Alle Kapitel von Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Rayan.From the moment Violet told me she was pregnant, everything else became noise. A distant, irrelevant background, like the echo of an old life that no longer belonged to me.Political disputes, tensions between packs, none of that could occupy the center of my mind the way it once had. Everything felt too small in the face of that single truth: I was going to have a child.A child with Violet.It was as if, at last, the world had organized itself around a clear axis. For years, I had fought, conquered, lost, and reclaimed territory without ever feeling that I had truly arrived anywhere. There was always another challenge, another war, another enemy. But now… now everything made sense. The bitterness that shaped me, the cruel decisions, the sacrifices, all of it seemed to have been worth it to bring me to that moment.Life had a purpose, and it was standing there in front of the mirror. Violet.I watched her in silence for a few seconds, leaning against the bedroom door just af

I let out a slow breath as I walked toward the window. The pale glow of the moon streamed inside, and I felt shivers run over my body when the cold air hit my skin, making the curtains dance beside me.That dinner had gone better than I expected, but even so, it hadn’t been the easiest thing I’d faced lately. I had to put real effort into not snapping back at any of Roamur’s sarcastic remarks.“See?” Rayan said as the sound of his footsteps approached. “I told you everything would go well.”“Well is a bit of an exaggeration,” I replied, crossing my arms as I turned to face him. “He barely looked at me for more than two seconds and refused to greet me. He didn’t even want to acknowledge my presence.”“He’ll get used to it,” Rayan said, leaning against the table by the window. “He doesn’t have another choice. You’re the mother of his grandchild now. He wouldn’t dare do anything while you’re carrying my heir.”The word heir echoed inside me with an almost ironic weight… repulsive, even.

Rayan.Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, and the curtains danced with the cool, gentle morning breeze. As soon as I woke up, my eyes were drawn to the weight resting on my arm. Violet was lying there, her head nestled close to my chest, her body tucked against mine as if she were hiding from the world.I lightly pressed my nose to the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla that clung to her and made me smile for no apparent reason. I could feel traces of my own scent on her, an irreversible mark of the way she belonged to me, of how I had taken her the night before.I closed my eyes for a few seconds, still wrapped in sleep and intoxicated by her fragrance. There, in our room, in our bed, there were no packs, no politics, no councils, no weight of being an alpha. There was only her warmth beside me and the future she carried inside her.I finally opened my eyes and watched her, her hair spread across the pillow, her breathing calm and

Violet.My awareness returned slowly, as if my body were still bound to the night before. The room was steeped in a soft twilight, the curtains filtering the morning light into golden hues that danced across the stone walls.For a few seconds, I remained still, feeling the warm weight of the sheets, the familiar scent that still lingered in everything, and the strange mix of comfort and alertness that had become my natural state since I arrived at that fortress.I could still feel the previous night with Rayan pulsing inside me like a delayed, painfully delicious echo. Not only in my tired muscles or the sensitivity of my skin, but in the memories that swirled through my mind.It had been intense, as it always was with him, and even when his reservations briefly took hold, his hunger for my body soon consumed him. There was something almost violent in the way we sought each other, in how we always wanted to devour one another and feel our skins burning together.It was as if every to

Violet.The days that followed passed with an almost cruel slowness, as if the Goddess herself had decided to watch me closely while I refined every detail of the final plan inside my mind.They were not empty days quite the opposite. As the new head of the Noar, every morning brought a new meeting, and every night I forced myself to mentally review what could still go wrong.I had been playing the role of the perfect luna for so long that it seemed to flow naturally from me. The smiles, the kisses, the touches, the way I lay beside my alpha every night as if I were not planning his murder, and his father’s.Rayan and Roamur began going out together to hunt. At first, it was once. Then twice. Soon it became a habit. They said it was to “restore their bond” and to discuss pack matters away from prying ears.But I knew better. Roamur wanted Rayan under his constant influence; he wanted to shape every thought, every decision. And Rayan, even suspicious, still sought that man’s approval