All Chapters of Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NyraAfter the kiss we stood there for a long moment, pressed against one another. The air was heavy, filled with our sighs, with held breath, with the trembling tension buzzing across my skin. I knew the palace outside was already stirring, that beyond the meadows life was humming—but in that chamber there was only us. Quiet, burning, on the threshold of a promise.At last Aedan pulled back slowly, his forehead resting against mine. His breath was still fast, heavy, desire pulsing through him—I felt it blaze like fire inside him—yet still he held it back. He wanted me. Every part of him ached for me. But he wanted something even more: that when everything finally opened between us, no shadows remained in me. Only light.“We should get dressed,” he said at last, voice hoarse, with a smile behind which a battle vibrated. “Before I change my mind.”I almost laughed, but in my voice there was something new: courage.“Would that be the first thing you couldn’t hold back?”Aedan ran his ha

The words we had spoken still reverberated in the throne room. Sharp, painful—but necessary. I felt that Aedan could no longer allow them to simply linger in the air. Action was needed. Steps that could not be taken back.He stood tall at the top of the throne’s steps. His gaze swept the hall, and when he spoke, his voice rang with such power through the walls that even those in the farthest rows straightened their spines.“Today… a new era begins.”He looked at me. And in that look there was no longer fear for my shadows, but trust. A single glance, and every chain of my past fell silent inside me.“I call for a council,” he continued. “In the presence of the empire’s warriors, guardians, and leaders. To strengthen the unity of our packs, and to decide our next steps against the border raids and the unrest within.”A stir rippled through the hall, but his next words silenced everything.“At this council… my Luna will sit. Nyra. As the queen of the Lycáns. As an equal voice in our dec

The wind howled between the stone walls, as though it rose from the bowels of the earth, the breath of some forgotten world. I saw the hall. Not as one who walked there, but as one forced to witness through another’s eyes. The darkness was thick, damp, and heavy; the air carried a metallic tang, as though centuries of blood still seeped from the cracks in the stone. Rowan knelt. The ground was cold beneath his palms, his clothes plain, stripped of ornament, as if he were no longer a man but only a vessel. Before him loomed a throne carved of black stone, its shadows stretching hungrily across the walls. And upon the throne… I saw no face, no form. Only a deepening murk from which a voice was born.And that voice reverberated through everything. Through the stone. Through Rowan’s body. Through my chest.“You wait too long, Rowan. The throne will not come to you.”I felt Rowan flinch, stammering excuses—he had tried, he had sought the packs’ allegiance. But the voice cut him down, dripp

The morning crept slowly into the room, as if it too feared breaking the silence that lingered between us too suddenly. The golden light first slid across the canopy’s fabric, then over the rumpled sheets, and finally onto my bare skin pressed against Aedan’s. For a fleeting moment, I thought I was still dreaming—that last night, the heat, the kisses, the pleasure that had filled every part of me had only been a fantasy. But then I felt the weight of his arm around my waist, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, and I knew: it was real. And yet my first thought was how foreign this feeling was—and how deeply I had longed for it. I was naked. Covered by nothing but silk, and Aedan’s body pressed so close I could feel the beat of his heart beneath his ribs. Every shadow of my past would have whispered that now was the time to fear. That I should pull away. That I should feel shame. But my body didn’t listen. My body was warm, alive… and wanting. I moved my hand carefully.

NyraThe silence of the room was thick, sweet and slow, like honey. It wasn’t empty—only full. My body still pressed against Aedan’s chest, his heartbeat steady while mine raced faster than calm should allow. But this wasn’t fear anymore. It was release—deep, liberating release.My thighs trembled faintly, my skin tingled where his touch had lingered again and again. Not just my body, but something deeper—something I had hidden for years from others, maybe even from myself. Now… I no longer wanted to hide.He didn’t speak, only traced my waist and back with gentle fingers, each movement whispering: I am here. I won’t hurt you. And I won’t leave. A sigh escaped me, eyes closed as I rested in him for a while longer before I shifted slightly. Not to move away—only to move. My skin still burned from the memory of him, but my soul felt light.When my gaze met Aedan’s, a faint, uncertain smile touched my lips. I was shy, but not with the old, choking shame. This was something else—the stran