All Chapters of Crown of Blood and Moonlight: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Maya’s POV) I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while moonlight traced pale shapes across my walls. Sleep never stayed long anymore. Not with the dreams—the woman’s voice, the necklace glowing, the ocean calling my name. But tonight, it wasn’t just the sea that stirred me. It was something closer. Warmer. Stronger. Her wolf prowled inside her chest, restless, pacing like a caged beast. Aurora wanted something. Needed something. And I knew exactly what. Damien. The bond tugged at me like an invisible thread, pulling tight no matter how I tried to fight it. Every time he was near, my pulse quickened, my senses sharpened. His scent clung to my memory, oak, fresh grass and storm, and it filled me now as if he were right beside me.I rolled over, clutching the necklace until my knuckles went white. Why him? Why now? He is my Alpha, my protector. He wasn’t supposed to be… this. A soft knock startled me. My breath caught as the doo

(Maya’s POV) The forest was too quiet after Felix’s departure, as though even the night itself held its breath. My chest still ached, my pulse thrumming with the memory of his voice. Maya. Just the sound of my name from his lips had lit something deep inside me—a spark I didn’t want but couldn’t extinguish. Damien hadn’t stopped watching me since. His eyes, burning amber in the moonlight, tracked every breath, every flicker of emotion across my face. The bond between us tugged hard, protective, demanding, but it was tangled now—tainted by the second pull that refused to fade. Naomi touched my arm gently, her presence a tether. “Maya… are you okay?” I wanted to lie. To say yes, to brush it off like Felix’s words hadn’t carved into me. But the truth sat heavy inmy throat. “I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Damien growled low, the sound more wounded than angry. “Don’t listen to him. He’s playing with your head.

(Maya’s POV) The night air was cool, but my skin burned everywhere Damien touched me. His hands lingered at my waist, steady yet trembling, like he was holding back more than I could imagine. The bond pulsed between us, electric, demanding, relentless. “Maya,” he breathed against my lips, his voice rough, strained. “Do you feel it too? The way it claws at us?” “Yes,” I whispered, my body pressed against his, every inch alive with sparks. My wolf paced inside me, desperate to give in, desperate to let him claim me fully. Damien’s mouth captured mine again, harder this time, teeth grazing my lower lip until a soft moan escaped before I could stop it. He groaned, pulling me closer, his heart hammering against mine. The world faded—there was no cliff, no pack, no whispers of prophecy. Only us. His lips trailed along my jaw, down the curve of my throat, until his breath hovered over the spot where amark would bloom. My wolf howled, urgi

(Maya’s POV) Sleep didn’t come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ocean. The sound of it, the pull of it—waves crashing like a heartbeat I couldn’t ignore. And then… her voice. Maya. Soft, lilting, wrapping around me like a song I half-remembered. A lullaby. I was small again, a child, floating in warm water. Strong arms held me, rocking me gently. A woman’s face blurred in light above me, hair shining like spun silver, eyes the exact shade of my own. She sang in a language I didn’t know, yet somehow understood. A song of love. A song of sorrow. My chest ached. Mother.I jolted awake, gasping, my hand flying to the necklace at my throat. It burned warm against my skin, pulsing like it carried a heartbeat of its own. “Maya?” I turned, startled, to see Damien at my door. His hair was tousled, like he hadn’t slept either, his shirt loose over broad shoulders. He stepped inside without waiting for permission.

(Felix’s POV) The coven gathered in the ruins of the old cathedral, shadows clinging to the cracked stone walls as if they belonged to us. Moonlight spilled through broken glass windows, painting patterns across the floor like bloodstains. Valentina lounged on a toppled column, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. “The wolves are restless,” she drawled. “I hear whispers of a white wolf awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Not whispers. Prophecy.” The others stilled, their eyes shifting to me. Ivy tilted her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder like liquid night. “You’ve seen her, haven’t you?” I didn’t answer right away. My thoughts drifted unbidden to the cliffs, to the girl with ice-blue eyes that cut straight through me. To the way her presence had shaken something deep inside, something I thought long-dead.“Yes,” I said at last, my voice low. “Maya.” The name carried weight in “She’s the reason the balance falters,”