All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The television in the living room had been on for an hour, but Eirene had stopped paying much attention to it fifteen minutes ago. She was sprawled lazily on the long sofa, with her back against the cushioned backrest, one leg folded and the other dangling towards the floor.On the screen, the host spoke with exaggerated enthusiasm about topics that Eirene did not fully understand: winter trends, celebrity gossip and things that felt far removed from her life. The voice had become background noise; it was no longer something she was truly listening to.Over the past few days, Eirene’s mind had felt too preoccupied with more important matters to pay attention to trivial things. She tried to calm herself with small routines—watching television, reading and taking short walks in the backyard—but everything felt half-hearted.A soft knock at the door disrupted her thoughts. She shifted her gaze. “Come in.”Kyla appeared from behind the door, looking as calm, composed and unreadable as eve

Yoren glanced at his wristwatch. He had three more hours before he had to depart. He should have started preparing by now. Yet he did not move.The pulse from the pendant had calmed. Colour had gradually returned to Eirene’s face. But the unrest in Yoren’s chest had not eased.A faint tremor stirred in the air. A soft groan broke the silence.Yoren straightened up immediately. “Eirene?”Eirene eacted. Her brows furrowed. Her lashes fluttered gently before her eyes slowly opened.Yoren waited, tense. He was eager to check her condition, but chose to remain still for a moment. He gave her time to gather herself. What he did not expect was that the first thing Eirene became aware of was him.Eirene called to him in a faint voice, almost a whisper. “Alpha?”Yoren moved closer, his chair scraping softly against the floor. “How do you feel? Are you in any discomfort?”Eirene did not ans

The sky was dark; it was still the early hours of the morning. The garden lights were faintly reflected on the glass, revealing his tall, upright reflection.Yoren stood before the window, expressionless, looking out over the palace grounds while his thoughts churned in disarray. After a long time, he finally closed his eyes for a moment. The memory of that kiss crossed his mind, causing him to exhale slowly. He lifted both his hands and rubbed his face roughly.Fool, Yoren snarled inwardly. How could I lose control like that?Yoren replayed the incident in his mind, trying to find some logic in it. Eirene had just woken up and touched his cheek lightly—almost fragilely. Then he had felt dazed, as though something had taken over his body—instinct, impulse and all the things he had always controlled perfectly.The curses in his mind echoed endlessly, repeating over and over. Yoren knew he should not have acted that way. He was an alpha. Every decision he made had to be carefully consid

The palace was never truly silent. There were always echoing footsteps in the corridors, the soft whispering of servants and the rustling of wind between the tall pillars. Strangely, however, the atmosphere felt different that day. It was not silence that lingered, but tension; as if something had just happened, leaving behind an invisible trace.Ruth stood in front of the door to Yoren’s private sitting room. Her hands were folded in front of her, but her fingers were clenched together unconsciously. Every so often, she glanced at the large door, then quickly looked straight ahead again, as if trying to suppress the growing uneasiness in her mind.“Beta,” she finally called to Fabrizio, who stood beside her, far more composed than she was. Her voice was soft, yet it failed to hide the tension within. “What exactly happened?”Fabrizio remained still. He did not answer immediately.Ruth turned to look at him more closely. &ldq

The training room was spacious and filled with light, which streamed in through the tall windows overlooking the back garden. The smooth wooden floor reflected the figure moving with calm, controlled rhythm.Paige drew a long breath. Her body arched perfectly into the final position. Her muscles tightened with almost imperceptible precision. Her movements were fluid yet controlled—a habit she had trained for years.After a moment, she exhaled slowly and released the position. Her body returned to an upright position with perfect posture.She stood still for a moment, allowing her heartbeat to slow down. A thin sheen of sweat dampened her temples, trailing slowly along the line of her defined jaw. In one smooth motion, she picked up a towel from the chair beside her and dabbed away the sweat with effortless grace, as if exhaustion had no right to mar her appearance.The large mirror in front of her clearly reflected Paige's image. She looked neat, composed and flawless—at least, that w