All Chapters of Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Violet’s POV The moment the door slammed open and Merrin entered, my heart stopped.The moon hadn’t even reached its highest point, yet my plan… my last desperate chance was already unraveling faster than I could imagine.I had brewed the tea only minutes ago, my hands trembling over the steaming cup, the faint scent of honey and herbs curling into the air. It was supposed to make him fall into a deep sleep…just sleep. Long enough for me to reach the Luna-Light Pack, to hide my mother, my sister, and Silvan where Merrin could never find them.I wasn’t afraid of myself anymore. My fate was sealed the moment Merrin claimed me as his graced slave. But them? They didn’t deserve to pay for my sins.And now, the man I had been trying to drug had walked straight into my room, uninvited, dangerous, and furious.He stood in the doorway, towering over me, eyes like storm clouds ready to break. The golden patch over his bad eye caught the chandelier’s light, sharp and cold as a blade.“Alpha Mer

Merrin's POVI saw her.Violet.Standing there with a tray of tea.She wore a nightgown that clung to every curve like a second skin. The fabric was so thin I could see the dark peaks of her nipples, straining against the cloth.Holy goddess… She was a living temptation.I couldn’t look away. Every move was precise, measured, calm, yet tonight there was an edge I couldn’t place.I took the cup of tea she offered.My fingers brushed hers, brief, but enough. Enough to make my pulse spike, enough to make me aware of a strange warmth creeping through me.I sipped the tea, but my focus wasn’t on the flavor.It was her. I tried to shake the feelings off. I was Merrin, Alpha of Wolves-Heaven.Nothing distracted me. Nothing surprised me. And yet, sitting here, I felt… unbalanced.She smiled; mischief sparkled in her eyes and my pulse quickened.“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked, keeping my voice low, trying to keep control.She tilted her head. “Just… making sure you’re awake, Alpha,”

LADY CELINE’S POVThe palace never truly slept. Its walls breathed rumors, its floors remembered footsteps, and tonight, everything felt sharpened, poisonous, awake.I sat on the velvet couch, wine swirling lazily in my glass, studying the two women across from me.Emily couldn’t sit still. Her leg bounced wildly, her freshly painted nails tapping sharp rhythms against her thigh, as if she was physically restraining the urge to claw someone’s face open.Mirella was the opposite; silent and still. She exhaled a thick plume of cigarette smoke, the acrid scent curling through the room and scraping my throat until I coughed.“Put it out,” I said, my voice low but edged.She didn’t. She lifted her chin, eyes glowing an unbothered, defiant green.“Don’t drag me here just to complain at me.”I smiled, slow, pleasant, dangerous and lifted both hands in surrender.“Apologies. I’ll survive the smoke. But as for your wine, Mirella… let me hold onto that for you.”Mirella snatched her bottle back

QUEEN HELENA’S POVThe palace was too loud.Not with noise…with movement.Rushing footsteps. Whispered orders. Cooks clattering trays in the kitchens.The air itself buzzing with metallic tension. A wedding day that tasted like iron and nerves.I sat before my mirror, dragging a silver brush through my hair, but even the smooth bristles felt heavy today.I was sad…No.Sad wasn’t even the word.I was furious.Bitter.Hollow.How could Merrin take a fourth wife while I was still here?My jaw locked, the brush gliding down another strand. The thought of that girl… Violet, with her shy eyes and trembling lips walking into my palace made my stomach twist.I hated her.I had fought too hard, given too much, to let some fragile little thing stand where I should be standing.My thoughts, traitorous and relentless, pulled me back to the first day I met Merrin. He had been fifteen… a broken teenage boy with one good eye and far more scars on the inside than on his face.His real mother died gi

VIOLET’S POVI expected someone to come dragging me to Merrin’s chambers last night.That’s how it usually goes after a royal wedding.The bride is taken to her husband, the “Blessed Night” happens, and the Moon Goddess supposedly blesses the bond with a pup.But Merrin didn’t send for me.Not a whisper.Not a messenger.Not even a knock.Honestly?I was grateful.Molly might have been losing her mind over him, pacing and howling inside me like a lovesick wolf, but the last thing I wanted was…Holy Goddess.A child with the wicked, one-eyed Alpha.No. Not in this lifetime.Not even in the next.So I curled into the bed, buried under blankets, letting the morning light warm my face.My wrist throbbed beneath the cloth wrapped around it. My skin was swollen and ugly.The slave crest.The memory of the burning hissed through my mind like a live flame.I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled shakily.Maybe, just for today, I could sleep until the pain dulled.But the door creaked open.“Luna,