All Chapters of The Luna on a Chain: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ArthurThe blond werewolf strode into the council chamber with an easy, confident gait. Only three Alphas were seated at the long table. Interesting. Where did the rest of them always disappear to during these meetings?“Arthur, you're right on time.” A broad-shouldered, imposing man in an expensive suit rose to greet him.Irritation and thinly veiled disdain flickered across their faces.They still regarded him with contempt and suspicion, but the substantial contribution his father had made to secure his son’s seat on the council forced them to hold their tongues and paste on polite smiles.“What’s this about? You summoned me at a rather inconvenient time. I was expecting a full assembly. Looks like I wasted my time.”“That depends on how you see it.” An elderly man scratched the back of his head. “Take a look.”A single sheet of paper slid smoothly across the table, nearly slipping over the edge.“What is this?”Arthur picked it up—and froze as he read the lines. His brows shot up.

At the first hint of dawn, all living creatures awaken — birds, animals, fish… and pastry chefs racing against the clock to finish a cake before the deadline.The celebration was scheduled for five in the evening, and there was still so much left to do. Ruslan protested, insisting I go back to bed, but I genuinely felt better. It was as if I had slept enough to last an entire month.Maura arrived closer to noon and was genuinely astonished by what she saw. The cake was nearly finished; only a few small details remained."You look much better," she said, settling at the table with a cup of tea."Much better," I replied without lifting my eyes from my work.It’s done.A triumphant smile spread across my face. Now let’s just hope it tastes as good as it looks. Maura sat there perfectly content — right up until I opened my mouth."So… how exactly are we getting this to the club?"Her smile disappeared instantly. And she had a point. The cake had turned out enormous."I have no idea. Maybe

I dreamed I was flying across the sky. Soft clouds brushed against my skin—weightless and tender. I didn’t want to wake, but I couldn’t cling to that fleeting, blissful moment. Stretching lazily across the bed, I opened my eyes—only to squeeze them shut again at once. Why was there so much sunlight in my room? The sun had never streamed in this brightly before. I tried again—and froze in horror. This wasn’t my room. I glanced around, then down at myself, and a sharp sense of déjà vu struck. Why was it that, for the second time after leaving the Werewolf Club, I was waking up somewhere unfamiliar—in a man’s T-shirt? Sliding off the bed, I walked to the window and looked outside. Had I died and somehow ended up in heaven? Lush green trees stretched as far as I could see, flowerbeds bursting with tulips, natural stone paths winding gracefully between them. I was so mesmerized by the view that I didn’t notice someone enter the room. “Good morning, beautiful,” came a satisfied, painfu

Ruslan’s House“Ruslan, I don’t recognize you,” the Alpha admitted honestly as he studied his friend. “I would never have believed you could just… fall in love like this. Not to this extent.”The room lay in semi-darkness. Two werewolves sat opposite the window, slowly sipping wine as they watched the moon rise over the forest.“Believe it,” Ruslan replied, his tone grave.“Do you think she’s with him right now?”“Who else would she be with? She couldn’t just vanish into thin air. And someone wiped the security cameras clean — there’s nothing left to trace.”“But Maya isn’t in his den.”“Arthur isn’t there either. Maybe he’s keeping her in one of his labs.”“If I’m being honest,” the Alpha sighed heavily, “I believe she’s his destined mate. He won’t hurt her. When we spoke at the hotel, the kid looked ready to strangle me with his bare hands.”“I won’t give her up. And when I find her, I’ll claim my right. Once she’s back, she won’t step outside this house again.”“You really have bee

Pleasant scents filled the space around me. Through the thick haze wrapped around my consciousness, I could distinguish faint notes of garden flowers, a delicate trace of moisture and freshness… and one very strong, utterly revolting sour smell. The moment my senses locked onto that awful odor, I could no longer focus on anything else. My nose throbbed painfully, and I clamped my hands over it before finally forcing my eyes open.Now I understood. I had officially gone insane. Why was everything so bright? And it had nothing to do with sunlight streaming into the room. It felt as if someone had cranked the sharpness and contrast up to their absolute maximum. Still pinching my nose shut, I pushed myself upright in bed and looked around. The source of the horrible smell was easy to locate—it sat on the bedside table. Vinegar mixed with water. Someone had been placing cloth compresses soaked in it on my forehead.I was alone in the room. Almost…The moment I focused on the strange patter