All Chapters of Fated to Ruin the Luna - Crimson Moon Oath: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: When Wolves Defy Destiny.

Lyra’s POV.My head throbbed and the world came back in pieces, cold stone beneath my shoulder blades, the smell of damp rock and old smoke and the terrifying silence where Kael’s bond should have been. I pushed up on my elbows and the movement sent a wave of dizziness through me so strong I had to brace both palms against the platform to keep from falling back. The bond was still there, but it felt stretched thin and muffled, like trying to hear someone shout through a closed door. Panic clawed at my chest because Kael would be feeling the same absence and I knew exactly what that would do to him. He would think I had been taken from him on purpose, that I had chosen to leave and the thought of him believing that for even a second made my wolf snarl inside my skin so hard the heir kicked in protest.I forced myself upright and looked around. The chamber was huge, carved straight out of black volcanic rock with thick veins of raw silver running through the walls that caught the tor

Chapter 62: The Alpha Who Stood Between Death and Destiny.

Kael’s POVThe sanctuary gate exploded inward under my shoulder and I crashed through the wreckage with blood already dripping from a dozen cuts because nothing was going to keep me from Lyra tonight.My pack poured in behind me, Thorne at my left, Eira at my right and twenty of our best warriors shifting as they ran, claws scraping stone and howls echoing off the volcanic walls.The air stank of Crown wolves and old iron and underneath it all, I caught Lyra’s scent, sharp with fear and fierce with life and the bond pulled me forward like a rope around my heart.I saw her the instant the corridor opened into the main hall. She stood near the far wall in hybrid form, claws out, silver-black fur rippling along her arms, one hand pressed protectively to her stomach.The heir was reacting hard; I could feel it through the bond, a frantic kick of warning that made my own wolf snarl in answer and between us stood the thing that had made her wolf rise.The Heir-Hunter.It was massive, bigger

Chapter 63: Bloodlines That Refuse to Break.

Lyra’s POVThe second Heir-Hunter crashed through the shattered wall before the dust from the first one had even settled and its chains dragged across the stone with a sound that set my teeth on edge. Kael shifted in the same heartbeat and met the creature head-on while his black wolf form collided with the monster in a clash that shook the entire chamber and sent cracks racing up the walls. They rolled together in a tangle of claws and teeth and Kael’s jaws clamped around the beast’s throat while its own claws raked deep furrows across his shoulders. I felt every injury through the bond like fire in my own skin and the heir kicked hard enough that I staggered forward a step because the pup was reacting to the danger with pure protective fury.I forced myself to stay upright and pushed calm through the bond because Kael needed me steady more than he needed me rushing in blind. “Breathe,” I told him silently and felt him answer with a surge of determination that steadied us both. T

Chapter 64: The Royal Purge Alpha Awakens.

Kael’s POVThe Royal Purge Alpha stepped into the torchlight, its eyes locked only on Lyra’s stomach. I reacted the instant it moved, shifting fully into my massive black wolf form while my muscles coiled and I leaped forward to intercept the lunge. The collision hit like two mountains slamming together, my claws raking across its reinforced hide while its own metal-tipped paws scraped deep gouges into my shoulder. The sanctuary shook under the impact, loose stones falling from the ceiling, and Crown warriors scattered to the sides because they knew better than to get between an Alpha and a threat to his mate. I snapped my jaws around its forearm and tasted the wrongness immediately, no fresh blood, just cold iron and something built, not born, like the creature had been pieced together from parts that should never have lived.It twisted under me with unnatural speed and threw me into the wall hard enough that pain exploded through my ribs but I rolled and came up snarling because not

CHAPTER 65: Under the Mountain’s Breath.

POV: LyraThe last thing I saw before the world disappeared beneath a storm of falling stone was Kael’s face, caught between man and wolf, his features flickering with the shifting, and his gold eyes glowing with a desperation so fierce it rooted itself in my bones.The mountain groaned as if its spine were breaking. The death roar of the Royal Purge Alpha echoed through the collapsing chamber, followed instantly by the thunderous cascade of rock giving way. The sound consumed everything. Then the darkness swallowed us.Stone crashed down in a suffocating wall of dust and shattered debris, but Kael moved with the instinct of someone who refused to let death claim either of us.He threw himself around me, wrapping his body over mine as he lunged toward a narrow fissure in the wall that had opened only seconds before the ceiling dropped. His back took the crushing impact of falling rock. I heard the blunt thuds. I heard his breath tear from his lungs. But his arms never loosened.I curl

Chapter 66: When the Mountain Bleeds.

Kael’s POVThe Prime Purge Wolf lunged at Lyra. I shifted instantly into my massive black wolf, launching myself between her and the creature in an explosive clash of claws, teeth, and stone. The collision was louder than the collapse of the previous chamber. The Prime Purge Wolf was far stronger than the prototypes or the Royal Purge Alpha, and I felt its reinforced skeleton through the impact. I was thrown backward but twisted mid-air to land upright, planting myself firmly between Lyra and the beast. The masked officer watched with satisfaction, revealing that this creature was never intended for Crown control.The Prime Beast is not controlled by the Crown sigils at all. It is operating on instinct and hunger for mixed-blood heirs, making it unpredictable even to the masked officer.Lyra clutched her stomach as the heir reacted violently to the Prime Beast’s aura. I sensed the heir’s distress through the mate-bond. The pressure nearly brought me to my knees. Lyra tried to stand, b

Chapter 67: Something Older Rises.

The dust settled like a shroud over the broken sanctuary, thick and choking, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of shattered stone. Lyra's lungs burned with every shallow breath, but she forced herself to stay upright, one hand pressed protectively over the swell of her stomach where their son still kicked with fierce, insistent life. The heir's movements grounded her, a reminder that she was more than the vessel the Crown feared or the monster her bloodline had cursed her to become.Kael stood beside her, his massive frame trembling from the effort of the fight, blood streaming from gashes across his ribs and shoulder. The wounds from the Prime Purge Wolf refused to close quickly, the creature's unnatural enhancements slowing his healing like poison in his veins. Yet he did not waver. His arm remained locked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side as if the contact alone could shield her from the collapsing world."Lyra," he rasped, his voice rough

Chapter 68: The clearing erupted into chaos.

The forest around them seemed to inhale, holding its breath as the new shadows detached from the treeline and stepped fully into the fractured moonlight.Lyra felt the air thicken, heavy with an ancient, primal weight that pressed against her chest and made the heir inside her stir with restless urgency. Her hand flew to her rounded belly on instinct, fingers splaying protectively over the firm swell where their son kicked hard, as if sensing the new threat and answering it with a surge of raw power that rippled through her veins like liquid fire.Kael’s body went rigid beside her, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. His arm remained locked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side with a possessiveness that bordered on desperation. Blood still seeped from the deep gashes across his ribs and shoulder, staining his torn shirt dark, but he stood tall, unyielding, his golden eyes glowing with the wolf that hovered just beneath his skin.The mate bond thrummed betw

Chapter 69: Victory Before the Storm.

Thorne and two warriors joined the fray, their forms blurring as they attacked the beast’s flanks. Thorne’s axe bit deep into its haunch, drawing a spray of dark, viscous fluid that smelled of rot and old magic.Eira chanted low and fast, her runes flaring to life around the creature’s legs, attempting to bind its movements. The pack fought with coordinated ferocity, but the guardian was relentless, shrugging off blows that would have felled lesser beasts and countering with sweeping strikes that forced them to dodge and weave.One warrior was caught across the chest and hurled into a tree with bone-cracking force. Another took a slash to the thigh and went down snarling. Kael roared again, driving the beast back toward the treeline, his claws leaving deep furrows in its hide.Blood matted his own fur now, but his eyes never left Lyra, even in the heat of battle. The bond sang with his need to protect, to claim, to survive long enough to bury himself inside her again and remind them b

Chapter 70: Three Armies, One Fate

The vampire war horns rolled across the western border like distant thunder, low and resonant, vibrating through the trees and into Lyra’s bones. Each note carried centuries of calculated hunger, the sound designed to unsettle wolf instincts and remind every living creature in the territory that the night belonged to more than just fur and claw. The pack froze mid-step, ears pricked, hackles raised as the horns sounded again, closer this time, carried on the cold wind sweeping down from the river.Kael’s arm tightened around Lyra’s waist, pulling her even closer against his blood-streaked chest. His body radiated heat despite the wounds still weeping across his ribs and shoulder and the mate bond flared between them, hot and possessive, a living flame that cut through the exhaustion and fear. She felt his wolf surge beneath his skin, not just in rage but in the deep, primal need to claim and protect what was his. Even now, with an army on the horizon, his hand slid lower on her hip

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