All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eirene's peace continued. That morning felt just as peaceful as the day before—the first day she had woken up at the Aurelion Residence.Sunlight streamed in through the dining room's large windows, casting a soft glow across the neatly laid wooden table. The aroma of warm bread and morning tea filled the air.Eirene sat in her chair, enjoying breakfast slowly, as if she were still adjusting to her drastically changed life. She had just brought a small piece of bread to her mouth when Kyla approached with light footsteps.“Miss,” Kyla said gently, “the palace has delivered an invitation for you this morning.”Eirene stopped chewing. “An invitation?” she asked, seeking confirmation.“Yes.” Kyla nodded once. “The Alpha’s birthday party,” she continued.The spoon in Eirene’s hand nearly slipped. “What?” she asked, her eyes widening in shock. “Did you

The car carrying Paige stopped smoothly in front of the Calloways' house. She stepped out immediately, before the driver had even had the chance to get out and open the door for her. Her face hardened as she spoke sharply. “How long have you been working here? How can you not even drive properly?”The driver was startled. “Forgive me, Lady. I—”“Silence!” Paige cut him off, her eyes widening sharply until the driver bowed his head, not daring to say another word. “I don't pay you to make excuses.”Paige strode away quickly. Her heels struck the marble floor with a sharp sound. Her dress was immaculate and her hair was perfectly arranged, but her gaze was dark, filled with embers that had yet to die out. She entered the house without looking back once.Inside, the head butler was waiting in a poised manner for Paige’s arrival. “Welcome, Lady—”“Don’t speak,&rdq

Bradley parked his car right outside Sabrina’s apartment building. He had turned off the engine, but didn’t get out right away. Instead, he continued to grip the steering wheel tightly. His fingers tensed and his jaw hardened. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, but his focus seemed to be elsewhere.At last, his frustration found an outlet. Bradley’s fist slammed angrily into the steering wheel. The horn blared briefly, breaking the afternoon silence that hung between the city buildings.Bradley panted. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His breathing was heavy. “Damn it,” he muttered.It shouldn't have been this complicated. There must be an easier, more rational way. Yet, whenever Eirene was involved, everything always descended into chaos. He always found himself in the most unpleasant of positions: having to choose, persuade and swallow his pride.Bradley rubbed his face roughly, then reached into his jacket pocket. He took out his phone. His thumb brushed across the screen, and with

The smell of antiseptic mingled with the fresh, citrusy scent of a recently peeled orange in the hospital room. Silence lingered, too, accompanying each passing second steeped in uncertainty.Daisy was sitting propped up on the hospital bed, her back supported by several pillows. Her face was pale, but the light makeup on her eyelids and lips still looked neat, as if to refuse to appear completely weak.Beside the bed, Isabella sat peeling an orange with careful precision. Her hands moved skilfully, as though the simple act could calm her tangled thoughts.“Mom.” Daisy's voice broke the silence, flat but clearly edged with impatience. Isabella turned her head. “What time is it now?”Isabella glanced at her watch before answering. “Eight o’clock.”Daisy frowned. “It's already eight o'clock. Why hasn't Bradley come yet?”“Be patient, darling,” Isabella said gently. She paused he

As night slowly descended over Velmora Palace, it brought with it a stillness that felt far too oppressive for a celebration. There was no music, laughter or bustle, as there usually was on birthdays—only the light of a perfectly round, bright full moon hanging in the sky.A full moon like this was an immensely blessed night for all werewolves, bringing their power to its peak and always welcomed with songs of gratitude. Ironically, however, it had always been an enemy to Yoren.The birthday ritual took place far from the main palace, in an ancient stone courtyard hidden beyond a pine forest. This courtyard was surrounded by stone pillars worn down by time and adorned with carvings of lunar symbols and ancient script that only Gwyneth could understand.Small bonfires burned in the four corners of the courtyard, providing just enough light to illuminate the ritual circle without disturbing its sanctity. They radiated a faint warmth that struggled against th