Semua Bab Scarred Under Moonlight: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The cavern trembled under the tension of the moment. Sebastian crouched low, claws digging into stone, muscles taut, every nerve alight with purpose. His wolf surged within him, instincts sharp, urging forward. Sebastian inhaled sharply, the metallic tang of the cavern air filling his lungs. His mind raced with images of Aria bound in the violet glow, her hands straining against the silver chains, her breath shallow. I will not fail you, he vowed, voice low, heart hammering.Beside him, Caius’s presence was steady, eyes glinting in the dim light. His wolf brushed against him in silent camaraderie. Traps ahead. Shadows linger. Move carefully.Elora crouched, gaze sweeping the cavern’s mouth, daggerless but alert. Her wolf pressed close, whispering: Patience. She is alive. That is what matters. The air quivered as Draven chanted, black tendrils curling, filling the cavern with a choking, oppressive force. The dark sorcerer’s red eyes glimmered with anticipation, a cruel smile tugging

The morning sun had barely kissed the palace towers when the halls stirred to life. Servants moved with practiced quiet, the faint rustle of linens blending with the soft clip-clop of armored boots. Within the private chambers, the scent of lavender and moonflower mingled, carried from the healer’s preparation room. Aria lay in the silken sheets, eyes half-closed, her breathing slow yet tinged with unease. Despite being home, despite the safety of the palace walls, the memories of her abduction clung to her, a silent shadow she could not shake.Sebastian was there, as he had been since the first glimmer of dawn. His strong frame leaned against the bedpost, eyes never leaving her. The curve of her abdomen drew his attention again, as it did each time he saw her. Though barely two and a half months along, the subtle swell hinted at the strength of the life within her, a life born of royal blood, pulsating with a power both fragile and immense. He rested a protective hand lightly atop h

Aria awoke, a faint warmth already radiating through her chest. She felt the stirrings of life within her, a gentle, rhythmic pulse that made her smile softly. Sebastian was already by her side, seated on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but alert, as though prepared to respond to any disturbance in her world. His eyes, usually so commanding, softened as they met hers. “Good morning,” he murmured, voice low, carrying warmth that seeped into her chest like sunlight spilling into a cold room.“Good morning,” she replied, stretching slightly before resting her hand instinctively on her stomach. Sebastian leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Are you feeling alright?”“I’m… happy,” Aria admitted, her eyes glimmering with the mixture of relief, wonder, and hope that had begun to grow in the past weeks. “And more connected to you… to everything.”He smiled faintly, a rare softness in his expression. “Then we are making progress.” His gaze lingered on her for a

The sun dipped low behind the palace towers, gilding the courtyard in amber light as Aria walked slowly along the cobbled path, her hand resting protectively on her growing belly. The once barely noticeable curve had become a gentle swell proof that life thrived within her. The royal doctor had smiled during his last visit, his voice soft but edged with awe.“Your Highness,” he’d said, bowing deeply, “because you carry an Alpha royal bloodline, the pregnancy will not last the usual cycle. Royal she-wolves are destined to carry for four months only the pups grow fast, strong, and early.”Those words had lingered in Aria’s mind like an echo of destiny. Four months. Just four months to prepare to become a mother, a Luna Queen, and the vessel of royal heirs. Her heartbeat quickened at the thought. She was near her due time. Every kick, every shift from the pups was a reminder that her life was no longer her own.Sebastian, ever attentive, walked beside her, his hand occasionally brushing

Aria sat on the edge of the grand bed, her fingers tracing the soft curve of her growing belly. Almost four months pregnant now, the life within her had begun to make itself unmistakably known, each subtle kick and movement a gentle reminder of the little heirs she carried. The palace was alive with whispers and preparations, the air electric with anticipation for the coronation of Sebastian as Alpha King.Sebastian entered the chamber without ceremony, as he always did, his presence filling the space like sunlight spilling into shadow. His eyes, golden and unwavering, fell on her immediately, softening at the sight of her glowing form.“Good morning, my Luna,” he murmured, crossing the distance between them. His hand hovered near hers before gently covering it, brushing lightly over the swell of her belly.“Good morning,” Aria replied, her lips curling into a small smile. The warmth that radiated from him made her chest swell with reassurance. “Are you ready for today?”Sebastian cr