All Chapters of Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ErsaPushing the confusing thoughts about the Alpha aside—and the mortifying memory of the fruit—I took a deep, steadying breath.I focused only on the task ahead as I stepped forward toward Conan, who was waiting for me at one of the stone gazebos in the garden.“Erie,” he said the moment he saw me.The sound of that nickname, the warmth in his tone—it instantly brought back that same familiar, comforting feeling I’d always associated with him.He walked toward me and gave me the warmest hug anyone could ask for, and I couldn't help but return it fiercely.“Shall we take a seat?” I finally said, pulling back from the hug. He nodded, and we settled onto the iron chairs in the gazebo.It had been over a month since I’d last seen him, and he already looked more masculine than before. Conan was the kind of man who had the most naturally charming smile, complete with curly dirty-brown hair, striking green eyes, and that broad, appealing frame. He was always the talk of the town, and right

ErsaHe froze. As I watched his stunned reaction, a horrifying, undeniable realization dawned on me: I had just done something profoundly…tacky.He took a deep, slow, shuddering breath before letting it out. A familiar, wicked smirk stretched across his face as he ran a hand back through his hair.“Talking dirty now, are we? How bold.” he murmured, his voice was low and dangerously pleased.Talking dirty?Before I could even stammer out a protest or an explanation, he had scooped me up into his arms in a single, powerful motion and started carrying me toward…his chambers?!“Wait!” I cried, pushing desperately against the solid wall of his chest. I put all my strength into the effort—I considered myself strong—but he didn't even shift.It took only moments to reach his room. He didn't toss me; he lowered me gently onto his bed. In one swift movement, he positioned his massive, heavy frame over mine, completely blocking out the light."What do you think you're doing?" I managed to ask,

ErsaAfter Seraphine left, I couldn't shake the unsettling dream. I was certain it felt like a memory, yet how could I possibly know it? I was an infant in that vision.Perhaps my mind had simply manufactured the scene based on stories I'd heard about my abandonment—but that didn't explain the man. Who was he? He felt familiar.“Ersa! I’ve been trying to find you!” Rose burst into the living room, her voice bright with excitement. This was the same living room where Seraph and I often met.“Why?”“Big news! You’re meeting the new Prefect tomorrow. He works under Ser Gregory, and, most importantly, he is apparently gorgeous! A looker!”I chuckled at her breathless enthusiasm. “And why do I need to concern myself with how he looks?”“Because, Ersa, it’s a universal truth: being around someone handsome makes everything better!”I immediately thought of the Alpha’s striking appearance, and I couldn't help but agree with her. “Indeed.”“Right? If the Alpha remains stubborn, why not! We sho

Ersa“We are not here to judge each other’s capabilities, but simply to know our own, including our weaknesses,” Orpheus said, giving me a warm, assuring smile which I instinctively returned.“And I’ll make sure that each one of you will be prepared for the upcoming Trial: Wolf’s Eye.”I saw how Eve frowned, her confusion plain. “Aren’t you supposed to test us, not aid us as a Prefect?”Orpheus returned her skepticism with another perfect, warm smile. “Indeed, but I am not a real Prefect.” He laughed—a sound so bright and flawless, I almost found myself believing him. He truly was like a ball of sunshine: innocent and completely harmless.“Then, this ends our meeting for today. Thank you for your time,” he concluded with a bow.“Hmph,” Everine muttered before leaving, Lyanna following immediately after.I was about to follow when Orpheus called my name, stopping me. “Ms. Ersa.”“What is it?” I asked.“An IQ test is not something you should be worried about in your steps for becoming t

ErsaAfter quickly saying goodbye to Alpha Sano and Seraph, the Beta led me toward one of the receiving rooms. He pushed the door open, but he made sure to leave it slightly ajar—a necessary formality, given the Alpha's behavior.“How may I help you?” he finally asked once we were inside.“Do not be alarmed; this matter is not that serious. I simply require the details regarding the substitute Prefect’s history.”“History?”“That is correct. I only wish to know of his past.”Perhaps because my tone was so direct that he squinted his eyes slightly. “You’re suspicious of him.”I heaved a sigh, recognizing the necessity of placing my trust in the Beta, for he was, after all, the Alpha’s essential second-in-command. “Yes, I am. There is something that concerns me.”Ronan's expression softened slightly. “You truly have nothing to worry about. We have known Orpheus even before he became a scholar. He came from a simple, decent family—one known for its good nature.” I observed a small, reassu