All Chapters of Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty

AedanDawn crept slowly into the camp, like a quiet guest who wished not to disturb the sleepers. I felt the golden light seeping through the canvas of the tents, brushing over the earth, the dew-drenched grass, the flanks of the resting horses. The world that only hours ago had been filled with growls and the stench of blood now seemed to breathe again. The embers of the fire glowed faintly, like the heart’s final, slow beats, and the cool air filled with fresh scents: damp earth, bark, the fading trace of smoke, and something new—something promising.I had already been awake, though my eyes were still closed. I listened to the camp. The quiet movements of my Lycans, taking down tents with practiced ease. The whisper of ropes, the faint clatter of harness on the packhorses. I gave no order—none was needed. They had done this a thousand times; their motions were as natural as breathing.But the small stir beside me was something new. Something foreign—and yet, utterly at home. Nyra sa

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Chapter Twenty One

NyraThe massive oak gates opened slowly, with solemn grace, as though the palace itself leaned forward in curiosity to take a closer look at me. Torchlight glinted on the ironwork, the fierce wolf-heads wrought into the metal, and as the gates parted, I forgot to breathe for a moment. My heart pounded against my ribs so violently it felt as if it might break free and flee in my place.The hall revealed before me surpassed all imagination. The floor of dark stone gleamed as if each slab had been polished with moonlight itself. Silver traced the veins in the rock, catching and scattering the light, while every step I took echoed back at me as though the palace listened. Colored shafts of sunlight spilled through stained glass windows, scattering crimson, gold, and blue shards across the ground, dancing with every stir of the high draperies.It felt as though I had stepped into a living, breathing world. The light itself seemed to move with me.When I lifted my gaze, I lost myself in th

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Chapter Twenty Two

NyraThe silence of the room was so deep that only my breathing filled it—and the faint, trembling sobs that slipped from me against my will. The blanket I had clutched as though it were my only shield against the world slid from my shoulders and fell to the floor. It landed soundlessly, weightless, as if surrendering with me. All strength left me. Only Aedan’s arms remained, holding me, and I clung to him as though the storms of the world would sweep me away if he let go.I trembled. Not a little, but like a bird torn by a storm, not knowing where to find refuge. And Aedan did not move. He did not rush. He did not try to save me with words, did not hold me too tightly, did not demand. He only held me. I felt the solidity of his arms as they wrapped around me, and inside that shelter my sobs slowly, painfully slowly, began to quiet.When at last the shuddering of my body eased, I felt him shift back just slightly—only enough to see my face. My hair clung to my cheeks, tears had carved

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Chapter Twenty Three

AedanThe door clicked softly shut behind me, and I took only a few steps down the corridor. I didn’t want to go far. Not when every moment was still this fragile. Nyra had just cried in my arms, and the memory of her tears still burned against my fingers. The trembling of her body, the weight of her embrace—it still pulsed through me, etched into my chest.I stopped, resting my back against the cold stone wall. I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. She was safe—I told myself that again and again. Her room was warm, the bath prepared, and behind that door only peace awaited her. I knew she needed to be alone for a while. To breathe freely, without feeling that someone watched her every move.But then the bond… that invisible thread between us… trembled. At first it was faint, like a distant call. Then, in the space of a heartbeat, it changed—pain, panic, terror flooding through it.My chest tightened, air rushing from my lungs. Nyra’s ragged breaths, the convulsin

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Chapter Twenty Four

AedanFor a long time I sat motionless at the edge of the bed. I listened to Nyra’s uneven, but slowly calming breaths—how her chest rose and fell in steadier rhythm after the convulsions of her nightmares finally loosened their hold. Her face lay half-turned on the pillow, blonde strands clinging to her brow, and for the first time her features softened. She shifted a little beneath the blanket, but the violent tremors were gone.The room sank into the deep darkness before dawn. The fire had burned low, embers glowing like tiny stars within the hearth. Shadows danced softly across the walls, as if the world itself guarded her fragile peace. My shoulders ached, my back protested the long stillness, but I ignored it. I had no right to rest while she lay so defenseless.Only when her dreams remained calm for a long while did I dare breathe more deeply. And then I noticed something.When I drew back even slightly, her body grew restless, her brow furrowed, her breathing turned uneven. Bu

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Chapter Twenty Five

AedanThe sunlight filtered gently through the leaves in golden shafts, and as we stepped deeper into the garden, it felt as though the sky itself had bent low to meet us. The ground still held the coolness of night, the air was rich with the spice of dew mixed with the soft fragrance of blooming shrubs. I heard the murmur of the stream, the endless chorus of birdsong, and in that moment, everything was so peaceful it seemed almost impossible that yesterday had been filled with suffering, tears, and nightmares.Nyra stood beside me. Still fragile, her posture tense, her hand clutching the blanket she had carried with her—but in her eyes, something faint flickered. Curiosity. Not fear, but cautious wonder. That alone was a victory.I turned slightly, waiting until her gaze met mine. I knew one wrong word could send her retreating back into her fears. So when I spoke, my voice was deep, calm, encouraging.“Do you want to run with me?”The question startled her. Her eyes widened, her che

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Chapter Twenty Six

NyraThe first rays of sunlight slipped softly through the tall, arched windows, painting golden patches on the white stone walls of the palace, on the silken curtains, and on the bed where I rested. The blankets wrapped me in warmth, and as I slowly drifted awake, I felt something I was not used to: I was not alone. My body was surrounded by a safe heat, and even through the cover I sensed Aedan’s presence. He was beside me, so close that my heart skipped a beat. Tilting my head, I looked at him: he sat with his back against the pillows, as though he had not slept fully all night, only half-dozing to keep watch over me. His eyes were half-closed, but the moment I stirred, they opened at once, and his golden gaze locked on mine.My heart jolted. I knew he had stayed on purpose. This was not chance, not whim. He had kept watch over me. The thought was terrifying and beautiful all at once, and I didn’t know what to do with the storm of feelings inside me. I looked at him with gratitude,

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Chapter Twenty Seven

Nyra The palace corridors echoed softly with the muted sound of our footsteps as Aedan and I walked side by side through the tall, vaulted halls. The stone walls were lit by great torches, their warm, flickering glow dancing across carved patterns that told the ancient stories of the Lycans’ past. With each step I felt as though I left another shadow behind me—yet the past still pulsed inside, refusing to let go so easily. My heart pounded so hard I feared Aedan might hear it. He walked with serene majesty, his posture straight, his strides purposeful, his gaze fixed forward as if nothing could sway him from his intent. Strength radiated from every movement, yet not the cold power of a ruler—rather the protective presence of a mate. I looked down at the dress I wore—the fine-woven deep blue fabric, the faint silver-thread embroidery that traced wolves, stars, and moons into the cloth. It wasn’t ostentatious, but it carried weight—just as every step of mine carried weight now. When,

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Chapter Twenty Eight

NyraThe palace corridors were filled with muted sounds, the after-echoes of the day’s bustle fading now into distant doors closing, faint fragments of conversation, the soft echo of footsteps on marble floors. The sun was sinking toward the horizon, casting the gardens beyond the windows in a warm glow of orange-gold. I walked in silence at Aedan’s side. In my chest still lingered the weight of the council chamber—the stares, the questions, the words that tore open my past yet somehow freed me. I was tired. Not just in body. This was a different kind of weariness—the kind one feels when, after a long, dark tunnel, air is finally reached. Not easy. Not liberating. Simply exhausting, but real.Aedan said nothing. He didn’t need to. His footsteps echoed evenly, and his movements were no longer as measured—as he opened my chamber door and gently held it for me, it felt less like ceremony and more like habit. There was nothing grand in it. And perhaps that was why it felt so disarmingly n

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Chapter Twenty Nine

The warmth of the water wrapped around us, rising in steam into the quiet torchlight. I leaned against the inner edge of the pool, my hand half beneath the surface, fingers moving slowly, gently over Nyra’s shoulders, her back, her neck—only as much as she allowed. It wasn’t her body I wanted to cleanse. It was her soul. To wash away the filth of the past, the memory of touches never asked for, only forced. And yet… something inside me, deep, primal, wild, was pounding louder and louder.I didn’t want it.I didn’t want to feel this way.Not now. Not here.But she was there before me. Veiled in steam, her hair falling damp over her shoulders, water shimmering over her skin—and her body, with every scar, every mark, every trace of brokenness, carried something that shook me entirely. It wasn’t desire that burned brightest in me. It was the way my eyes kept returning to her. I couldn’t help it. And it wasn’t with guilt, but with struggle.My hand stilled beneath her shoulder blade, and m

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