds that hurt. It felt like my mind had been split open, and every memory that never belonged to me was now mine to carry. Madeline’s fear. Her hope. Her strength. Her pain. The picture of everything she lost kept replaying in my head, and it refused to fade.And then the truth settled on me like a weight I didn’t know how to hold.I wasn’t an ordinary girl.I wasn’t a lowly omega.I was something else entirely… but even thinking it made my chest tighten.The Moonveil Pack. One of the strongest packs ever recorded. Blessed by three supernatural beings. Feared by enemies. Respected by allies. A pack that was never supposed to fall. And that pack was mine. My grandmother was the Alpha’s daughter. A leader’s daughter. A woman meant to inherit power, not to run through forests at night with blood on her feet and fire behind her, trying to keep

It had been a month. The mark was still invisible.The room was quiet when I lay down, but my mind wasn’t.It kept drifting, circling around the same person… Xavier.His eyes came first. Warm, steady, gentle. Eyes that always softened when he looked at me. Eyes that made me feel like he wanted to protect me, even when I didn’t deserve it. And his touch… goddess, his touch. Soft, warm, safe. A kind of comfort I never understood until now.My fingers curled against my chest.I missed him.The truth hit me so hard I could barely breathe. I missed his voice, his quiet way of worrying, the way he stood close to me without touching. I missed the strange peace I only felt when he was near.Did he miss me too? Or had I pushed him too far?Sleep slowly pulled me under while those questions spun in my mind like a storm.Then the world changed.The air turned cold.I stood on a cliff at the edge of a kingdom that once lived, once shined. Now, it was only ruins. Burned houses. Broken temples. Emp

We left minutes later. The night felt thicker, heavier, as if it had swallowed the last bit of safety we had left. Sienna and Travis sat in the back seat, the gun resting across his lap, his jaw tight. Gina rode beside me in the passenger seat, twisting her fingers nervously, her breath unsteady. For a few minutes, the road felt quiet. Too quiet. Twenty minutes into the drive, something in my stomach twisted, a cold warning crawling up my spine. Headlights. Behind us. Close. Too close. “Gina,” I whispered, keeping my voice steady even though my heartbeat wasn’t, “don’t look directly… but is that car following us?” She glanced at the side mirror, just a quick flick of her eyes, and inhaled sharply. “Yes. That’s not a coincidence.” Travis lifted his head instantly. “How long have they been there?” “Since the last turn,” I replied, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Travis leaned forward. “Drive faster.” I pressed the accelerator. The car jerked forward, the tires whining, bu

I whispered his name before I even realized it.“Xavier…”He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like approaching a frightened animal he didn’t want to startle. His eyes never left mine.“You heard me,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “And I meant every word.”My chest tightened until it hurt. “You shouldn’t...”“I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t do,” he said, cutting gently across my protest. His voice wasn’t angry. Just honest. “I worried about you every hour you were gone. I didn’t know if you were alive, or hurt, or…” His jaw tensed. “Don’t tell me that means nothing.”My heartbeat thudded so loudly I could barely hear him.I swallowed. “I didn’t expect you to come for me that fast.”He held my gaze, unblinking, steady, almost fierce.“Liora… I would come for you every single time. You just have to call.”My breath shook.A part of me broke a little, another part softened.Another part hurt so deeply I didn’t know how to breathe.His hand lifted slowly, hesitantly, like he w