All Chapters of The Luna on a Chain: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Darkness swallowed my mind until the world drained into black and white. Everything gave way to instinct. My human consciousness dimmed, slipping away like dying embers. The last thing I saw was Kirill’s stunned face. That expression made my heart bleed—but my wolf surged forward, swallowing me whole. All fear, all pain dissolved in an instant.It always happened this way. She had taken control again, and this time nothing could save me.The pain faded, weakening with every heartbeat. Thoughts unraveled into flashes of wilderness. Trees blurred past as moonlight sliced through the dense canopy, illuminating the narrow wolf trails. My paws carried me faster and faster, pulling me farther from everything I longed for.KirillThe black wolf followed the she-wolf’s trail. The intoxicating scent of his fated mate guided him onward. Her fear still lingered in the air—sharp, bitter, suffocating—driving him to run even faster.The Alpha couldn’t ignore the fact that his mate had taken the old

Kirill didn’t come back to the room. He was probably sleeping somewhere else.So this was his way of showing how he felt about me?If I thought about it honestly, the Alpha had never once said he loved me. He had simply “sensed” a mate bond on me with his wolf’s nose — and even that was questionable at best. After our very first argument, he’d stormed off into the bushes and calmly waited for me to make the first move. He’d be waiting a very long time.The lights went out, and darkness settled over the room. The silhouettes of the guards beneath the window flickered in the moonlight. Escaping would be noisy, but werewolves had sharp hearing anyway, so there was no point trying to be subtle.The windows here were sturdier. I couldn’t break them easily, but they opened without a problem.Cold air rushed in, sharp with the bite of autumn. The men below stirred.“Close the window, miss!” one of them called.I leaned out.“Catch a little present, boys,” I said — not too loudly — and droppe

Kirill ignored me with almost impressive dedication. At first, it irritated me, but soon it turned into a rather entertaining game. I would move closer; he would retreat. For someone locked inside all day, I have to admit it amused me far more than it should have.Early one morning, I woke to find Kirill still asleep. He was lying at a deliberate distance from me, so naturally, I decided to close it. I draped one leg over him, then an arm, and pretended to remain asleep. But he definitely woke up. His steel-hard torso tensed instantly, his leg twitching with restrained tension. He rolled onto his side and, as if by accident, pushed me away, leaving space between us again. My hand landed on him once more—this time, I made sure it rested dangerously close to his manhood.He jerked as if a shard of ice had slid down his spine. The werewolf shot out of bed in a single movement and turned to face me. I stayed perfectly still, feigning sleep. Muttering something under his breath, Kirill sto

Someone kept knocking insistently at the door, but opening my eyes felt impossible, as if we had only just fallen asleep. A loud crash sounded from the other side, and a second later the door burst open.“Wake up, lovebirds!” Maura called from the doorway. “The dressmaker’s here with the gowns, and you’re still asleep.”I forced one eye open. Kirill didn’t even stir. Dragging myself upright, I turned toward our uninvited morning guest.Maura clearly had no intention of leaving. She stood by the bed, fixing us with an exasperated stare.“So you ran through the forest all night, and now you can’t even wake up for a scheduled appointment. Vera, at least get dressed. We can’t do this without you.”“All right. Give me ten minutes.”“Fine. I’ll wait in the living room. Nina will bring you a light breakfast.”She left, closing the door quietly behind her. I let out a heavy sigh and swung my feet to the floor. Every muscle in my body protested; I groaned after the very first step. Apparently,

When I got home, a pleasant surprise was waiting for me. All my resentment and bad mood vanished the moment I saw Kirill standing there with a huge bouquet of roses. Candles flickered throughout the room, and a dinner for two was beautifully set on the table.“What’s all this?” I asked, breathing in the rich scent of the deep red roses.“I just felt like surprising you.” Kirill smiled charmingly and kissed my cheek. “Will you have dinner with me?”“Of course. With pleasure.”The last words came out a little too eagerly. Kirill’s smile turned satisfied as he gently guided me into a chair.There was semi-sweet red wine and food from a restaurant—he had clearly put real effort into the evening. The pleasant warmth of the wine relaxed every muscle in my body. Content and happy, I looked at the man sitting across from me with love.We chatted about neutral things and laughed easily. Kirill shared several funny stories from his childhood. He waited for me to open up as well, but even three