All Chapters of The Luna on a Chain: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KirillSeveral days had passed since Vera’s disappearance, and Kirill could find no peace.The date of the attack had been set, the plan discussed in every detail, yet his soul remained restless. He paced back and forth across the Persian carpet with particular ferocity, grinding it beneath his boots. In some places, the pile was already badly worn.“My son, calm down,” Miroslav tried to reason with him. “I understand you perfectly, but panic won’t help.”“Every time I imagine my girl alone there, with that sick, deranged bastard—”“He is still her father. He wouldn’t harm his own blood.”“You really think selling her blood for obscene amounts of money counts as ‘not harming’ her?”“Kirill, enough,” Max cut in sharply.The brothers decided to distract themselves with wine. In truth, only Max drank. Kirill continued to patrol the room like a guard on watch.“May I join you?” a woman’s voice came from the doorway.Milena stepped inside. She had stayed with the Abramovs until her daughte

Every day, I woke up hoping it would all end soon. The days dragged on mercilessly. Only two days remained until Day X.From the very morning, a sense of dread gnawed at me. Even the weather seemed to side with my fears, breaking into a full-blown storm.My brother had been gone for two days now, and panic tightened its grip around my chest. Father stopped by only to take another dose of blood, but today, for some reason, he lingered longer than usual.A soft knock sounded at the door.“Yes.”Katya entered the room and crossed over to the bed before sitting down.“Oleg sent me. Pack your things.”“Why?”I stared at her, confused.“You’re moving in with your fiancé.”“What? What fiancé?”“What do you mean, what fiancé? Marat.”“I’m not moving an inch from here.”“Your father expected that answer,” Katya said calmly. “He asked me to tell you that Yegor’s fate depends on your decision.”“Where is he?”“He—and almost the entire pack—have been locked in the underground chambers. Your fathe

VeraI woke up in an unfamiliar place. The room was enormous compared to the one I’d lived in before. Someone had changed me into a nightgown and tucked me into bed. When I felt a strange weight against my skin, my hand flew instinctively to my neck. A massive piece of jewelry slipped out from beneath the fabric—something that resembled my old moon pendant on a chain. Only this one was larger. It clearly shared not just the design, but the same properties. I couldn’t feel the she-wolf inside me at all.Dawn was breaking beyond the windows. Warm sunlight streamed through the clear glass, chasing shadows across the vast space. The room immediately struck me as feminine. Soft pastels and warm tones dominated, and countless plush rugs with floral patterns covered the floor.My gaze snagged on one peculiar detail. Near the vanity stood a headless mannequin dressed in a lavish red gown.The door flew open, tearing my attention away from the dress. When I saw Marat step inside, I instinctive

VeraEvery step toward the platform made my heart stutter. My father escorted me by the arm, his head held high. I mirrored his posture. The clinging gazes of those present irritated and unsettled me, but I forced myself not to look at anyone.Yet my eyes kept searching the crowd for familiar silhouettes.And I saw him.His face was hidden behind a mask, but something deep inside me screamed that it was Kirill. He scanned the hall, and from time to time the guests turned to look at him.A pleasant warmth spread through my chest, bringing confidence and calm.My father stepped up to the podium. Now it would begin.I glanced around. Escaping to the left would be easier. Those three men didn’t look as strong or as intimidating. A voice echoed through the hall, announcing the start of the auction. At the same moment, the room began to fill with white clouds of some unknown substance. The werewolves started murmuring, some shouting in alarm.Without wasting a second, I threw two darts—prep

Two Months LaterSomeone had been knocking on the bathroom door nonstop. I shot Kirill an irritated glare, and he wisely gave up, deciding instead to send in his mother.After a gentle knock, she slipped inside and found me sitting on the edge of the bathtub.“Vera, what’s going on? You don’t want to get married? We’re about to leave, and you haven’t even put the dress on.”I let out a heavy sigh. My hair and makeup had been done first thing in the morning, but the moment it was time to put on the dress, my stomach twisted so violently that I was now afraid to leave the bathroom at all. I knew exactly why this was happening. And honestly—there was no mystery. I no longer wore the pendant, which meant no wounds or illnesses could threaten me anymore. The fact that I was pregnant was undeniable. I just had no idea how to tell him.Another wave hit, forcing me to bend over the toilet. It was a nightmare. I wanted so badly to walk into my wedding without this—but how was I supposed to sto