บททั้งหมดของ The Bloody Luna: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Paige was on the verge of losing her patience. She had struggled to maintain her composure, which nearly shattered when the car she was travelling in stopped in front of the palace's main gate.The gate remained closed. Two guards stood rigidly on either side of the entrance, neither of them showing any sign of opening it.Paige let out a long breath. She was still trying to stay calm, assuming that the guards simply hadn't recognised her car.Unfortunately, the seconds passed without any change. Her patience, already stretched to its limit since the previous night, finally snapped.Paige flung open the car door and stepped out. “What are you doing?”The two guards immediately bowed. “Lady Paige.”“You know who I am?” Paige snapped. “Then how dare you stop my car?”One of the guards stepped forward at once. “My apologies, Lady Paige,” he said, his tone remaining respectful. “We were not notified of your visit. Please give us a moment to confirm your arrival.”Paige's jaw tightened. Sh

The bedroom door slammed shut. The impact echoed throughout the room, but it did nothing to calm the turmoil raging inside Paige's chest.Paige stood rooted to the spot, clutching the palace invitation so tightly that its corners had become wrinkled. Her eyes never left the two names embossed in gold ink: Yoren Davenport and Eirene Ravenor.Her heart pounded violently. Her breathing grew ragged. “No,” she whispered softly. “This can't be happening.”She shook her head repeatedly, hoping the words on the invitation would somehow change. But no matter how desperately she prayed, it remained an impossible wish.“Alpha...” Paige blinked repeatedly, struggling to stay on her feet as her vision blurred. Her vision gradually blurred. The reality hit her in the most suffocating way imaginable. “How is this possible?” she asked in disbelief. “How could Alpha be marrying Eirene?”Paige took a step backwards and the invitation slipped from her grasp. It fell to the floor as she stumbled backward

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the Palace library's towering windows, casting a golden glow across the vast oak bookshelves stretching nearly to the ceiling. Fine specks of dust drifted lazily through the air, giving the room the feel of a carefully preserved fragment of the past.Time itself seemed to move more slowly in that place. Velmora's library had always had a unique atmosphere, unlike any other room in the palace. Every footstep taken there felt sacred, as though the entire history of the Velmora Pack was watching over anyone who entered.Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of books were neatly arranged in every corner. Most of them were ancient manuscripts passed down through generations of former Alphas. The rest were parchment scrolls, maps of ancient territories, genealogical records of the pack's great families and journals written by long-dead elders.Eirene stopped in front of one of the shelves. Her fingertips gently brushed the spine of a book whose pages had

Ultimately, Yoren realised one thing: not every good decision stems from careful calculation. Sometimes, instinct is more reliable than logic. Feelings that arise for no apparent reason are often more than mere coincidence; they are warnings that reason cannot explain.Throughout his many years as leader of the Velmora Pack, Yoren had learned to trust his instincts and never ignore them. He would rather overreact than realise that it was too late.Unfortunately, Yoren found himself making the right decision once again, albeit in the most unsettling way. For on that day, his intuition had proved correct once more.From morning onwards, everything at work had gone far more smoothly than usual. The documents that would usually take until late afternoon to finish were completed before lunch. His meetings with several division directors were brief and free of meaningful disagreement. Even the report on transferring business operations from the Astravell Consortium to the internal team at V

Yoren's heart lurched. His breath caught in his chest.Now, maintaining a calm expression and composed demeanor was becoming increasingly difficult for Yoren. He had never expected Sanctum Primordia to raise the most sensitive issue in his life so openly.Flannery cleared his throat softly. “Among those reports, one name appears more frequently than any other,” he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. His eyes locked onto Yoren. “Yoren Davenport.”Yoren frowned openly before letting out a quiet scoff. “Keeper,” he said in apparent disbelief. “Do I truly look like a werewolf born without Primordial Essence?”Malachai remained silent, studying Yoren carefully. “You certainly don't appear to be,” he concluded casually. “However, appearances cannot serve as objective proof. So, how about allowing us to speak with the physician at Velmora Palace?”Yoren refused without hesitation. “I'm afraid not, Your Grace.”Malachai let out a long sigh. Looking almost helpless, he said, “You're