All Chapters of Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The days following that meeting were covered in a strange, dangerous silence, one of those that settles only over a territory on the brink of war. It was the calm before the storm in its purest form.I was fine. I didn’t feel the slightest worry about confronting Lyun. The worst that could happen was me losing control and going after her, and even then, I was confident I could take her down without much difficulty.Rayan, on the other hand, seemed restless, vigilant. He tried to hide it behind authority and possessiveness, but I knew the truth: he was worried about me.Maybe, in another universe, one in which I hadn’t lived through the horrors I endured in this one, I could love him. Let myself be claimed by a man as intense as he was, a man as intense as me.But not here. Here, I carried war inside me. And as they say: all is fair in love and war.So, during the three days left before the full moon, I spent most of my time in the training field. Not only that, Rayan had asked Hertor

I stayed there, feeling the warmth of Rayan’s body against mine, as if that could slow the world down, as if we could be just two lovers with no past or future, but time was never merciful with me.Finally, after a delicious eternity, he kissed the top of my head, slow, almost reverent. Then I felt his fingers sliding down my spine with a firm and delicate tenderness, something only he seemed capable of doing.“You don’t have to go,” he murmured, sounding more like a request than a suggestion.I smiled against his skin, a small, almost sad smile. Not because of what awaited me, but because I wanted to stay there with him, and I knew that as soon as I got up, everything would return to the way it was before. “Yes, I do,” I whispered.He held my chin and made me look at him. His eyes were darker than usual, full of that intensity that always threatened me, always attracted me, always left me on the edge of something I pretended not to recognize.Rayan was like an inviting abyss I always

The silence between us became suffocating, as if the forest itself were waiting for the outcome. My fingers tingled, ready to react, but my chest… my chest ached in a way no blade could ever cause.I hadn’t imagined that seeing Lyun would affect me so deeply, but apparently, I had more resentment in me than I thought.“Just say what you want,” I demanded, trying to keep my voice firm, though my hands felt cold and trembling with hatred. “I don’t want to waste more time here than necessary.”“You know why I called you,” she responded, her hand still resting on the dagger at her waist, mirroring my stance. “The rumors about the war.”“If you want to talk about war, you should’ve asked for a meeting with Rayan. He’s the alpha, he’s the one who decides when we attack or retreat,” I said, shrugging with a faint smile.“Oh, Violet, come on!” She tilted her head with a hint of mockery in her eyes, beginning to walk slowly to the right. “We both know this war wasn’t Rayan’s idea.”“Oh? You do

Two weeks passed like sharp blades cutting through days and nights.The moons advanced in their inexorable cycle while the fortress transformed into a living machine of preparation. Daily training echoed through the courtyards, the clash of metal against metal blending with the howl of warriors learning new formations.The corridors vibrated with meetings, maps, strategies, oaths, and fear disguised as bravery. Patrols doubled, borders were reinforced, and messengers came and went carrying alliances, refusals, and veiled threats.Every dawn brought reports of Noar movement, every nightfall, the sound of exhausted warriors collapsing onto mattresses still warm from the previous shift.I trained until my muscles burned, until my body begged for mercy and my mind refused, from sunrise until nightfall. Hertor guided me with patience, correcting angles, rhythm, breathing, every slip was noticed by him. He acted as if my life depended on that training.And, in truth, it did.Rayan, on the o

Rayan.We stayed like that for some time, and I increased the pace of my thrusts slowly, keeping her body glued to mine while I rubbed her sensitive spot.The air around us was thick, we were surrounded by the wet sounds of our pleasure, by the moans I wrung from Violet, by the primitive growls I let out whenever I hit deep inside her.Her scent infiltrated the air like a sweet poison, setting my lungs on fire from the inside. My wolf stirred, scratching, demanding more. That was what Violet did to me, no matter where or how, I needed her. And the heat only made that need bigger and more unbearable.She threw her head back, moaning and exposing her neck. I alternated bites and kisses on that soft, good-smelling skin. Her warmth was everything I needed and wanted in that moment.“Rayan…” She whispered between moans. “Take my clothes off.”I growled against her ear. I wanted to, I wanted to feel her bare skin rubbing against mine, but I didn’t want anyone else to see her.“Not here.” I