All Chapters of The Luna on a Chain: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

ArthurTime dragged forward mercilessly, a chain of worries and unresolved problems tightening around his neck like a noose. Like a rabid hound, he lunged blindly in every direction after a bone he could not see but knew was somewhere close.Evening crept in, and the hope of finding his beloved alive and unharmed faded with the last rays of the setting sun.“Arthur,” a familiar werewolf’s voice called again, “I don’t know who did this, but I just received footage from the traffic cameras. It shows the exact route our father took.”“And?” Arthur asked flatly, lost in his own thoughts.“He’s hiding on the outskirts of the city, in one of the private elite estates. If we don’t have any other leads, why not start there?”“Fine. Let’s go.” There was more certainty in his voice now, though the panic beneath it was still unmistakable.The vibrant cityscape gradually gave way to narrow forest roads. During the entire drive, the brothers remained silent. Arthur drowned in his thoughts, while K

My hands wandered across the sheets, searching for a certain werewolf beside me. My eyes refused to open, so I explored the bed by touch alone. But there was no one there, and even the mattress had already grown unpleasantly cool.When I finally forced my eyes open, I looked around. Arthur was gone. His voice drifted faintly from somewhere in the distance. On the chair beside the bed lay yet another set of clothes from Bella. I couldn’t help wondering—where did the things I left there in the evening keep disappearing to?I quickly slipped into the new dress and stepped out of the room, following the voices that clearly weren’t coming from the living room. Behind a dark oak door was yet another room I had never seen before. I opened it—and stopped short in surprise. The two of them were chatting as if they were old friends, drinking wine early in the morning.“Maya, you’re awake?” Arthur smiled at me.“What exactly are you two doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.“Celebrating our upcomi

RuslanAfter bathing the girl and dressing her in pajamas, Ruslan stood for a long while studying her snow-pale face—tear-streaked and painfully thin. Gently brushing his fingers over her cheek, he bent down and claimed her full lips with his own. It was far more pleasant to kiss her when she didn’t resist. But the moment she woke, everything would start all over again.Casting one last glance at the girl, the werewolf left the room and headed for his study. Sonia had spent half the day obediently confined to her own room, causing no unnecessary trouble.Ruslan settled behind his desk and spread his research papers out before him. Not long ago, he had borrowed certain intriguing data from the Abramovs and refined it. An unexpected thought flickered through his mind, and the werewolf rose and crossed to the safe. Retrieving two ampoules, he stared for a long moment at the translucent liquid sealed behind the glass, carefully weighing his options.Suddenly, the sharp screech of tires to

Sometimes life turns into a vicious cycle of misfortune and relentless setbacks. I knew my memory had been erased—but I couldn’t grasp what, exactly, had been taken from me. The Maya staring back from the mirror was undeniably me, yet she felt like a stranger. My features had sharpened, shedding their girlish softness and fullness, becoming more refined, more feminine. My eyes seemed greener, my hair even more copper than before.My gaze drifted to the delicate sun-shaped pendant resting against my collarbone, set with a vivid red stone. I had no idea where it had come from, yet I knew—absolutely knew—that I was meant to wear it and never take it off. And then there was the mark on my neck. Or rather, I knew it had been there yesterday. Ruslan had sunk his wolf fangs into that spot so many times that now it was nothing but a blur of wounds and bruises, impossible to make out.A soft knock at the door pulled me away from my two-hour attempt to rediscover myself in the mirror. I had foo

“Maya, how are you?” Maura asked, her voice tight with concern.I sank into an armchair and let out a heavy sigh.“I’m fine… but I still don’t remember anything.”“Alright,” Egor said in a firm, commanding tone. “Your mate is Arthur Gromov. He’s being held at the Council right now, and from what we can tell, Ruslan managed to wipe his memory too.”“Who?” three female voices echoed at once.Had I heard that right—Gromov?“That’s impossible,” I snapped. “I wouldn’t go anywhere near Gromov even if you paid me.”“Egor, are you sure you’re not mistaken?” Maura asked, just as shaken.“No, I’m not. He claimed you as his mate, but the Council denied him. Maya, I don’t know what happened between you two all this time, but I can say one thing for sure: that guy loves you—deeply. And you… at the awards ceremony, when you won that culinary competition…”“Stop!” I cut the Alpha off. “I won a competition?”“Yes, but that’s not the point,” the werewolf went on. “That night I saw it—those sparks in b