All Chapters of Blood Bound Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Thalia wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself. “The curse binds an alpha to their mate. Forces them together, creates an unbreakable connection. Ravenna wants to replicate that. Imagine being able to bind wolves to your service…not through loyalty or choice, but through magic. They’d have no choice but to obey. She could build an army that couldn’t betray her, couldn’t leave, couldn’t even want to.” “That’s slavery,” Marcus said, disgusted. “That’s power.” Thalia’s voice was hollow. “And Ravenna will do anything to get it. Including-” She stopped. “Including what?” Selene pressed. “Including targeting the baby.” The tower went silent. “What baby?” Dorian asked, his voice dangerous. “The heir. Once Selene conceives…” Thalia looked at them both. “The curse transforms the mother during pregnancy, yes? Rewrites her DNA to accommodate carrying a werewolf child? Ravenna wants to study that process. Wants to understand how the curse alters human biology. If she can replica

Fenris’s Camp - Three Days After the Battle “YOU SAID IT WOULD WORK!” Fenris’s roar echoed through the camp, sending nearby rogues scrambling for cover. He stood in the center of his war tent, muscles tense, eyes blazing red, looking every inch the feral king he was accused of being. Ravenna, for her part, looked completely unbothered. She sat in a chair…his chair examining her nails like she hadn’t just cost him half his army and his best chance at taking the Veyrath fortress. “I said it should work,” she corrected. “There’s a difference.” “A DIFFERENCE?” Fenris slammed his fist on the table, shattering it. “I lost THREE HUNDRED wolves! Three hundred! Because your ‘should work’ plan FAILED!” “Your wolves were expendable.” “MY WOLVES WERE MY ARMY!” “And you have more. Stop being dramatic.” Ravenna finally looked up, her eyes shifting from black to deep purple…never a good sign. “The corruption spell was perfectly calibrated. The problem wasn’t my magic, it was thei

Selene woke up with a headache that felt like divine punishment. “Why,” she croaked to the ceiling, “did I drink that much?” “Because Kira kept refilling your glass,” Dorian’s voice answered from somewhere to her left. Selene’s eyes flew open. She was in her room…thank god but Dorian was sitting in the chair by the window, already dressed, looking far too put-together for someone who’d been at the same feast. “Did you sleep there?” she asked. “No. I left after you fell asleep and came back an hour ago.” “That’s… weirdly considerate?” “I’m weirdly considerate.” “You’re weirdly something.” She sat up slowly, her head protesting. “How are you not dying?” “Werewolf metabolism. Alcohol processes faster.” “That’s unfair.” “That’s biology.” She glared at him, and he smiled—that small, genuine smile that did annoying things to her cardiovascular system. “There’s water on the nightstand,” he said. “And bread. Thalia said—” He stopped. “One of the other healers said

I’m poisoned. The thought kept circling in Selene’s mind like a vulture, persistent and patient. She sat in Seraphine’s workroom while the witch poked and prodded at her wound, running test after test, each one coming back with the same frustrating result: inconclusive. “Hold still,” Seraphine muttered, pressing another crystal against Selene’s side. It glowed green for a moment, then faded to murky brown. “Damn it.” “That’s not encouraging,” Selene said. “Nothing about this is encouraging.” Seraphine set the crystal aside with more force than necessary. “Whatever Ravenna used, it’s buried deep. I can sense the contamination…barely but I can’t isolate it. I can't identify the specific compound. Can’t formulate a counter-agent without knowing what I’m countering.” Dorian stood by the window, arms crossed, radiating tension. He hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. Just stood there, watching, his jaw tight enough to shatter teeth. He’s terrified, Selene realized. Absolutel