All Chapters of Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

POV: Tybalt CapuletThe challenge grounds were empty at dawn.I arrived first, wanting time to prepare myself for what was coming. The grass was still wet with dew, the air cold enough to see my breath. Perfect conditions for a fight. The chill would keep our heads clear, make the violence feel more real.My phone buzzed in my pocket. Juliana again, the fifteenth call since last night. I sent it to voicemail without looking. Whatever she wanted to say, whatever pleas she'd make, it was too late. Ronan had issued the challenge. I'd accepted. The only thing left was to see it through."You came early."I turned to find Principal Lear standing at the edge of the grounds, his expression grim."Someone has to officiate," he said. "Make sure this stays within the bounds of pack law.""This is a death match. There are no bounds.""There are always bounds. Even in sanctioned kills." He moved closer, his old Alpha authority making my wolf take notice. "You understand what you're doing here? Th

POV: Juliana CapuletI felt Ronan wake up through the mate bond at 4 AM.His determination hit me like ice water, sharp and cold and absolute. He was going through with it. Despite my pleas, despite everything we'd built together, he was choosing vengeance over us.I threw on clothes and ran across campus toward the challenge grounds. Maybe I could stop this before it started. Maybe I could talk sense into both of them before someone died and destroyed what was left of my world.The grounds were already filling when I arrived. Word had spread fast about the death match. Students lined the viewing area in the predawn darkness, their phones raised to capture whatever tragedy was about to unfold.Ronan stood on one side of the marked circle, his face carved from stone and fury. No trace of the boy who'd kissed me under the stars, who'd promised we'd find a way through this together. Just the Alpha his father had trained him to be, ready to kill for pack honor and personal vengeance.Tyb

POV: Ronan MontagueThe holding room smelled like fear and regret.I sat on the concrete bench with my hands cuffed in silver-lined restraints that burned against my skin. Standard protocol for violent offenders, they'd explained. Like I was some kind of rabid animal that might attack the guards if given the chance.Maybe they were right. I'd killed someone yesterday. Crushed Tybalt's throat while he was submitting, crossed the line from self-defense into murder so fast I didn't realize it was happening until his body went limp in my jaws.The mate bond ached constantly. Juliana's pain echoed through our connection, mixing with my own guilt and horror until I couldn't tell where my emotions ended and hers began. She was grieving. Furious. Torn apart by impossible choices I'd forced on her.And she hadn't visited. Hadn't called or texted or given any indication that she believed my version of events over what the witnesses claimed they'd seen.The door opened and my father walked in.A

POV: Cassio YoungThe challenge notice appeared on my dorm room door at midnight.I stared at the formal document, written in Otto's neat handwriting, declaring his intent to challenge me for "crimes against pack honor and betrayal of trust." The specific accusations made my stomach drop. He thought I'd been secretly meeting with Desi. That we were having an affair behind his back.Which was completely insane."This is a mistake," I told my roommate Marcus. "I've never even spoken to Desi alone. We're in one class together and that's it.""Doesn't matter what's true. Matters what Otto believes." Marcus looked worried. "You need to talk to him before this goes public. Explain whatever misunderstanding happened.""How do I explain something I didn't do?""Figure it out fast. Because an Omega challenge is no joke. They might be rare, but when they happen, it's because something broke inside them."I found Otto in the library at 2 AM, surrounded by printed photos that made my blood run c

POV: Emilia GrecoThe box under my bed held three years of documentation.I sat on my dorm room floor at 3 AM, surrounded by printed screenshots, recorded conversations, and testimonies from Ian's victims that I'd been collecting since we were fifteen. Every manipulation. Every lie. Every person he'd destroyed for entertainment or strategic advantage.My hands shook as I organized the evidence into chronological order. Starting with small things in middle school. A rumor here, a broken friendship there. Nothing that seemed significant until you saw the pattern. The way he tested his techniques, refined his approaches, learned exactly how to exploit people's vulnerabilities.By high school, he'd perfected his methods. Could identify a target's weak points within days and orchestrate their downfall within weeks. And I'd watched it happen, told myself it wasn't my business, convinced myself that family loyalty mattered more than the strangers he hurt.Until this semester. Until I'd watc