All Chapters of When The Moon Hides Her Crown: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SERAPHINA“Don’t get hurt… unless you want me to lose my damn mind.”His voice was low but thunderous, the kind that didn’t just echo—it carved itself into your bones.I was trapped in the violet storm of his eyes, just as he was lost in the amber of mine. But beneath his gaze,fierce and devastating, I felt dread coil in my chest.He was going to kill the imposter.But that was Finn’s body.Killing the imposter meant killing Finn.“No, don’t…” I tried to reach out, but it was too late.Ronan had already launched forward like divine vengeance. He hit the imposter mid-rise, slamming him into the earth so hard the ground cracked beneath them.Claws. Fists. Teeth.Ronan fought like a wolf possessed—merciless, unrelenting.But the imposter…was using Finn’s body. His strength. His fighting instincts. Every move mirrored the ones I knew from late-night training sessions, quiet sparring beneath moonlight, and the gentle strength that had always been around me. The air split with the sound of

SERAPHINATo break the curse, you had to take it on yourself.Those were the exact words etched into the weathered leather note I’d read. A sacrifice was required.“Offer blood to the grave. The spirit will be lured. Once it leaves its host, it will seek another body—yours. Then you will have only five seconds to end it. The spirit that is tied to its grave cannot survive outside its land. Fall beyond the mountain’s boundary—beyond the cursed mist—and the evil dies with you.”That was the way out.To save Finn, I had to invite the curse into me...and then throw myself off of the cliff to die.The wind howled like a chorus of blades, cutting around me as I fell. Cold. Sharp. Suffocating. The mist rose to meet me like ghostly hands, curling against my skin, dragging over me as though it already claimed me as its own.Inside me, the curse screamed.A guttural wail echoed in my bones—thousand-tongued and ancient—desperate to flee, but bound. It clawed at the walls of my soul, a furious be

SERAPHINAThe cafeteria buzzed with the low hum of afternoon chatter—utensils clinking against trays, the lingering scent of eggs and meat broth hanging in the air like the ghost of an old perfume. I took another bite of my grilled chicken wrap just as the man seated across from me leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest.“Wow,” he said, loud enough for nearby tables to go quiet. “Would you look at that? Murderers do get hungry.”The voice belonged to none other than Reed. Laughter erupted from his table like a chorus of jackals. Beside him, Cassius smirked and picked at his nails, as if we were all on a stage and he’d memorized every cue for this performance.“This tiny mutt’s got nerves of steel, I’ll give him that,” Cassius drawled, his voice laced with mockery. “Most people lose their appetite when someone dies next to them. But him? He can still fill his stomach after killing a person.”I didn’t blink. I didn’t look at them. I simply continued eating my

SERAPHINAThe Supreme Alpha throne was the highest seat of power in the entire werewolf realm—untouchable, absolute, and revered. A position second only to the Alpha King's. It was a title claimed by only one in a generation, born not merely of brute strength, but of unshakable dominance. Even the most powerful, elite Alphas bowed before the Supreme Alpha, whose word was law and whose presence could silence kingdoms.To sit on that throne was to hold the fate of all packs in the palm of your hand, to shape the future with your will alone. It brought freedom, authority, and unmatched strength. It was feared, coveted, worshipped—and it was the very reason I had risked everything by entering this Academy.If I couldn’t compete for the Supreme Alpha title, then what the hell was I even doing here?I hadn’t clawed my way into this Academy to be a pawn. I hadn’t bled on the mountainside, watched my ranking crumble in a blink, been accused of murder—just to be a spectator. I came to claim th

SERAPHINAMy shirt…It was open and buttons ripped off. I was standing practically exposed to him. Ronan’s eyes never left me.Not even for a heartbeat.They lingered on the rise and fall of my chest, the smooth skin of my belly, the band of white cloth still wrapped around my breasts like a fragile barrier. His gaze roamed slowly, devouring, drinking me in as if the sight of me had quenched his day long thirst.He wasn’t even pretending to look away.His breathing deepened, and so did mine—my pulse drumming louder than thunder.The more he saw me, the more I realized how I lost it to a man. For the first time in my life. Shame tried to rise in my throat. But something hotter overpowered it.With only the rip of my buttons, he made me feel all of those things that I never experienced in my life. Rage. Humiliation and shame. Without thinking, I stepped forward and slapped him.The sound cracked through the forest like thunder.His head turned with the impact, a red mark blooming acr