Lahat ng Kabanata ng When The Moon Hides Her Crown: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

SERAPHINAMy heart skipped a beat when his lips brushed slightly against mine. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to move, when Ronan slid his fingers—slow, deliberate— even deeper into my rain-soaked hair, my knees almost gave out.The strands clung to his hand like they belonged there. His touch wasn’t rough or aggressive. It was reverent. Worshipful. Like he was touching something sacred, forbidden, and holy all at once. Then there were his eyes. Those beautiful violet eyes watched me like I was a myth unraveling before him.He was breathless.So was I.His gaze dipped to my lips, then lower, dragging over every inch of skin the rain had revealed. It wasn’t lust alone. It was something dangerous, like he wanted to consume me. Not just my body. Me.When was the last time a man touched me like this? Never. I never gave a man permission to get this close to me in the past. I was an untouchable fire that no one dared to play with. Except Ronan…he was not only touching my body

SERAPHINASince my perfume had completely washed off in the rain, I was too panicked to notice a far more jarring truth, Ronan’s body carried no wolf scent.Not a single trace.What kind of bloodline did that?I had never, not once, heard of a werewolf without a scent. A wolf’s scent was everything; part of their identity, their signature. It was the first sign of maturity, blooming in adolescence. Even pups had a developing scent as their wolves grew stronger. But Ronan?Nothing.Just the maddeningly clean, masculine scent of rain, earth, and worn leather.Just…Ronan.That meant everything he told me was true.He hadn’t been lying.What was worse, my wolf felt it too. She stirred in my chest, not in alarm…but in agreement. Silent. Still. As if recognizing something sacred.That's when the weight of his earlier confession crashed over me.I’ve been saving myself for you.My heart stuttered like a wild animal trying to outrun a snare.My wolf stirred again—restless, confused, drawn to

ASHERThe soft glow of dawn spilled through the tall, arched windows of the Grand Library, stretching golden fingers across the polished marble floor. The silence was thick and reverent, broken only by the occasional crackle of candle wax or the distant shift of ancient tomes settling on their worn shelves.I stood in front of the west wing’s forgotten aisle, where books older than the Academy itself lined the wooden shelves, some barely holding together despite years of careful preservation. The brittle pages of the volume in my hand had my attention, its spine cracked with time and its ink faded slightly. Another page turned under my fingers, slow, deliberate, searching.Then a voice cut through the silence."You refused to attend the overnight survival trial even though your name was cleared," Alpha Instructor Jude said evenly, stepping into view, his silhouette tall and sharp against the rising light. "Now, you've spent the entire night in the library, breaking curfew and the rul

SERAPHINARonan said he took care of the hunter then who was this?Phina growled in my mind, “It seems there were two hunters in this trial!” I clenched my fists. This was a disaster. Twists were expected in a trial but the timing could not be worse. It was already dawn! And the hunter was living up to his name. Ronan and the hunter were a blur of claws and fury.I could barely keep up, my eyes straining to follow the deadly choreography unfolding in front of me. Every time I thought I caught the edge of a movement, another strike came from a different angle, faster, sharper, impossibly precise. The sounds were sickening: the clash of bone against bone, the hiss of air whistling around claws that could tear through skin and soul alike, and the low, guttural growls that rumbled from deep within both their chests.Ronan moved like a storm, his body a weapon forged by rage and purpose. The hunter, however, was no less terrifying. He was lithe and silent, crouched low with a bone-white

SERAPHINAThe Next Day:The late morning sun filtered through the high academy windows, gilding the halls with light. My arms ache slightly under the weight of the box I held against my chest, but I didn’t care.I was free.After so many days that actually felt like forever, I wasn’t under suspicion, wasn’t locked away in that prison-like suffocating room. Though it had an attached bathroom and even a window, it felt more like a gilded cage than any sort of living space.But now…now I was allowed back into my room.My dorm room.I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stepped inside, the familiar scent of clean linen and pine-scented soap instantly grounding me. My bed was exactly the way I’d left it—neatly made, the dark comforter folded at the foot.I inhaled deeply and smiled faintly. Home. Or at least, the closest thing to it.Setting the box down on the bed, I moved around the room, returning everything to its place—my comb, the cracked mug I kept for tea, my worn training pa