Alle Kapitel von The Demoted Luna : Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Nia's POV The heavy wooden doors of the Blood Thorne fortress swung shut behind us, cutting off the chill of the evening breeze but doing absolutely nothing to dispel the thick, suffocating tension that had followed us all the way from the northern territory. I stood in the center of the stone courtyard, the familiar scent of burning pine and damp stone filling my lungs, yet my mind remained completely tangled in the messy aftermath of everything that had transpired on that dark balcony. I kept my gaze focused tightly on the ground for a few seconds, intentionally smoothing down the front of my travel tunic and ensuring that my posture betrayed absolutely none of the exhausting inner turmoil that had kept my chest tight for the past fourteen hours. When I finally forced myself to look up, I found Beta Narek and Gamma Raphael standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, their initial expressions of welcome looking just a fraction too rigid to be entirely genuine.I crunted my eyes,

Nia's POV The bright morning sunlight streamed through the high stone windows of the upper corridor, throwing long, golden rectangles across the stone floor as I hurried toward the grand council chamber. I had deliberately spent the last hour in Kiera’s quarters, watching the pack physician brew her a specialized herbal tonic and ensuring that her fever had completely subsided before I even considered attending to my official duties. Her safety was a priority that always took precedence over political posturing, even if it meant I was going to be noticeably late for the most important briefing of the week. I stopped right outside the massive, heavily carved oak doors of the council room, taking a single deep breath to compose my features into a mask of absolute calm, refusing to let the frantic rhythm of my heart show on my face. I placed both hands against the heavy wood, pushing the doors open with a smooth, deliberate motion that drew every single eye in the crowded room directly

Torin's POV The silver moonlight cut through the high, arched windows of my private study, casting long, sharp shadows across the floorboards as I held her against my chest. Her skin felt incredibly soft beneath my calloused fingers, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos that had been roaring through my mind ever since we stepped foot back inside this fortress. I could feel the rapid, frantic fluttering of her pulse against my palms, a silent testament to the fact that she was just as unraveled by this proximity as I was. For six years, I had maintained the disciplined, untouchable exterior of an Alpha while secretly drowning in my desire for the woman standing before me, and now that the walls were finally cracking, I had absolutely no intention of letting her retreat into her professional shell again."Torin," she murmured, her voice a breathy, trembling sound that barely carried across the quiet space of the room.Before she could utter another syllable of protest or use her bril

Rapheal's POV The sudden, heavy impact of our bodies hitting the floorboards seemed to vibrate through the entire room, the thick rug beneath us doing very little to cushion the brute force of our collision. For a second that felt entirely too long, neither of us moved, our breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as we tried to process the ridiculous tangle of arms and legs we had just become. I could feel the intense, rigid heat of Narek’s chest pressing directly against mine, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm that mirrored the sudden, chaotic spike in my own pulse. His dark eyes were wide with a rare, unfiltered shock, his usual stoic composure entirely shattered by the simple clumsiness of a misplaced foot against a wooden table leg. I looked down at his face, noticing the tiny, sharp line of pain that formed between his thick eyebrows as he tried to shift his weight away from me, his elbow groaning against the floor."Get your heavy frame off me right now, Raphael," Narek mutte

Rapheal's POV The first pale rays of the morning sun slowly filtered through the narrow glass windowpane, casting long streaks of amber light across the tangled mess of dark blankets covering my bed. I blinked heavily against the sudden brightness, the lingering fog of sleep lifting just enough for me to become completely aware of the incredible warmth pressing against my left side. Narek was completely cuddled up in my arms, his usually rigid and intimidating posture entirely relaxed in sleep as his chest rose and fell in a slow, perfectly synchronized rhythm against my ribs. It was a sight that absolutely no one else in the Blood Thorne pack would ever believe, considering his reputation as the most unyielding and stoic Beta we had ever seen, yet here he was, seeking my heat in the quiet safety of the early morning. His thick dark hair was completely disheveled against the white pillow, a few stray strands falling across his forehead, and the sight of him looking so thoroughly undo