All Chapters of Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MERRIN’S POVI felt it before my body fully registered it.Violet was restless.Burning.Hungry… in a way only I could understand.My chest tightened. My pulse jumped, sharp and sudden, like my body had been struck by a silent alarm. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and alert.I’d been trapped in one meeting after another.Council. Strategy. Endless arguments wrapped in polite words.I’d told myself I would wait. That I’d finish everything before going to her. That discipline mattered.My wolf didn’t care about discipline.My heart didn’t care either.My mate was calling.And the pull was undeniable.I stood so abruptly my chair scraped loudly against the floor, silencing my advisor mid-sentence.“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice sharper than intended. “We’ll continue this meeting tomorrow.” I didn’t wait for objections.I rushed to my chamber, grabbed my coat and umbrella, took the food, snacks I had brought from the royal kitchen since morning, and ran toward the secret passag

VIOLET’S POVI found him by the sound first.Branches snapping under weight.Harsh breaths tearing through the night.A low, furious growl that didn’t sound human at all.“Merrin,” I called into the dark.The rain answered instead.It soaked my hair, slid down my neck, crept beneath my clothes like cold fingers. The forest smelled sharp and wild; wet bark, churned mud, and wolf.His wolf.I followed the trail he’d left behind. It was unmistakable. The scent hung thick in the air… anger, blood and fear that wasn’t mine.My heart thudded harder with every step.“Merrin,” I called again, louder now. “It’s me.”The growling stopped.For one suspended second, the forest went silent. Too silent.Then I saw him.A massive shadow between the trees.Silver-and-black fur slick with rain. Muscles coiled tight beneath it. Eyes glowing, feral and fixed on something I couldn’t see.On something he was hunting.He took one slow step forward.“Hey,” I said quickly. My voice shook, but I forced it ste

MIRELLA’S POVThe palace smells wrong this morning.Not of flowers.Not of polished stone.It smells like fear.It hangs in the air, thick and sour, seeping into my lungs with every breath.I couldn’t understand why Merrin had summoned all of us so early, only to inspect our arms. Now he had stormed toward Queen Helena’s quarters as well. What was I missing?Whispers slither through the corridors like snakes, but none of them offer answers.Maids drop their eyes when I pass. Guards stand too rigid, knuckles white around their spears, as if bracing for a coming storm.Something has happened.Something bad.Emily catches my arm near the eastern corridor. Her fingers are icy.“Did you hear?” she whispers.I lean closer. “Hear what?”She swallows hard.“Someone tried to kill Violet. In the dungeon.”My heart jolts…then settles.That explains everything.That explains why Merrin looks like a living storm, all sharp edges and barely restrained fury.Celine joins us moments later. Perfect p

VIOLET’S POVThe slave yard smells before I see it.Rotting straw.Old sweat baked into stone.Blood that never fully washes out… no matter how hard someone scrubs.The guards didn't shove me this time.They don’t need to.“Walk,” one says.I did.The iron gate creaks open, and sound crashes into me all at once;Chains dragging,Low murmurs,Wet coughing,A baby crying somewhere nearby, too weak to be loud.The ground beneath my bare feet is mud and ash mixed together. Soft. Unstable.I stumbled.No one laughs.That’s worse.Long rows of low buildings stand under the open sky.They have no proper walls and no doors.There is nowhere to hide, not even in the shadows.There is no privacy.Just bodies and dirt and survival pressed together until dignity has nowhere left to stand.This is where they put me.Not the dungeon.Somewhere Worse.“Head Concubine Violet,” the guard announces, loud enough to carry.Heads turn.Eyes lift.I feel them crawl over me… confusion first, then recognitio

MERRIN’S POVMorning doesn’t belong to kings.It belongs to the broken.I know that now.The yard smells like wet dirt and ash when I step through the gate… old smoke, rusted iron, something sour that never leaves this place no matter how many times the stones are scrubbed.Boots scuff. Armor shifts.The guards straightened when they saw me.I don’t look at them.My eyes find her first.Violet.She’s near the wash barrels, sleeves rolled to her elbows, her red hair tied back with a strip of cloth that used to be white. Mud cakes her bare feet. Water drips from her fingers.And she’s laughing.It stops me cold.Not a careful laugh.Not a tired one.A real laugh.It rings out, bright and sudden, like it doesn’t belong here.Like she doesn’t belong here.A slave girl splashes water too hard and soaks Violet’s skirt. Violet gasps, then laughs harder, stumbling back.“You did that on purpose,” Violet says.The girl grins. “Maybe.”Violet flicks water back at her.The girl squeals.Someone