Alle Kapitel von The Luna on a Chain: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Alpha’s MansionKirill stared out the window. It had been raining for two days straight. The weather was miserable, yet somehow it soothed him.He leaned back in the chair in his study, slowly sipping cognac. Not the best habit for the morning, but it was the only way he could relax.The door burst open.“Drinking this early? Really?” Max’s voice came from behind him.His brother strode to the desk and dropped into the armchair beside him. Kirill handed him a glass, but Max shook his head.“What’s wrong, Kirill?”“What do you mean?”“You don’t look like a werewolf who’s just found his fated mate.”The Alpha let out a heavy sigh and tilted his head back, closing his eyes.“Her scent is fading.”“I’m not sure I follow.”“I don’t understand it myself,” Kirill said sharply, setting his glass down with a quiet clink. “That intoxicating scent of my mate—it’s disappearing. Every day it grows weaker, and I can’t figure out why.”Max stared at his brother, clearly baffled.“How is that even po

I don’t know why, but when a woman is upset, she starts cleaning. Quite an entertaining activity, I must admit—the best substitute for any sedative.Once the apartment was sparkling, I moved on to dinner. The fridge was almost empty—I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in ages. I suppose the time had finally come. There was a store nearby that I really liked.My loyal companions—leggings and a hoodie—came to the rescue once again. It’s a shame I can’t go to work dressed like that. Victor had made it crystal clear what “work-appropriate” meant after I showed up at the café in a tracksuit one too many times.Outside, the air was fresh and cool. August was slipping away quickly, and soon the dreary days of autumn would arrive.At the store, I filled my cart with groceries and grabbed a couple of bottles of white wine. Laden with heavy bags, I left under the curious gaze of the cashier. They weren’t heavy for me at all, but I had to pretend they were. Once I turned into the backstreets, there w

All day, I felt as if I were sitting on pins and needles.Every little sound made me flinch. Even exhausted and feverish, I dragged a heavy dresser against the door. Late that night, the fever spiked again, and I finally drifted into restless sleep.Morning arrived as if nothing unusual had happened.Strength had returned to my body; I even felt hungry. But the moment I stepped out of the bedroom, I froze. The very piece of furniture I had struggled to shove against the door the night before was back in its original place. A note lay on top of it:“You really didn’t have to try so hard.”My hands trembled with anger. How had he gotten in? I had been certain I was safe.I devoured the scrambled eggs with a hunger bordering on desperation, then took a shower. Max was supposed to arrive soon. Maybe his connections could help identify the sender—or at least trace where the messages were coming from.He showed up closer to noon, carrying an enormous bag filled with medicine and fruit.“I’m

It took some effort, but I managed to conceal the bruises with makeup. There was nothing I could do about my hollowed cheeks, though.When I arrived at work, I went straight to Victor’s office. He looked so pleased about something that my urge to deliver bad news suddenly faltered. I was ready to retreat, but he stopped me.“Vera, what is it you wanted to discuss?”“Mr. Victor, I feel awkward saying this, but… I’d like to resign.”He went still, studying me intently. His good mood vanished in an instant.“Vera, are you joking? What happened? Is it about the salary? I can raise it.”“I’m sorry, but it’s not about work. I’m in a difficult personal situation, and I’m planning to move to another city.”“Are you certain about this decision?”“Yes.” I hesitated for a moment.“You don’t sound very certain,” he said, his tone softening. “But I won’t force you to stay. In fact, considering everything you’ve done for my business, I’ll let you leave without working out your notice. But remember,

From Pleasant OblivionThe pleasant haze vanished in an instant. My eyes flew open, and I jerked upright in bed.There was shouting and commotion outside the door—someone overly emotional was trying to push past the nurse.On the bedside table sat fruit, juice, a new charger, and a note:“Call me in the morning.”A phone number was scribbled beneath it. I slipped the paper into my bag and reached for my dead phone.The door burst open with a crash—and in stormed a tornado in the shape of two brothers.I froze mid-motion.“Vera.” Max dropped onto the edge of the bed and pulled me into a tight hug. “How are you? We’ve been looking for you for three days.”“Why?” I asked stupidly.“What do you mean, why? I nearly lost my mind when I came to your office and they told me you’d quit!”“Sorry I didn’t warn you,” I said guiltily. “I never imagined I’d end up in an accident.”The entire time, Kirill stood silently by the door. Then he stepped outside, closing it behind him without a word. Why