All Chapters of THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The days that followed blurred into something I never thought I would experience, something soft, and joyful, and filled with more affection than my heart felt built to withstand.Every morning, Xavier woke me with kisses. Not rushed ones, slow, lingering kisses that made me believe time itself paused just to watch. He would bring breakfast in bed, insisting I shouldn’t lift a finger. If I tried, he’d give me that look, the one that melted my defenses and made my argument die on my lips.And in between bites and laughter, he whispered how much he loved waking up beside me.We traveled, actual traveling. Even writing that feels unreal. One day we were eating pastries in Paris, strolling along the Seine while he bought me the softest scarf and wrapped it around my neck himself. The next day we were in Italy, hands sticky with gelato, laughing because he insisted I try every flavor.Then in Maldives, under a sky so blue it didn’t seem real, he kissed me like the world had shrunk down to

Night came, but I couldn’t sleep.Not even for a second.I stared at the ceiling in the dark, Xavier’s scent still wrapped around me from his sweater. My head replayed every word his mother spoke, each one sinking deeper into me like stones dragging me underwater.“You cannot follow him where he is going.”“Your name suffers many stains.”“He does not trust you.”Her voice followed me into the shadows. No matter how I turned, no matter how I tried to breathe, her words continued to hit me in the same place, the part of me that already feared all this was true.Xavier’s mother had only said out loud what the world had whispered my whole life.I wiped tears away again and again but they kept coming like a broken pipe.By the time the clock showed 2:14 AM, my pillow was wet. My chest ached from holding in the sobs.Why did I think I would ever be enough for him?I sat up suddenly, shaking, clutching the sweater to my chest.What if he really didn’t trust me? What if he was only enjoying

The air felt too thin to breathe. His fist struck the door again, hard and angry. “Liora, open this door now. I know you don’t want to call attention to yourself.” I froze, my chest tightening. How did he even know I was here? I had moved in silently, never stepped outside during the day, and even the neighbours assumed the place was still empty. The whole purpose was to disappear. To think. To hide from the pain. But Elliot had found me. Of course he did. His voice came again, softer now, but threaded with the tension of barely restrained rage. “Liora, I am not here for trouble. I just need to talk to you. I promise I won’t hurt you. Just open the door.” A lie. He always lied first. I didn’t answer. Instead, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop my shaking. My mind raced through every horrible possibility. Did he blame me for what happened to Ariana? Was he planning to drag me away? Turn me in? Silence. A dangerous silence. Then... BANG. He hit the do

I was sitting on the floor beside the couch, wrapped in a blanket like armor that couldn’t save me, when something slipped under the front door and scraped across the tiles. A white envelope. My hands trembled as I picked it up and tore it open. Inside were pictures of Sienna, Travis and their extended family. My heart started racing. He found them. He is going to use them as leverage over me. This is about control, about owing me once again. It always was. That was all I Elliot can offer. Bondage and fear. Unlike Xavier. I closed my eyes and thought of Xavier… the way he held me like I was something precious. The way he looked at me like he saw more than my mistakes. More than the broken pieces. For a moment, I almost smiled. I almost felt worthy. Almost. But then the mirror of my mind cracked, reminding me who I really was. A girl from nowhere. With a ruined name. A stained past. A cursed reputation. What was I thinking? That someone like Xavier, the futur

Elliot’s hands were on me before I even finished drying my skin. His grip was sharp, possessive, claiming, as if he still owned me. He pushed my hair aside, lips grazing my neck, hot and insistent.“I missed you,” he murmured, fingers digging into my waist.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to picture Xavier instead: gentle, worshipful… warm. But this wasn’t that. This was suffocating, old, wrong.“No,” I whispered, stepping back.Confusion flickered across his face, twisting into irritation. “No?”I kept moving until the edge of the dresser pressed into my spine. “You can’t just… expect me to be intimate. You can’t expect things to be like they were. We’re not mates anymore. That bond is dead. And I…” My voice broke. “…I love Xavier.”His jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his temple. “Don’t say his name.”“It’s the truth.”“The truth?” he barked, taking a step closer. “You think you love him because he spent a few weeks spoiling you? Because he looked at you like you’re the center of his