All Chapters of Blood Moon's Alpha: His Rejected Mate, His Hidden Heir: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

By noon, the heavy gloom that has hung over the royal castle for two whole years completely lifts.Kieran steps out onto the high stone balcony overlooking the grand court. Beside him stands Morgana, wrapped in a warm, clean woolen cloak, her gray eyes shining bright. In Kieran’s broad arms sits little Lucian, his cheeks glowing with healthy color, while Morgana holds tiny Lucinda close against her hip.Down in the courtyard, hundreds of pack members, court guards, and city elders gather in silence. Caspian stands at the front of the crowd with his sword at his hip, his eyes wide with shock and pure relief.Kieran raises his hand, his deep voice carrying clearly over the open courtyard."People of the realm!" Kieran announces, his voice echoing off the stone walls with power and pride. "The darkness over our home is broken! Our Queen, Morgana, has returned to us alive and safe!"A low gasp ripples through the crowd, followed by stunned whispers that quickly turn into excited murmurs.

A sharp gasp rips from Morgana’s throat as the cold steel sinks deep between her shoulder blades.The silver light surrounding her body flickers, sputters, and instantly dies. Her knees buckle, and the small bundle of white flowers drops from her limp fingers, scattering across the bloody stone floor.Behind her, Victoria yanks the blade back out with a sickening squelch.Victoria bursts into loud, frantic laughter that echoes madly across the high ceiling of the sanctuary."Look at you!" Victoria screams, her voice cracking with unhinged joy. "Look at the great Luna bleeding on her own altar!"Morgana presses her hand over her chest, staggering forward. Her vision blurs as hot, dark blood spills down her back, staining her white silk dress."Kieran was supposed to be mine!" Victoria shrieks, her face twisted in pure, toxic madness. "You stole him from me! You stole my life, my title, my future! You are a jinx, Morgana! You destroyed my father, Silas! You destroyed our entire family!

The royal infirmary is dead quiet, except for the harsh, ragged sound of Morgana's breathing.She lies flat on the white bed, her skin as pale as fresh snow. The dark, spider-web veins have spread further across her back, crawling steadily up her neck and toward her jawline.Dr. Alistair steps back from the bed, his hands covered in green herbs that have completely failed to stop the dark magic. His face is pale with defeat.Kieran stands right over his wife. His fists are clenched so tight that his knuckles are white, and his broad chest heaves with heavy, silent breaths. In the corner of the room, Queen Evangeline sits on a velvet armchair, holding both Lucian and Lucinda close to her chest. Little Lucinda whimpers softly, reaching her small hand toward the bed, feeling her mother's pain through their silver bond."Speak, Alistair," Kieran demands, his voice low and dangerously cold. "What is it?""It is black-root poison, Your Majesty," Dr. Alistair whispers, his hands shaking as h

Kieran opens his mouth, his chest burning with fury. "No. You give me the bottle first, or—"A sharp, painful gasp echoes straight inside Kieran’s head.Kieran! Queen Evangeline’s voice screams through the mind-link, laced with total panic. She’s convulsing! Dark blood is spilling from her mouth! Dr. Alistair says her heart is stopping—we don't have hours, Kieran! She has less than two hours left!Kieran's blood turns to liquid ice. The words freeze in his throat. His hand slips slowly off the cold iron bars of the cell.He looks at Victoria. She is watching him quietly, her dark eyes tracking the sudden terror on his face. She knows the mind-link just came through."Fine," Kieran says, his voice flat, drained of all life. "We do the ceremony now. But the moment the crown touches your head, you hand over the antidote. If she dies, I will drag you straight to hell with me."Victoria's unhinged smile stretches across her face. "Deal, my Alpha."Kieran turns to the two royal guards stand

Seven days have passed since the blood was washed from the stone floor and the dark memory of Victoria was buried forever.Today, the grand mating hall is completely transformed.Warm afternoon sunlight streams through the tall glass archways, illuminating thousands of sweet white winter blossoms wrapped around every pillar. Soft harps and low drums echo across the high ceiling. The entire pack fills the wooden benches, their faces bright with genuine joy. There are no fears, no dark shadows, and no hidden curses hanging in the air.At the front of the altar stands Kieran. He looks magnificent in a dark velvet royal suit embroidered with gold, his broad chest rising and falling slowly. Beside his boots stand two tiny velvet stools. Two-year-old Lucian, wearing a little dark vest that matches his father's, sits proudly on one. Next to him, Lucinda wears a soft silver dress, her small fingers tangling in the fur of Kieran's cape as she giggles.Queen Evangeline stands near them, tears o