All Chapters of The Tribute Luna: A Year with the Enemy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51: Fairy and War Goddess

StellanSkoll was urging me to go comfort Leona, but I stood rooted to the spot, looking at Sybilla's bright eyes and radiant smile."Did you miss me?" she whispered, pecking my lips and fisting my shirt. "My studies finished early, so I came back to you — finally, to become yours."I sighed. I'd dreamed of this moment a million times. The love of my life, returning, folding into my arms. According to the script, I was supposed to spin her around now, or kiss her breathless, or make some beautiful speech about eternal love and the future we'd build.Instead I just stood there like an idiot, completely numb. And that was when I stopped being able to lie to myself and had to face the bitter truth — my love for Sybilla was gone. It had died quietly somewhere in the last few months, in a bed that smelled of another woman, and this morning I'd finally said the words out loud into Leona's hair. I love you. I'd meant them with everything I had. But my obligation to Sybilla hadn't died with t

Chapter 52: To Friendship

Leona I sat on the bed in the guest room, glancing at my luggage, standing neatly against the wall. There was no point unpacking — I'd have to leave soon anyway. The scent of cleaning detergent mixed with the fresh lilies by the bed filled the room. But the one scent that could have soothed my aching nerves was missing — Stellan's. I hated that I craved him. Even with Erik I'd always stood on my own two feet, but with Stellan I'd lowered my guard and leaned on him, and now I felt like I was falling — deep, hard — and not into an abyss of betrayal this time, but into a trap set by my own stupidity. And yet, the only thing I yearned for now was the warmth of his touch. "Go to him. Tell him how much you love him. Fight for him," Alma pleaded. "There's no point fighting when the battle was lost from the very beginning. I always knew Sybilla would come back. This whole thing with Stellan was just convenience — a perfectly staged Luna story, propped up by good sex and mutual understan

Chapter 53: A Heart Chooses Better Than Fate

Leona"Leona, I may look naive, but I'm not. I can see exactly how Stellan looks at you, and how you look at him — even though you both try so desperately to hide it. Even behind your composed mask, I saw the way your hand trembled when he covered it with his. The pain in your eyes while you forced those fake smiles. I know everything."I set my glass down slowly. If she wanted a confession, she'd be waiting a long time. "And what exactly do you want me to do with that?""Nothing. I'm not accusing you." Sybilla sipped her wine, unbothered by the ice in my voice. "I dreamed about the day I'd see Stellan again. How ecstatic he'd be. The moment he'd drop to one knee and propose. I imagined it countless times — walking down the aisle in a pearl-white gown, Stellan waiting there with the face of the happiest man alive. But dreams and reality aren't the same. I came home only to find my place already taken, my man already standing beside another woman.""Then say what you came to say," I cu

Chapter 54: Nobody Decides My Ending but Me

LeonaThe door opened and Stellan entered without knocking. His face was pale as a sheet, his eyes darting between me and Sybilla — the two of us casually clutching wine glasses like old friends."Care to join us?" Sybilla said, raising hers."I definitely need something stronger than that," he mumbled, lowering himself into the armchair.Was he this worked up over the whole situation of me leaving? I hated seeing him miserable — and yet, somewhere deep inside, a flicker of satisfaction ignited. He cared. He loved me.I poured him a glass of whisky, and he downed almost all of it in one go."Stellan, there's something I have to tell you," Sybilla began."And there's something I need to tell both of you," he replied, his tone making it clear nothing good was coming. "But go ahead first, Sybilla.""I've decided to release you from your promise to mate me. I do love you — but I won't stand between you and Leona. And frankly, I see myself as a witch, not a Luna. Maybe it was fate that pul

Chapter 55: The Dawn Bride

StellanSunlight streamed into the room. Leona was still asleep, her hand resting possessively on my abs as if to declare ownership, and I smiled.Yesterday, once we'd finally hatched a plan and Sybilla had left, we made love. And it was an out-of-this-world feeling — even though we'd done it countless times before, it had never felt so good. For the first time, there were no regrets. No guilt. No clock counting down over the bed. I could be with Leona openly, and I lay there a moment longer than I should have, just watching her breathe, letting myself have it — this ordinary, impossible thing, a morning that belonged to us.Skoll purred like a docile, fluffy cat, and I suppressed a chuckle. Though honestly, it wasn't time to laugh yet — we still didn't know if our plan would hold. Everything rested on Sybilla. She'd slipped away before dawn to do the one thing none of us could: reach what Rebecca had hidden by means the rest of us simply didn't possess. All I had to do was keep the p

Chapter 56: He Chose Me

Leona"Rebecca, that won't be necessary," Stellan said sternly, then looked out at the crowd. "There is one mistake I made seven months ago. And now it's time to correct it."His expression was unreadable, and the audience gasped, utterly confused.I watched Stellan's eyes sweep through the hall, searching for Sybilla — and his face darkened."Leona. Come to the stage. What has to be done needs to be done. No time to waste." Each of his words landed like a slap.So this was it. We'd agreed he couldn't let the contract go public — that it would destroy all of us — and that if Sybilla failed, we'd fall back on plan B: rejection. But even knowing that, I'd still nursed a fragile hope that in the end he'd choose me. Over the pack. Over the crown. Neither of us would rule anything after a humiliation like this, but we could still be together, even stripped of our titles. Our love just wasn't enough against power.I exhaled and began to climb the stage, my chin high. I would not let myself

Chapter 57: A Winning Card

RoseI clenched my fists, digging my nails so deep they drew blood, biting my lip to keep from screaming. Again — again — that bitch Leona had come out of the trap victorious. Rebecca had her cornered; she'd stolen some contract proving Leona and Alpha Stellan's relationship was fake. I'd been waiting for the day I'd hear that Leona had crawled out of North Storm, humiliated and completely ruined. Instead, my cousin brought sad news: somehow Leona had been marked by her king and raised higher than ever.It made my blood boil. The veins at my temples pulsed, my vision blurring with fury. I closed my eyes, forced my breath to steady, and wiped the blood from my lip and palm with a white handkerchief.My hand slid to my still-flat belly — not with tenderness, but with the quiet satisfaction of a gambler covering her winning card. This was my guarantee. Erik could mourn Leona all he liked; no Alpha in the North could refuse to make the mother of his heir his Luna. The pup was the one chip

Chapter 58: The Night I'd Mark Him

Leona Watching the fire devour the pages of the contract was incredibly satisfying. "Now, the bright future ahead. I'm looking forward to Emiliya's mating ceremony — and to a litter of our own pups," Stellan laughed, hugging me from behind. Ah, Emiliya's ceremony — postponed several months because she wanted her art professor there, and he'd been overseas until next month. But the mention of pups caught me off guard. We'd never talked about them before. "Do you want pups?" I asked, hiding how emotional I'd suddenly become. "Of course I want pups with you, my love," he whispered, kissing my hair. "But only if you want them too. I can wait as long as it takes for you to be ready." I didn't answer right away. The truth was, the question undid something in me. I'd been a child no one wanted — a daughter my stepmother tolerated and my father forgot, raised on the understanding that love had to be earned and never quite could be. For most of my life, the idea of a family of my own ha

Chapter 59: The Silence Where She Was

Stellan I still couldn't fathom how Leona had the power to surprise me more and more. Every time I thought I knew her completely, she went further. She kept me on my toes — thrilled, always wanting more, and not only in the bedroom. Right now I was sprawled across the bed, still boneless from release and already hard again, feeling her desire and happiness rolling to me through the bond. But it was never just sex with her. Tonight she would mark me, sealing the bond fully — and nothing would ever come between us again. I pictured her padding barefoot in her silk gown, humming under her breath the way she always did when she was in an exceptionally good mood. Since I'd marked her, her joy poured down the bond, and it undid me completely. Any minute now she'd push open the door with that sly, seductive smile, carrying whatever she'd found to spice things up — as if she weren't already the hottest thing I'd ever known. Then a wave of confusion, followed by a blast of raw fear,

Chapter 60: What Have I Done

Stellan Brian was still combing North Storm for any sliver of evidence when I entered Erik's packhouse. The Alpha, the Luna, their good-for-nothing son, and their Betas were already in the lobby, greeting me with a bow as protocol required. I could see how rigid Erik was, how much effort it cost him to hold a mask of politeness on his face. "Your Majesty," Alpha Caleb said, "we're flattered by your visit. But might you tell us what's so urgent that it brings you here in the middle of the night?" "My queen is missing. I'd say that's a good enough reason." I answered the Alpha, but my eyes stayed on Erik, waiting for anything to slip. His eyes widened; he sucked in a frantic breath. Somewhere behind my ribs, that dead, silent place where Leona used to hum ached like a fresh wound — every second I spent reading Erik's face was a second she spent Goddess-knew-where, drugged and alone. Was he afraid I'd expose the truth or simply be afraid for her? I had no patience left to guess polit

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