All Chapters of Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MERRIN’S POVI couldn’t sleep.I turned on the bed again, dragging a hand over my face, trying to force my mind shut.It didn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Violet.The way she looked at me yesterday…Right before my mother declared her an acquisition.That look, wide, scared, confused… it hit straight into the part of me I’ve spent years killing.I felt the mate bond.I hate admitting it, but I can’t lie to myself.My chest tightened the second her eyes found mine. For one stupid moment, I almost stood up and told my mother to shut the hell up.I almost said:“She’s my mate. Don’t touch her.”But I am the Alpha.Alphas don’t break their word.Alphas don’t show weakness.So I hardened up, shoved the bond down, and ordered Violet to kneel.I watched her fall to her knees.And the pain that tore through my chest…It wasn’t mine.It was hers.The mate bond made sure I felt every sting, every humiliation, every crack in her voice.Maybe the Moon Goddess was punishing me.Maybe

VIOLET'S POVThe sun felt like fire on my skin.And I wondered if I was already in hell… or if hell was patient enough to wait.The white clothes they put on me were thin and rough, clinging to my sweaty skin. My red hair hung loose around my face, wild and tangled from hours of crying and being dragged around.I stared at the wooden platform in front of me, the rope hanging from the beam, swaying lazily in the heat. My death waited there, bored with how slowly I was moving.Am I really going to die like this?A hot tear slid down my cheek, and I didn’t bother wiping it away.I was tired. Tired of crying. Tired of pretending I wasn’t terrified.“If this is the Moon Goddess’s will…” My voice cracked. “…then let it be.”Maybe dying would finally buy peace for my mother and Zoey. Maybe Merrin would stop hunting us. Maybe the Goddess would let me rest instead of making me watch everyone I love fall apart.A whisper of laughter drifted across the crowd.I lifted my head.Merrin’s three wiv

ZOELLA’S POVI couldn’t feel my legs anymore.Every part of me throbbed like someone had hammered my bones from the inside… yet somehow, I still felt strangely light.Happy. Weirdly, blissfully happy.Because Merrin…of all people, said I could see Violet anytime from now.That single thought washed every ache out of my body.I wanted to run, scream, laugh, but the moment I tried to take one step…A sharp pain tore through my knee.“Ah…!” I collapsed instantly, my knees hitting the dusty road with a dull thud.“Ow. Ow… okay… maybe not running.”The road stretched empty around me. Silent. Dry. Endless. A lonely strip of sun-bleached dirt that felt designed specifically for suffering.Great. And how was I supposed to get a cab out here?Even worse… I had no money. Not a single coin.“How am I supposed to walk to Luna-light Pack like this?” I groaned, rubbing my sore knee.Then, as if the universe finally got tired of bullying me, a distant rumble crawled across the air. Engines. Several

MERRIN’S POVThe banging had started hours ago.Same rhythm. Same relentless voice.“Merrin! Open this door right now!”My mother’s tone grated like coarse sand dragged over raw skin, tonight… irritating and meaningless.I stared at the floor.Empty wine bottles lay across the room like discarded truths.Half the room smelled of alcohol, the other half of rage.I sat on the rug with my back against the bedframe, shoulders loose, head heavy, eyes burning.I wasn’t drunk enough.Not nearly enough to drown out Violet’s words.‘I love Silvan. And I’d choose him over you… again. And again. And again.’My jaw twitched painfully.How dare she?Her… of all people.A girl who should’ve trembled under my slightest command.Begging for my attention.Begging for mercy.Begging for her life.She's my slave for life.The one fate chained to me.Mine to claim, to punish.And she had the audacity… the gall… to declare love for that soft, quiet, useless man.Silvan.A growl ripped up my throat before

VIOLET’S POVThe moment the Queen dismissed everyone, I didn’t wait. I stormed out, refusing to waste a single breath on Celine, Emily, or Mirella’s inevitable chatter.Zoella, wise enough to read the urgency in my stride, fell into step beside me without a word.Zoey had barely crossed the threshold of my room when I seized her hand and pulled her inside, the door slamming shut behind us.Her boots scraped sharply across the polished marble, her short, blue-dyed hair brushing her jaw. Dressed in baggy jeans and an oversized T-shirt, she looked every bit the beautiful boy she so effortlessly pulled off.Sophie darted after us, breathless and bright, nearly colliding with Zoey as she squealed:“Zoella! I missed you!”Zoey groaned so loudly it felt like the windows should’ve rattled.“It’s Zoey. ZO-EY. Two syllables, Sophie. Not ZO-EL-LA.”Sophie blinked, wide-eyed and hopeless.“That’s what I said. Zoella.”Zoey threw both hands toward the ceiling.“No. No, you’re adding extra letters!