All Chapters of The Demoted Luna : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Darien's POV The heavy evening rain poured down relentlessly through the thick canopy of the northern ridge, mixing with the dark crimson fluids that covered my leather armor and ran down my trembling arms. I sighed frustratedly in the middle of the dark forest, my boots sinking deep into the freezing mud as I leaned heavily against a rotting cedar trunk to catch my breath. My body was completely drenched in blood, most of it belonging to the nameless attackers we had slain over the last twelve hours, but a growing portion of it seeped from my own shallow cuts. The thirty elite warriors standing behind me were all thoroughly exhausted and drained out, their shoulders slouched low and their weapons drooping toward the wet earth in absolute defeat.One of the senior warriors, a battle-hardened sentinel named Caleb, marched forward to my position with a deep frown etched into his scarred face. He wiped a mixture of rainwater and sweat from his eyes, his chest rising and falling in rapid,

Rapheal's POV I stared at the mountain of yellowed scrolls scattered across the rotting wooden floorboards of the old cabin, the ancient ink blurring together under the pale morning light that filtered through the broken shutters. It had been over five days now since I had made this damp, drafty structure my temporary home, and the sheer volume of historical records I had digested was beginning to make my head throb with an intense, quiet agony. I had intentionally cut off all of my internal communication links with the pack from the very first hour, completely severing my mindlink so I would not accidentally endanger Narek or Torin if the hidden conspirators were actively tracking our mental frequencies.I often went out at the dead of night to hunt wild game in the deep, unmonitored ravines of the neutral zone, running silently beneath the shadows of the giant pines so I could find enough fresh food to sustain my weakened body while my shoulder wound slowly closed. I rubbed my sore

Third person pov The heavy silence inside the subterranean cavern was thick with anticipation as the secret assembly of cloaked alphas sat around the massive obsidian table, their eyes fixed on the arched stone entranceway. The flickering torchlight cast long, monstrous shadows across the damp walls, mirroring the dark thoughts of the men who had risked their entire territories to align with a ghost. They had been waiting for over an hour for the mysterious third triplet to make his appearance, their bodies shifting uncomfortably beneath their heavy dark robes as the cold air from the lower tunnels began to chill the room. The sudden, distinct sound of heavy leather boots echoing through the vaulted corridor made every single leader stand up instantly to welcome the terrifying master of the Dark Crest Moon pack.Damien stepped into the brightly lit chamber with a slow, deliberate grace that immediately commanded absolute authority, a faint, humorless smile playing on his sharp featur

Chapter 1 "Leo, do you take Alexa to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"The priest’s voice echoed through the grand cathedral, heavy with solemn expectation. Before Leo could part his lips to answer, a sharp, upbeat ringtone pierced the sacred silence. A collective, synchronized groan rippled through the hundreds of guests seated in the pews."Oh, sweet Jesus, not again," someone whispered loudly from the third row."Is this really happening on the actual wedding day?" another guest snickered, nudging her husband.My heart dropped straight into my stomach, a familiar, icy dread freezing my blood. I stared at the tux-clad man in front of me, my fingers tightening around my bridal bouquet until my knuckles turned white."Leo, please," I muttered under my breath, my eyes pleading desperately. "Just drop the phone. Ignore it for once."Leo didn't even look at me as his hand slid into his jacket po

Darien's POV The heavy evening rain poured down relentlessly through the thick canopy of the northern ridge, mixing with the dark crimson fluids that covered my leather armor and ran down my trembling arms. I sighed frustratedly in the middle of the dark forest, my boots sinking deep into the freezing mud as I leaned heavily against a rotting cedar trunk to catch my breath. My body was completely drenched in blood, most of it belonging to the nameless attackers we had slain over the last twelve hours, but a growing portion of it seeped from my own deep cuts. The thirty elite warriors standing behind me were all thoroughly exhausted and drained out, their shoulders slouched low and their weapons drooping toward the wet earth in absolute defeat.One of the senior warriors, a battle-hardened sentinel named Caleb, marched forward to my position with a deep frown etched into his scarred face. He wiped a mixture of rainwater and sweat from his eyes, his chest rising and falling in rapid, sh