All Chapters of Scarred Under Moonlight: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Morning crept gently over the palace, soft and golden, like a tender breath from the heavens. The air smelled of blossoms and new beginnings. Outside, the gardens shimmered under dew, and from somewhere within the nursery, a faint giggle echoed one of the royal triplets starting their day before anyone else.Aria stirred from her slumber, her senses brushing against her children’s emotions. Ronan’s bubbling excitement. Lyanna’s quiet contentment. And Aleron’s… stillness. He had always been the calmest of the three, as though he carried the quiet understanding of an old soul in his little heart.She smiled faintly and rose from bed, slipping into a soft gown before stepping into the nursery. The sight never failed to steal her breath; her three miracles sprawled across their cribs, eyes half-open, tiny hands reaching toward the world as if they already commanded it.Sebastian leaned against the doorway, a small grin tugging his lips. “You never sleep through the morning anymore,” he m

Aria sat by the wide balcony, her fingers gently combing through the silky curls of one of her sleeping triplets. The little boy’s chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his innocence glowing in the gentle light that poured through the moon-etched windows. Her other two were asleep in the cradle beside the bed, tiny hands twitching in dreams.She smiled that kind of smile that carried both awe and gratitude before her gaze shifted toward the horizon where the first evening star glimmered. Tonight.. It felt… strange. Restless.Sebastian’s reflection appeared behind her, his frame tall and strong, cloaked in quiet authority. He had shed his ceremonial robe for loose clothes, but the weight of the crown still lingered in the set of his shoulders. His eyes softened as he stepped closer.“You’re still awake,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His warmth engulfed her, his scent pine and storm grounding her wandering thoughts.“I couldn’t sleep,” Aria whispered. “

The moon had waned into a pale sliver, but its faint light still brushed against the palace walls, silvering the edges of the night that refused to sleep. For the first time since his reign began, the Alpha King felt powerless like a beast with its heart torn out and its claws dulled.Sebastian hadn’t slept in days. Every corridor he walked, every shadow he crossed, carried her scent or what his mind made of it. He had scoured every inch of the palace, even the outer borders of the kingdom, chasing a trail that had long been swallowed by magic and deceit. His wolf clawed at the inside of his skin, restless and raging, demanding the one thing neither of them could have their mate.“Aria…” he whispered again into the hollow silence of his chamber, her name falling like a prayer he no longer believed would be answered.Caius entered quietly, eyes heavy with concern. He found his friend standing before the balcony, knuckles white from gripping the railing. “You’ve been at this for days

The walls of the dungeon were alive. Not with light, but with whispers that crawled along the edges of sanity. Aria sat against the cold stone, her wrists bound by runic chains that burned faintly whenever she moved. The iron wasn’t ordinary; it pulsed with dark energy, feeding on her essence. Every time she tried to summon her wolf, pain tore through her chest, leaving her gasping.Her breaths came in shallow waves, her mind slipping between clarity and fever. The cell was dimly lit by a single lantern that flickered with a sickly red glow, Draven's way of mocking the Moon’s light.“Still awake, little queen?” The voice came from beyond the bars, smooth and poisonous. Draven’s footsteps echoed against the stone floor as he approached, each deliberate. He held a goblet in his hand, swirling the liquid lazily as though savoring his victory.Aria didn’t answer. She turned her gaze toward the tiny crack in the ceiling where water dripped in rhythmic intervals. It was her only sense of

Sebastian burst through the palace gates, his wolf’s growl still rumbling beneath his skin. Mud streaked his boots, and his cloak was torn, the wild scent of the forest still clinging to him. The guards at the entrance immediately bowed, their eyes wide as they caught the raw fury etched across his face.“Summon Beta Caius and the war council,” he ordered, his voice sharp as steel. “Now!”The command echoed through the grand corridor, silencing the chatter of servants and the distant sound of music from the royal wing. The palace, which once brimmed with warmth and laughter, now carried the weight of dread because everyone knew what the Alpha King’s fury meant.Sebastian strode straight to the war room, his boots pounding against the marble floor. The great doors slammed open, revealing a wide table covered with maps, parchment, and faint traces of dried blood from battles past. He gripped the edge, knuckles whitening, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.“She’s t