All Chapters of Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

158 Chapters

"The Principal's Burden"

POV: Principal LearThe coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but Alexander Lear kept staring at it like the dark liquid might offer answers.Three incident reports sat on his desk. Three separate challenges issued in the past week alone. That didn't count the unauthorized transformation in the East Woods or the fight that had broken out during Pack Politics class yesterday.Something was building. He could feel it in his bones, in the way students walked the halls with shoulders tight and eyes watchful. The air tasted electric, charged with the kind of tension that preceded lightning strikes.His phone buzzed. Another call from a pack leader demanding updates on their precious offspring.He let it go to voicemail."Sir?" His secretary's voice crackled through the intercom. "Alpha Montague is on line three. He says it's urgent."Of course it was urgent. Everything was urgent when your heir was sneaking around with a Capulet girl."Tell him I'm in a meeting.""He's called six times today."

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

"The Files Multiply"

POV: Principal LearThe files kept multiplying.Lear spread them across his desk like tarot cards, reading futures in incident reports and teacher observations.Mercutio Escalus: Found intoxicated on school grounds. Displaying signs of depression and anxiety.Otto Moorland: Emotional instability increasing. Recommended for counseling.Beatrice Sharpe: Issued challenge to fellow student. Refused mediation.Tybalt Capulet: Multiple instances of aggressive behavior toward Montague pack members.Each file represented a life he was responsible for. Each name belonged to a kid who'd been sent here to learn how to be better than their parents' generation.He was failing them.His phone rang again. This time he answered."Principal Lear.""Alexander." Vincent Capulet's voice was tight with barely controlled fury. "We need to discuss my daughter's situation.""Juliana is an excellent student. Her grades are—""I don't give a damn about her grades. I care about the Montague boy she's been meeti

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

"Accepted"

POV: Principal LearThe reports kept coming.Thursday afternoon: Mercutio Escalus found drunk on the roof of Westridge Hall, rambling about death and duty and the unfairness of it all.Thursday evening: Otto Moorland had a panic attack in the dining hall. Desi Whitmore stayed with him, refusing to leave even when other students stared.Friday morning: Beatrice Sharpe and Benedict Archer got into a shouting match outside the gymnasium that nearly turned physical.Friday afternoon: Tybalt Capulet filed an official challenge against Mercutio Escalus for "interference in family matters."Lear stared at the challenge form, recognizing the formal language that made everything legal and binding. Once filed, once accepted, there was no backing out without dishonor that would follow both families for generations.He could reject it. As principal, he had the authority to deny challenges he deemed dangerous or inappropriate.But rejecting it would only delay the inevitable. These kids were on a c

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

"The Planning"

POV: Ronan MontagueThe new moon was in three days.I stared at the lunar calendar on my phone, calculating risk versus reward for maybe the hundredth time this week. Three days until the sky went dark and our scents would be weakest. Three days until Juliana and I could complete the mating bond without every supernatural creature within fifty miles sensing it.Three days felt like forever and not nearly long enough."You're doing that thing again." Mercutio's voice came from his bed across our dorm room. "The brooding stare where you look like you're contemplating either murder or marriage.""Neither," I lied."Liar. You've had that same expression for two weeks." He sat up, tossing aside whatever book he'd been pretending to read. "What's going on?"I trusted Mercutio with my life. Had since we were fourteen and he'd helped me through the worst of my grief after Mom died. But telling him about the ceremony felt dangerous, like speaking the plan out loud might somehow jinx it."Nothi

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

"The Witness"

POV: Ronan MontagueNurse Quickly's office smelled like antiseptic and chamomile tea. She looked up from her paperwork when we knocked, eyebrows rising at seeing a Montague and Capulet together after hours."This should be interesting," she said dryly. "Come in before someone sees you lurking in my doorway like star-crossed teenagers."We sat in the chairs across from her desk, and I let Juliana explain. She was better with words, better at making impossible things sound reasonable."You want me to witness your mating ceremony." Nurse Quickly's expression gave nothing away. "Do you understand what you're asking? The political implications?""Yes," Juliana said firmly."And you're both willing to face the consequences? The pack challenges, the family exile, the very real possibility of violence?""Yes."Nurse Quickly turned to me. "Ronan? Your mother was a good friend of mine. What would she think about this?"The question hit harder than expected. Mom had died protecting our pack fro

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

"The Bond Complete"

POV: Juliana CapuletThe mate bond settled into my chest like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.I lay in my dorm room bed at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling while my wolf purred with contentment for the first time in weeks. The restless energy that had been driving me crazy since the semester started was gone, replaced by a warm certainty that hummed through my veins like electricity.Ronan was mine. I was his. The universe had spoken, and nothing else mattered.Except everything else did matter.My phone buzzed with a text from my mother: Call home when you wake up. Important family announcement.The message made my stomach clench with dread. Family announcements were never good news, especially when they came at 3 AM.I tried Ronan's number, needing to hear his voice and feel the bond thrumming between us like proof that last night had actually happened. The call went straight to voicemail."Hey, it's me," I said after the beep. "I know you're probably sleeping, but I just wa

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

"Playing Pretend"

POV: Juliana CapuletClasses were torture.I sat in Advanced Pack Politics, trying to focus on Professor Martinez's lecture about territorial negotiations while the mate bond hummed constantly in the background of my awareness. Every time Ronan shifted in his seat three rows behind me, I felt it. Every time his emotions spiked with stress or amusement or boredom, the bond carried that information to me like we were connected by invisible strings.How was I supposed to act normal when I could feel my mate's heartbeat in my own chest?"Miss Capulet," Professor Martinez called out, making me jump. "Perhaps you could share your thoughts on the Treaty of 1847 and its implications for modern pack relations?"I had no idea what she'd been talking about. "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?""The Treaty of 1847," she repeated patiently. "The agreement that ended the Great Pack War and established protocols for inter-pack disputes. What were its primary weaknesses?"My mind scrambled fo

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

"The Weekend from Hell"

POV: Juliana CapuletHome was exactly as terrible as I'd expected.My parents spent Friday evening introducing me to distant relatives who'd heard about the engagement and wanted to offer congratulations. Each conversation felt like nails on a chalkboard, every well-meaning comment about my future with Lorenzo making the mate bond twist painfully in my chest."You must be so excited," Aunt Carolina said over dinner. "Lorenzo is such a catch. Strong, handsome, excellent bloodline.""Very exciting," I agreed, pushing food around my plate while my mother watched with sharp eyes."You seem distracted, darling," she observed. "Is everything alright?""Just tired from classes.""Perhaps you should rest this weekend instead of going out with friends. We have the dress fitting tomorrow, and you'll want to look your best."The dress fitting. For my engagement announcement. To a man who wasn't my mate."Actually, I was hoping we could talk. Privately."My mother's expression shifted to concern

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

"The Reckoning"

POV: Juliana Capulet"No," my mother said simply. "Absolutely not.""It's not a choice. The bond is already formed.""Then we'll have it broken."The casual suggestion of breaking a sacred mate bond made my blood run cold. "You can't break a mate bond. It's against supernatural law.""Laws can be navigated around when necessary. Your father knows people who specialize in... complicated situations.""Complicated situations? You mean bond breaking? That's barbaric. It damages both wolves involved, sometimes permanently.""Better damaged than mated to a Montague." My mother finally looked at me, and I saw genuine fear beneath her anger. "Juliana, you don't understand what you're asking. Our families have been at war for three centuries. Your great-grandmother was killed by Montagues. Your uncle barely survived an ambush orchestrated by their Alpha. This isn't some romantic star-crossed lovers situation. This is generations of blood and betrayal.""And maybe it's time for that to end.""

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

"The Perfect Manipulation"

POV: Ian GrecoThe key to destroying someone isn't breaking them all at once.It's finding the crack in their foundation and applying pressure until everything crumbles from within.I watch Otto Moorland through the library window, hunched over his Advanced Pack Politics textbook like it holds the secrets to the universe. His fingers worry the edge of the page, a nervous habit I've catalogued along with dozens of other tells. The way he adjusts his glasses when uncomfortable. How his voice gets softer when he's uncertain. The apologetic slump of his shoulders when anyone challenges him.Weakness, all of it. Beautiful, exploitable weakness.My phone buzzes with a notification. The photos are ready.I spent three weeks setting this up. Three weeks of careful observation, strategic conversations, and cultivated trust. Otto thinks I'm his friend—the only person who really understands how hard it is being an Omega in a world built for Alphas. He confides in me about his insecurities, his

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

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