All Chapters of THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alpha Callan’s face, his gentle smile, his voice heavy with regret. A part of me felt happy knowing my father was a kind man, but at the same time, fear and worry twisted in my chest. Luna Sabrina and Ariana. Their voices still echoed in my head. What were they planning? And what if their plan was to hurt Elliot? He wasn’t always good to me, but even so, I didn’t want to see him harmed. Not like this. I had to find out the truth. I had to know what they were plotting. But until I was sure I was safe, I couldn’t reveal who I really was. When the first light of dawn came, I was already awake. Outside, the courtyard was alive with movement. Alpha Callan, Luna Sabrina, and their guards were getting ready to leave. I slipped out quietly, needing to see my father one more time before he was gone. I stood behind Ariana, Alpha Callan’s eyes found me. He gave me a small nod and a warm smile. I smiled back, and something soft

For a long, heavy moment, Elliot just stared at me. His eyes were dark and unreadable, his chest rising and falling with a controlled rhythm. Then, as if waking from a spell, he stood abruptly. I sat frozen, the sudden chill in the room wrapping around me like chains. He dressed quickly, each movement was sharp and deliberate, like he couldn’t stand being near me a second longer. The warmth that had been in his eyes moments ago was gone, snuffed out as though it had never existed. In its place was the cold, distant Elliot who had once looked down on me like I was dirt beneath his boots. “I think you’ve forgotten your place Liora, you're getting carried away," he said finally, his voice flat, hard as stone. My throat tightened. “What do you mean?” “I’m not in love with you,” he said, buttoning his shirt without looking at me. “I don’t want your heart. I just need you for sex. Sometimes a man will do anything to get what he wants.” The words struck like claws to my chest. “El

Throughout the day, Elliot kept calling over and over with different numbers. At first, I ignored him, but the ringing never stopped. It wore me down until finally, exhausted and irritated, I picked up. “Elliot, stop calling me!” I snapped. His voice came low and sharp through the line. “Liora, what do you want from me? You want me to beg? You think I’ll crawl after you?” He gave a bitter laugh. “No. I won’t beg anymore. After all, you owe me, and unless you’re ready to pay back, you’ll drag your ass back here.” His threat made my chest burn with rage. “Maybe I’ll tell my new man to pay you back so you can leave me the hell alone.” Silence. Then his voice darkened, dangerous. “Your new man?” he hissed. “Liora, don’t piss me off. You wouldn’t dare leave me for another man. He is not your mate. I am.” I clenched the phone. My heart screamed no, but the words slipped out anyway, bitter and reckless. “What if I reject you?” The silence on the line stretched, suffocating. Then h

When we got in, I took a shower, and Xavier carefully tended to my wound. He told me to take it easy, maybe take a break from training for a while.I agreed, I needed to take it easy.He helped me to bed and pull the blankets over me, we said our goodnights and he left the room.My mind kept wondering to Elliot, I hope he is fine.---The next morning, the first call I got was from Sienna. She said she got back last night. I was glad that my friend was back. Then her voice dropped, She asked me how the palace was holding up at this time.I frowned. “At this time? What do you mean?”She fell quiet, then she asked, “Liora… don’t you know? About the Alpha’s passing?”My stomach dropped. “What?”“The Alpha died yesterday. They’re bringing him home today for burial,” she said softly. “I thought you, of all people, would know. You work in the palace.”I couldn’t breathe for a moment. The Alpha is… dead?I muttered that I had taken some time off, and she seemed confused, but went on to ask

I stayed on the floor, curled up, my body healing but my heart still raw. The door opened. Elliot came in, his steps uneven, the scent of alcohol clinging to him. His eyes were darker than before. “You’re still on the floor?” he sneered. “Wolves heal fast, Liora. Stop being dramatic.” He walked closer, towering over me. “Stand up. Or I’ll make you.” My hands shook as I pushed myself up, wiping at my face. “Go take a shower,” he ordered, his voice sharp. “There are clothes in the closet.” I did as he said. Hot water ran down my skin, washing away blood but not the ache. When I came out, still drying my hair with a towel, he was waiting. He stepped up behind me, close enough for me to feel his breath at my neck. He sniffed me, slow, deliberate. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “It’s intoxicating.” I tried to step aside, but his hand shot out, gripping my arm and pulling me back firmly. “Elliot…” My voice trembled. “Be obedient, Liora,” he whispered a