All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Fabrizio stopped the car a few metres from the entrance to Sabrina’s apartment block. He turned off the engine, but did not get out right away. He glanced at his watch, then looked at the building once more. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. At least, as far as the naked eye could tell.Once he had stepped out of the car, Fabrizio straightened the dark coat he was wearing and walked towards the entrance. The apartment corridor was narrow and quiet, lit by dim yellow lights.Fabrizio climbed the stairs, passing three floors before reaching his destination. He pressed the doorbell and, not long after, heard the sound of light yet steady footsteps coming from inside.The door opened. A woman stood in the doorway. Her hair was neatly arranged and her face was clean with no excessive makeup. She had sharp eyes and stared straight at Fabrizio without smiling as she spoke in a polite, flat tone. “Good evening.”Fabrizio frowned slightly. &ldq

The night had barely fallen when two cars sped through the deserted streets. The world froze in ignorance while it was still awake.City lights flashed briefly on the windshield before vanishing as the cars continued to speed up. The engines growled in a controlled hum, not a wild sound, as if the two cars knew exactly where they were going and when they had to arrive.Inside one of the cars, the dim glow of a laptop screen was the only source of light. Fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. Lines of code, digital maps and city camera feeds shifted with precision. Several markers changed colour—green, then yellow, then dark.“Location secured,” the man said without looking up, his eyes still fixed on the laptop screen. His voice was flat and emotionless. “The security system has been breached. There’s a blind spot on the west side of the building. There's no camera footage for the next thirteen minutes.”The leader

The corridor was long and silent. Their footsteps echoed softly against the marble floor; their rhythm was steady and controlled.Eirene walked beside Naomi. Her hands were folded in front of her. She stood tall, but her chest felt tight with racing thoughts.“Starting today. Once every five days.”Yoren’s words echoed clearly in her mind, accompanied by his flat, almost emotionless tone. To him, the schedule was nothing more than ordinary numbers. Eirene swallowed.Oh God, Eirene thought. How severe must the Alpha’s anaemia be for me to have to donate blood every five days?Eirene rubbed her left arm reflexively, as though she could already feel the yet-to-exist needle mark. Worry crept into her thoughts, making her clench her hands together. She tried to calm herself, reminding herself not to worry too much. Werewolves had faster healing systems than ordinary humans—that was common knowledg

A black car pulled up slowly in the palace courtyard. The engine was switched off, creating a brief hush, before one of the guards hurried over to open the rear door. As the late-afternoon air slipped into the cabin, a tall man stepped out with an air of relaxed confidence—perhaps too relaxed for such a formal place as the Palace.Travis lightly brushed his suit sleeve, then looked up at the magnificent building before him. His expression showed neither awe nor awkwardness, but rather that of someone returning to a familiar place.“Lord Travis.” Ruth stood a few steps away from the car, her posture as upright as ever. A carefully maintained smile of politeness rested on her face as she spoke. “I heard the news of your return.”Travis turned with a broad smile. “It seems the news has spread faster than I expected.”Ruth did not deny it. “Lady Madison has missed you greatly.”“Mom has been c

Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the bedroom curtains, ushering in the new day with warmth. The soft glow fell across the marble floor and was faintly reflected off the ivory-coloured walls. However, the beauty of the morning was not enough to completely dispel the weight lodged in Abigail’s mind.It had been a long time since Abigail had woken up. She stood by the window, gazing at the garden with an empty stare.The night before, she had barely been able to close her eyes. Janessa’s words, Paige’s image and the Palace’s increasingly distant attitude kept circling endlessly in her thoughts.Abigail let out a long breath, then looked down at the phone in her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she finally contacted her personal assistant, Warrick Callahan, whom she had relied on for several years.A short while later, there was a knock at the door. Warrick arrived, entering with calm yet efficient steps. His face always wore a