All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ LAIA ~I’m back in my room. Everything is exactly the way it is. The warm smell of the room, my bed already made, the vanity table clean, spotless, even. I’m damn sure that even with my absence, Rhea and Sage have been cleaning this room every day.I breathe out loudly. At least I’m not in a cell. Instead, I’m back in my room. The only difference is that guards are fucking placed outside my door—not to protect me, but to make sure I don’t run. A reminder of my position here. I’m no longer a spy, or a bedmate, or even a captive… I’m just waiting for whatever Damon decides my fate is.Walking to the bed, I plop down softly. The mattress bounces slightly beneath me. I don’t know how long Damon is going to take before he recovers… but I do want him alive. I want him sane.My mind goes over everything. A day before, the worst nightmare happened to me… I mean, I was giddy. Smiling endlessly at the thought of being Damon’s Luna. The river date… the look in his eyes, the softness in them, t

~ SELARA ~There is nothing that stabs deeper than watching your son lying in a hospital bed and knowing you have no right to hold his hand.I stand in the doorway for a long moment before I enter. He's asleep. The monitors beside him are still beeping in a steady way. Dr. Bastien told me the worst is over, that Maddox is rebuilding what the Duskbane tore through. That the few minutes on the table were the closest call he has seen in thirty years of treating pack wolves and he never wants to see it again.All thanks to the moon goddess.I stood outside this infirmary for minutes without knowing if my son was going to take another breath and I couldn't go in because I am the High Priestess and he does not want me to be his mother and I have spent thirty years learning how to hold those two things simultaneously without letting either one break me completely.However, today it almost broke me.I pull the chair to the bedside and sit, folding my hands in my lap, and look at him the way I

~ DAMON ~It’s been like an hour since Priestess Selara left my room with the best news ever. It still feels like a dream, a fucking dream, I keep reminiscing over it again and again.Caden walks inside the room, and my attention drifts to him. I sit up from the bed. Hell, I don’t know how long Bastien insists on keeping me here. But damn it! Maddox says we’re fine. All I feel is a light ache, which doesn’t even require me sitting here.“I bet she must have told you about the news,” he mutters, walking right up to my bed, making a pause as he gives a light bow, which I answer with a nod.By “she,” I know he’s referring to Selara. “Yes, she has, and that’s the best news I would have ever woken up to…”“So, finally you can have a son, and thereby giving Xaden zero chances…”Maddox prowls at the mention of Xaden’s name.“Speaking of Xaden… is Casper still in prison?”He nods affirmatively. I exhale lightly… every fiber of my being screaming that lying on this bed would not solve any fuck

~ DAMON ~It's been two days of convincing Dr. Bastien I'm functional enough to leave the infirmary, two days of Maddox refusing every argument I make about Laia being the devil, two days of sitting on this couch in my room staring at the wall and pulling apart every scenario in my head like a man dismantling a bomb he doesn't fully understand.The frustrating part is the part that keeps me up until 3 a.m. both nights, the numerous question I pull out and leave unsolved answers itself before I can look away.If she was working the relic spell on me, she would have run when Caden gave her the chance. She didn't run, she stayed and pressed her hands against my wound, kept the blade in because she knew enough to know pulling it out would kill me faster. You don't do that for someone you're manipulating. You don't do that for someone whose usefulness to you has already expired.If she was truly Cael's instrument from the beginning, sent here specifically to seduce me, compromise me, extra

~ LYSANDRA ~Something is wrong with Cael. I've been turning it over since he walked out of my room with that look on his face, this wasn’t the usual Cael, he's nothing like the man I’ve spent the past year handling with the control of someone who knows exactly which strings to pull and how hard to pull them. This was something else entirely. This was a man who was looking at me and actually seeing me for me.The relic's influence has been weakening for weeks, I felt it thinning the way you feel a fire dying, slowly, by degrees, until the warmth you've been counting on is just memory and cold air. I told myself it didn't matter. That what I had built with Cael over the past year was real enough by now to hold without the relic's assistance. That loyalty and habit and the particular comfort of the familiar would do what the spell had been doing.I was wrong. He asked about Xaden, he fucking checked the CCTV, and worse told me to get out of the packhouse.I need to see Xaden, before Ca