All Chapters of Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VIOLET’S POV“Then I’ll make sure you disappear,” Queen Helena said, her voice thick with rage.Her hand shot out to strike me.This time, I didn’t allow it. One angry glare, drawn from the depths of my heart, and then… something clicked.Her hand never reached me. Not fully. It jerked midair, as if trapped in glue.I froze.I hadn’t done that… had I?She tried again. She couldn’t. She struggled, clawing at the floor, snapping orders no one obeyed.And in that moment, I felt it… POWER.I had never felt anything like it before. Not even with Molly. It was frightening. Uncontrollable.I shook my head, dizzy.“I… I can’t…” I whispered.Molly growled.‘Yes, you can.’ I felt her stir inside me, like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. ‘Don’t be afraid, Violet. You did it… and you can do more. We can’t let her break us. You’re stronger than this.’I listened.I closed my eyes for a second. The buzzing spread to my fingers. My hands tingled. Something inside me hummed… ELECTRIC.I didn’t understan

ZOELLA’S POVI follow my mother for an entire day.She doesn’t notice at first.She leaves her room before sunrise, perfume sharp and heavy, like flowers left too long in heat. Silk whispers against stone. Her steps are soft. Measured. Careful.I keep my distance.Three turns behind her.Always close enough to see her flinch.She goes to the garden.I sit on the low wall, letting the morning chill soak into my bones.She speaks to an elder.I appear at his other side, smiling politely.She enters the storage hall.I lean against the doorframe, arms folded.Each time she sees me, her shoulders stiffen.Each time, her mouth tightens.Fear looks good on Lady Saraphina.It keeps her quiet.At noon, she finally snaps.“What do you want?” she hisses, stopping so abruptly I almost collide with her back.I smile.“Just walking,” I say lightly. “It’s a lovely day.”Her fingers curl into the fabric of her sleeves. “You’ve been following me.”“Have I?” I tilt my head. “That sounds paranoid.”Her

CELINE’S POVThe morning air smelled of rain on concrete and the soft burn of torches along the driveway.I walked downstairs and found Emily and Mirella already at the breakfast table, their laughter cutting through the quiet. Their hair was flawless, their perfume sharp and deliberate… like a warning.“Finally, Celine is out after what feels like forever,” Emily said. Then she noticed me. “Wow… we all look breathtaking,” she added, tilting her head with that infuriating confidence. “The big Alpha meeting. All fifty packs. Can you imagine the looks when we walk in?”Mirella smirked, swirling her juice in the glass. “They won’t know what hit them. Every eye… every single one… will be on us.”I clenched my jaw and tapped my fingers against the sleek marble table. Laughter and beauty didn’t matter today… not after Merrin humiliated us yesterday with that flog.That woman, Violet, was out of control. Out of place. And somehow, she had Merrin wrapped around her finger.“This is not the ti

CELINE’S POVI didn’t wait.That was my first mistake.If Violet was dying, Merrin would lose his mind.If Merrin lost his mind, he would burn the world until he found the one who touched her.So I moved first.The hallway outside the ceremony hall smelled of incense and cold stone. My heels clicked too loudly against the floor; sharp, accusing sounds that echoed far too long. Every step felt witnessed.My phone was already in my hand.One message:WHERE ARE YOU?I NEED YOU. NOW.Three dots appeared.Then vanished.Then…Kael:BASEMENT GARAGE. FIVE MINUTES.Good.I didn’t look back.I just walked fast. As fast as my legs could carry me, straight to the garage, hoping to meet Kael before anyone recognized me.You remember the tattoo guy Emily introduced me to at the club last time, right?Yes, Kael. That’s his name. Honestly, he makes me feel like a real woman. He’s caring. He’s sweet. Not like Merrin, who only has eyes for Violet.Since that night, Kael and I have been meeting often…

MERRIN’S POVThe war ended two months ago.It still smells like blood.Even now, when I walk through the rebuilt streets of Wolves-Heaven, I swear I can taste iron in the air.Hammers strike against wood.Stone scrapes against stone.Wolves laugh again, and children run between half-built scaffolds.My mother, badly injured during the coup, is still recovering in the pack hospital under Doctor Idris’s care.My wives; Celine, Emily, and Mirella… ran away the day the coup began and have not returned since. Only the Goddess knows where they are. The elders keep suggesting I take a new wife if they don’t come back within two months. They should at least come to check on me. I married them legally…Not that I miss them nor do I want anyone new. Violet is enough for me, and the silence they left behind feels like gold.That is peace.Or something pretending to be it.I stand on the palace balcony and look down at my city.“Report,” I say without turning.One of my most trusted soldiers, Raf