All Chapters of Scarred Under Moonlight: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria stirred, eyelids fluttering like fragile wings, her eyes struggling to adjust to the soft yet almost blinding light filtering through the curtains. Every muscle in her body ached. A dull, persistent throb radiated from her temples, a reminder of the strain she had put herself through. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, as if the very act of living had become momentarily foreign to her. The instant her eyes opened, Sebastian was at her side, moving with a speed and precision born of instinct and undying devotion. His presence was overwhelming, a shield around her even before her brain had fully registered that she was awake. His gaze was sharp, piercing, and laced with the shadow of the worry he had carried all through the long night. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice low, barely more than a rumble, but it reverberated through her chest like a lifeline. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask. He just moved, as if every motion had been rehearsed a thousand times

Morning came not with warmth but with a humming tension that clung to the air like drifting mist. The training grounds had been cleared before dawn, by Selene’s instruction and the trees surrounding the wide arena glowed faintly with runic symbols she had carved into them. Not for beauty, but for containment. A necessary barrier considering what happened yesterday. Aria strolled onto the grounds, one hand resting against her stomach as she inhaled the cool morning air. Her strength had returned, but her body still remembered how violently her power had surged while reacting to her sons. She felt steadier now, more grounded, but the moment she stepped past the tree line she felt her power stir. Immediately. “Aria,” Selene’s voice floated through the soft shadows, calm as always. “You’re early.” Aria spotted her standing at the center of the grounds, hair brushing her shoulders, eyes glowing faintly as if she hadn’t rested at all. “Couldn’t sleep,” Aria murmured, walking toward

The war room was dim, illuminated only by the flickering torches that lined its stone walls. Maps of the kingdom were spread across heavy oak tables, dotted with markers representing patrol routes, royal guard positions, and key strategic locations. The smell of burning oil and parchment hung thickly in the air. Caius entered with measured steps, the boots on his feet silent against the cold floor. His eyes scanned the room, noting the rigid postures of the generals and strategists who awaited his report. The tension in the air seemed almost tangible, as if the walls themselves held their breath. “Your Majesty,” he said, inclining his head toward Sebastian, who stood at the head of the table, eyes narrowing with concern. Sebastian’s brow furrowed. Whenever his best friend calls by his title, it means he wants to discuss something important. “Go on, Caius.” Caius exhaled slowly, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword. “Last night, I encountered Draven near the eastern border.

The moment the wolf’s trembling voice cracked through the air “There’s… there’s an attack!” the world seemed to stop. For half a heartbeat, no one moved. Not Aria. Not Selene. Not the triplets. And then… BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The warning bells erupted across the kingdom, pounding through stone, sky, and bone like a heartbeat gone mad. Guards shouted, wolves sprinted into motion, and chaos took shape in seconds. “MOVE!” one of the commanders barked as wolves shifted left and right, racing toward the centre courtyard where orders were issued during emergencies. Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs, but her expression remained carved from steel. Her wolf pushed against her chest, restless, growling, ready to tear through anyone who dared touch her children. Selene steadied the panting parole wolf before handing him to nearby guards. “Inform the Alpha King immediately!” The wolf nodded shakily and was rushed away. More alarms sounded. More wolves shifted. More fear rippled. But A

The air had barely settled from the retreat of Dianne and Draven when the forest erupted again, this time not with an army, but with a single wolf.Black. Enormous. Red-eyed.Its growl rolled across the battlefield like thunder.The black wolf’s gaze swept through them all, calculating, murderous and then locked on Aria.Something in its stare made Sebastian’s blood freeze.Before he could issue a command, before he could shift fully or raise his claws…The wolf lunged. Fast. Too fast.A blur of black fur and red eyes tearing through the dirt, ripping through the air like a living blade aimed directly for the heart of his family.Sebastian’s instinct roared louder than the wind. “NO!”But he wasn’t fast enough. A figure shot past him.A streak of shimmering, moonlit energy burst forward with a force none of them had ever witnessed, not from her.Lyanna.Her feet didn’t just move, they vanished. The ground beneath her rippled as her energy surged upward, enveloping her body in a swirli