All Chapters of Fated to Ruin the Luna - Crimson Moon Oath: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

The path into the neutral valleys wound through mist-shrouded passes where ancient trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with silver moss that glowed faintly in the filtered light. Lyra rode beside Kael on a sturdy mare provided by the Vaeloria riders, her body still humming from the mountain’s ritual even as exhaustion tugged at her limbs. Their son had settled into a calmer rhythm inside her, his presence steady and warm, no longer drained by the guardians’ demands. Yet she felt the fragility beneath that calm, a reminder that their hard-won balance remained delicate.Kael rode close enough that their legs brushed with every step, his hand occasionally reaching across to rest on her thigh. The simple contact grounded her, but it also stirred the ever-present bond between them. Even after the night’s horrors, desire simmered beneath his touch, a quiet heat that promised more once they reached safety. She caught him watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking, h

The neutral valleys lay wrapped in pre-dawn hush as Lyra and Kael prepared for the summons. Mist clung to the cliffs like silver veils, softening the edges of the carved dwellings and turning the waterfalls into ghostly ribbons of sound. Lyra stood at the edge of their temporary home, breathing in the crisp air while her hand rested over the steady rise of her belly. Their son moved with quiet strength now, no longer drained by the guardians’ demands, yet she felt the lingering fragility in every subtle shift, a reminder that the mountain’s balance remained newly forged and easily broken.Kael emerged behind her, freshly bathed and dressed in simple neutral garments provided by their hosts. The wounds across his torso had begun to close properly, leaving faint silver scars that only added to the map of battles written on his body. He stepped close without a word, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. His warmth seeped into her back, solid and r

Lyra's POVEira sat down on a flat section of rock and pressed her forearm against her knee, exhaling slowly. Thorne laid the injured warrior down with practiced gentleness and crouched to check the leg properly now that there was light to work with.I stood beside Kael and looked out at the valley. The moon was past its highest point, which meant we had been inside the mountain for longer than it had felt. The mate bond between us hummed steadily, warm and alive despite the blood still drying on his shirt, despite the cut at the back of his head that had matted his dark hair on one side."Let me see your side," I said."It is fine.""Kael."He turned to look at me and something in my expression must have reached through the wall he always built after a fight because he lifted his shirt without further argument. The wound from the Purge Alpha's metal-reinforced claw was deep, longer than I had realized, running from just below his ribs to above his hip in a jagged line that had clotte