Alle Kapitel von The Luna on a Chain: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I had always known I was guilty, but hearing it spoken aloud—spoken with such hatred—hurt unbearably.Heavy footsteps echoed somewhere in the distance. Something was approaching. But Stas didn’t move, which meant it had to be his accomplice. From that same direction came a strange growl, and I stared into the darkness in terror.A tall, middle-aged man stepped out of the shadows, holding two dogs on leashes—bull terriers, it seemed. Everything inside me turned cold. Stas noticed the horror in my eyes and laughed, his laughter so chilling it made me tremble.“Are you scared, Vera?” he asked mockingly. “Do you remember how Artem died?”He paused, watching me closely. “Of course you remember. You were standing right there when another werewolf tore him apart. By the way, this is Bogdan. You may not recognize him, but he’s the one who attacked you by the lake.”I didn’t know how to breathe. Stas was so unhinged that one wrong word could provoke something tru

Consciousness returned to me slowly. Fragments of terrifying scenes swirled through my mind, and I looked around in fear. Warm light filtered through the windows. Silence lay heavy in the room. There was no sign of the maniac or the vicious dogs. I scanned myself from head to toe and found not a single wound. Had it all been nothing but a dream?A faint rustle sounded nearby. Turning my head, I found Kirill sleeping peacefully beside me. A smile touched my lips. He was here—the man who had become so dear to me. His black hair was tousled, falling in careless disarray. His beard, as always, was neatly trimmed. My fingers reached for him on their own. I desperately wanted to touch him, to make sure this wasn’t another illusion.My fingertips brushed over his cheek, slowly trailing down to his lips.“Come on…” a barely audible murmur slipped from his mouth.I snatched my hand back at once, as if burned. Kirill didn’t move. It seemed he had spoken in his sleep. Carefully, I touched his ch

A soft brush of tender lips against my skin pulled me from a pleasant dream. With a contented stretch, I shifted across the bed and, without opening my eyes, wrapped my arms tightly around Kirill.“You promised you’d come yesterday,” I murmured, a trace of hurt in my voice.“How can I make it up to you?”“Spend some time with me.”Silence followed. I opened my eyes to find two movie tickets held right in front of my face.“How about this option? Though this time, I’m choosing the movie. Honestly, your taste is terrible.”I smiled slyly. My taste was perfectly fine—it was just that my methods of revenge weren’t always pleasant.“Oh, come on. It was a good movie. That evening, I just wanted to punish you.”“For what?” Kirill protested, smiling.“For lying,” I replied playfully, drawing out each word as I pressed my finger to my lips.“The biggest liar here is you. You don’t just learn that kind of acting—you’re born with it.”He pressed his lips to mine. Gently. Tenderly. Reverently. As

KirillKirill came to his senses and abruptly sat up in bed. He ran his hands over himself from head to toe and found not a single wound on his body.“How is that even possible?” the Alpha muttered.The room turned out to be one of the guest bedrooms. Rising quickly, he headed for his own. Dawn was just breaking beyond the windows, and Vera must have been beside herself with worry for who knew how many hours.He opened the door quietly, stepped inside—and froze.The bed was neatly made. Vera was nowhere in sight.He checked the shower. Empty.If she wasn’t in the bedroom, she had to be in the dining room or the living room. He checked both. Nothing.Voices echoed from the direction of the front entrance, and the Alpha strode toward them.Several of his wolves entered the hallway, leaning on one another for support. Behind them came Max and his father.“What happened? Where have you been? How much time has passed since that clash?” Kirill fired off the questions.The looks on their fac

A knock at the door echoed through my sleep. I had fallen asleep with difficulty, despite being utterly exhausted. My eyes refused to open, but the moment a cold hand touched my shoulder, I jolted awake.My father was sitting on the edge of the bed, and behind him stood a man holding a medical case. I looked at my father questioningly.“What’s going on?”“I need your blood. Don’t worry, I won’t take much. I need you healthy this evening.”“I didn’t agree to this,” I said, glaring at him.“No one asked for your consent.”He grabbed my arm and rolled up my sleeve. The man with the case unpacked his tools and began the unpleasant procedure. Clenching my teeth, I endured it in silence.“Take a shower. Katya will come in half an hour to help you get ready for dinner.”I said nothing. My glare spoke for me. The man gave a crooked smirk.“Behave yourself,” he said before leaving.Half an hour later, just as my father had said, Katya arrived. We had grown up together. She was always trying to