Alle Kapitel von The Luna on a Chain: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

MaxMax was lost in thought, barely hearing a word his father said. His sister was chatting about the upcoming celebration—Kiril’s thirtieth birthday, just a week away. The whole pack was planning to throw him a grand party.“Max, are you even listening to me?” Maura’s voice cut through his haze.“Did you say something?”“I asked if you heard me! I was wondering who Kiril’s date will be for the party.”“I don’t know,” he replied flatly, turning back to stare out the car window.“Well, fine. I’ll ask him myself when we get there. Max, how’s it going with that girl of yours?”“It’s not going anywhere. And I don’t want to talk about it.”Maura glanced at their father, silently asking for support, but Miroslav only turned away and continued looking out the window.Ever since Miroslav had forced his son to erase that girl’s memory, the tension between them had become unbearable.When the car stopped in front of the house, Miroslav finally spoke.“Let’s go, kids,” he said as he stepped out.

Kirill returned to his room, seething with irritation. His father had once again tried to force that empty-headed Marina on him. The only thing that woman was good for was being a temporary lover—certainly not a wife.As he reached the door, he stopped. Marina’s perfume still lingered in the air. Damn woman. What had she been doing here?The moment he stepped inside, an even more unpleasant scent filled the room—the bitter trace of Vera’s tears.Kirill walked over to the bed and leaned closer. She lay curled up on the rumpled sheets, tear stains glistening on her cheeks. Fast asleep.The werewolf straightened and moved to the window. His men were in position, standing guard beneath the bedroom windows. Yet Marina’s scent still hung in the air. How had she gotten in? A stupid question—his father could easily have given her a key. He could only imagine what they’d said to make his girl cry like that.Their relationship was fragile enough as it was, and now others were trying to tear it

KirillThe Alpha paced around the office, furious, brushing against everything in his path. Vera was getting under his skin. Her words about shattered hopes had clamped onto his mind like a vise. Why did she hate shifters so intensely? What had they done to her in the past? Asking her was pointless. In this short time, he had already learned how difficult her character was.Someone knocked softly on the door.“Come in!” Kirill barked.Sevvy slipped cautiously through the doorway.“Close the door and speak.”“Boss, there’s nothing to report.” The wolf shifter shut the door firmly behind him. “A person named Vera Strelnikova doesn’t exist. The trail is wiped so clean there’s nothing to dig up.”“You must be joking. Humans can’t forge documents that perfectly without leaving a trace. Did you check social media? Run her photo through the databases?”“I’m telling you—there’s nothing. No girls resembling her in any database. No deleted or active social media photos either.”“You’re saying V

KirillThe scent of happiness, tenderness, loyalty, love, and madness filled the room. It was the same fragrance—only a hundred times stronger than he had ever imagined.Vera smelled achingly beautiful. Kirill could barely contain himself. The thought of his fated mate being hurt twisted something deep inside him. Her hand was in terrible condition. The doctor had insisted on taking her to the hospital, but Kirill refused. He would not let her out of his sight again—not even for a moment.The doctor was an old ally of the pack, a man who had patched up their hides more times than he could count. Cursing the lack of proper equipment, he continued stitching Vera’s wound. By the time he finished, the bed linens were soaked in blood and had to be replaced. Several people tried to help, but Kirill drove them all away. He wiped the blood from her himself and settled her onto clean sheets. The doctor set up an IV and left a list of instructions before heading out.Vera had a mild fever. Kiri

Early in the morning, the whole house buzzed like an anthill. The Alpha’s birthday was an important event. Right after breakfast, Maura came to see me and suggested we watch the preparations together. I didn’t want to spend the entire day cooped up in my room, so I gladly agreed.Maura settled with me in the garden gazebo and poured us some tea. Kirill had finally begun letting me out of my room, though only under Grey’s supervision. The guard stood beside the gazebo, silently scanning the surroundings.“Maura, can I ask you something?” I said, genuinely curious.“Well, go ahead.”“Why is he called Grey? Is that actually his name?”Maura burst out laughing, while Grey himself somehow managed to look even sterner.“Everyone got used to calling him that because his wolf is grey. His real name is Sergey. That’s just how it stuck.”I smiled.“And who gave him that nickname?”“Who else? Our Alpha, of course. If he gives someone a nickname, it stays for life.”“Well, that’s unfortunate. Doe