All Chapters of ECLIPSE BORN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

{Ava’s POV}Morning came too quickly.One moment, I was staring at the carved ceiling, trying to quiet my mind; the next, Edna was shaking my shoulder violently, whisper-yelling like the Palace was going to fine her for speaking at a normal volume.“Ava. AVA—wake up! They said the Prince is already in the courtyard!”My eyes snapped open. “He’s what?!”She looked personally offended. “Apparently royal people don’t sleep. They regenerate.”I instantly rolled out of bed, still half-asleep, but then I stumbled toward the washbasin. My hair looked like it had fought a thunderstorm and lost, and because of this, Edna tried to help— but her idea of “help” was combing like she was shoveling snow.“Ow—Edna. Mercy.”“Your hair is thick because you're stubborn.”“Or because you don’t know how to wield a comb.”That ended.After getting myself into something remotely presentable, we started outside the Chamber. However, I was still painfully aware that everything I wore probably looked like a po

{Ava’s POV}If sleep was impossible last night, it was straight-up mythical tonight.I didn’t even bother lying down.I just paced.Back and forth across the moonlit room, my hands occasionally trembling and my pulse still jumping at the memory of what happened in the courtyard.Four masked warriors. Four practically elite fighters— for them to be masked and presented by General GreyBone, meant that they were, and I had… overpowered them.Not perfectly. Not gracefully. But fast— too fast.Unnaturally fast. I had felt it and my lungs grew tight just thinking about it.Edna sat cross-legged on my bed, arms wrapped around a pillow. She was staring at me speechlessly like she had been doing all this while, but now, she spoke, breaking the silence.“Okay,” she said slowly. “Let’s talk about it.”“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said at once.“Ava, you threw a fully armored warrior across the courtyard like he was a bag of old potatoes. We are ABSOLUTELY talking about it.”“It was adrena

{Ava’s POV}If the world had tilted yesterday, then today, it felt like it was spinning.Spinning too fast.But I kept moving. I had to.Prince Liam stayed beside me the whole time, not touching me but close enough that I felt his presence like a shield I hadn’t asked for but desperately needed. The courtyard training had ended abruptly after my— episode. General GreyBone had dismissed the masked warriors with a flick of his hand, but his eyes never left me.Not once.Even now, as Prince Liam guided me through the arch corridor leading out of the training wing, I felt GreyBone’s gaze on my back.Watching, calculating, like I was a puzzle he wanted to split open with his bare hands.My steps faltered.“Ava.” Prince Liam’s voice grounded me again. “Breathe.”I nodded, even though breathing felt like pulling air through broken glass. My heartbeat was too loud— not fast, just loud, echoing in my skull as though my senses were misaligned.We stopped at a balcony overlooking the eastern gar

{Revna’s POV}I arrived at the Palace the way a shadow arrives— quiet, unnoticed, and entirely unwelcome, though no one knew it yet.The uniform they gave me was pathetic. I had worn better rags in DarkClaw, and that’s saying something. But for disguise level A, you commit. You fold yourself into the shape people expect you to be. You shrink. You lower your eyes. You vanish into the corners.So I did.Because no one watches a maid.And I needed to watch everything.The Palace was larger than any structure back home; arched ceilings, polished obsidian floors, gold veins threading the walls like the place had been carved from a god’s ribcage. It was all very… royal. Intentionally intimidating, designed to make lesser wolves feel inferior.It almost worked—Until I remembered I didn’t come here to be impressed.I came here for Ava.And for answers. And possibly for blood, depending on what I found.I secured my placement with the laundry wing, stole the badge of the girl replacing me, an

{Ava’s POV}The training yard never felt small before.Today, it felt like a cage.Iron sky overhead, echoing stone beneath my boots, and Liam pacing like a storm trapped inside a body. Something in the way he moved— sharp turns, uneven breathing, shoulders tight, made the air feel too thin.He wasn’t usually like this.Well… he was intense. And stubborn. And infuriatingly competitive.But not this.Not simmering.Yesterday, he had seemed just fine so I was confused by his behavior today. I tightened my grip on my spear and swallowed quietly, watching him drag a hand through his hair for the third time this morning. His back muscles flexed beneath his shirt— tense and probably seconds from tearing something apart.“What’s wrong with you today?” I asked carefully.He didn’t look at me.He didn’t even slow down.“Nothing,” he said. Sharp. Short. A blade disguised as a word.I blinked. “…That definitely sounds like something.”“It isn’t!” he barked.Okay.So it was definitely something.