Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Crescent Heir : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

At the Silverwood manor, Deimon sat deep in his penthouse, emersing himself on his favorite cushion. The room was a tomb of velvet and shadow, the air thick with the sweet, heavy scent of cherry tobacco. A disco ball spun slowly in the corner, throwing tiny rays of golden and purple light across his bare, muscular chest. He looked like a king in a dark palace. He wore only silk shorts, the fabric barely clinging to his hips.In his left hand, he held a golden hookah pipe. He took a long, slow pull, the water bubbling softly. When he exhaled, thick, white cloud hid his face before swirling into the aromatic mist filling the room. A glass of dark wine sat on his right hand, catching the dim light. He sipped it, letting the alcohol burn a path down his throat, as he savoured it's flavors.Deimon stretched, his muscles rippling like a predator’s. His mind was a mess. The uprising within his clan, the new threats hiding in the dark, news about Anna. But tonight, he didn’

Deimon knew he had stirred the hornets' nest with his acts, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Word spread like wildfire, every pack and clan whispered in dismay. The son of Ashworth had not just broken a rule; he had desecrated the Law of the Crescent in front of the high council. It was more than defiance—it was an invitation to war. By evening, the outrage had reached his own clan, and the air was thick with it."Son, what fresh hell have you dragged to our doorstep?"Octavia stood in the driveway, her face a mask of pale fury. Deimon pulled his McLaren to a stop, the engine’s dying down, releasing a soft growl into the evening air . "Mother, should I take that as an evening compliment?" Deimon smiled as he pulled himself out of his McLaren. He stepped closer and affectionately fondled his mother's cheek. "What troubles you, Mama? Your face doesn't suit that frown.""Adolphus Grimmwald sent a message," she hissed, ignoring his charm. "The Council is in an uproar. What d

The silence in Anna’s apartment became so thick that the rapid thumping of her own heart felt like drumbeats. She stared at the phone on the small wooden table, her fingers trembling as she pressed the speaker button."What? Puppy? Is that really you?" Lauretta’s voice came through, thin and wavering, as if she were speaking from another world.Anna closed her eyes, a single tear escaping and rolling down her cheek. "Yes, Mama. It’s me.""Oh my goodness!" Lauretta gasped, a choked-back scream echoing through the line. "Puppy! Unbelievable. How are you, baby girl? I thought... we all thought the worst. The stories they told... I thought I had buried my heart when you disappeared.""I’m fine, Mama," Anna whispered, sniffing back more tears. "It was hectic. It was a nightmare I thought I’d never wake up from, but I’m good now. Truly, how are you? How is your health?""I feel better now that I hear your voice," Lauretta breathed. The sound of her deep, shaky exhale filled the room. "I c

Anna stepped through the sliding glass doors of the private wing, her hand pressed firmly against her belly. Beneath her palm, the dark pulse was no longer throbbing—it was rippling. It felt like a heavy stone had been hurled into the center of a deep, black lake, sending waves of cold energy through her veins.Janette held Anna’s arm with an iron grip. Her usual bubbly persona had vanished, replaced by a sharp, predatory intensity."Isabeau," Janette commanded, her eyes scanning the hallway. "Get the medical staff. I want a private room, now. Fetch Dr. Donovan immediately. No questions, no paperwork at the front desk, move!""Understood," Isabeau replied. Her usual grace shifted into something cold and efficient. She strode toward the reception desk, her mere presence radiating a command that made the hospital staff jump into frantic action.Anna felt the floor tilt. "Janette... the pain. It’s not just a kick. It feels like... like something inside is trying to reach out."Janette di

"Ahhhhh."The groan tore itself out of Anna before she was fully awake. She pushed herself upright, pressed one hand to her head, and sat there blinking at nothing in particular while the world reassembled itself around her. A dull, rhythmic thumping pulsed behind her eyes."Feels like a blacksmith mistook my head for an anvil," she muttered."That must be a very wise blacksmith, I'd say." a calm voice drifted from the corner.Anna's eyes snapped open. The sudden light made her wince, but the figure sitting at the foot of her bed stopped her heart for a different reason."Janette?" Anna whispered, her memory a blurred mess of hospital white and screaming monitors. The room was not the hospital ward, that much she knew. This wasn't her room or Isabeau’s either. She was in an apartment that felt like a hidden sanctuary. The space around her was something else entirely, something older. The walls were stone and dark timber, draped in fabric the color of deep water, and the furniture was