All Chapters of Cursed By Blood, Claimed By Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: The Shadow Of The Alpha.

Moana’s POV.Marek lifted his chin toward the starlit sky. Then he slowly smoothed the front of his robes, adjusted the iron rings on his fingers, and rested both hands firmly on the carved head of his cane. He stood there for a long moment, letting the silence settle over the clearing as every eye remained fixed on him.Finally, he lowered his gaze to the gathered pack.“By the Old Laws of Blackthorn, let every wolf who believes the blood of a traitor has no place among us raise their hand before the Moon Goddess and bear witness to their judgment.”As he spoke, his eyes moved slowly across the circle, meeting one wolf to another, silently demanding their answers.For a long moment, the clearing remained silent.Then the first hand rose.Another followed. Then another.Soon, hands were rising all around me, one after another, until almost everyone in the circle had raised their hands.Elders and Karls whose floors I had scrubbed. Children and women I had cared for with a genuine smil

Chapter 12: The Ruthless Alpha Returns.

Moana’s POVThe next morning, I woke on my straw bed to the cold dampness of the cellar. My wrists still ached where the silver shackles had bitten into them the night before, and for a long moment I lay there staring at the cracked stone ceiling, wishing everything that had happened had only been a nightmare.But it wasn’t. I could still see the rain-soaked yard from the night before. The hands that had risen against me one after another. The pups and women I had cared for over the years. The Karls whose floors and homes I had scrubbed on my knees. Every one of them had truly chosen to declare me Skóggangr and cast me out of the pack forever.Kaelen’s warriors had come after the crowd dispersed, just as he promised. They unlocked the shackles without saying a word to me, their faces carefully blank, but I caught a glimpse of pity in one of the younger women among them. The way she looked at me made it painfully clear she pitied me.I managed to stumble back to the cellar on legs that

Chapter 13 : The Map Bearer.

Moana’s POV. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at Eldrick.My eyes remained fixed on the wet stone floor while my fingers gripped the brush so tightly they ached. The entire great hall had fallen completely silent. Hundreds of eyes were still on me, but all I could feel was Eldrick standing directly right in front of me.His familiar scent still surrounded me, stirring the strange silver mark hidden beneath my scarf. It pulsed once… then again, sending a gentle warmth through my chest.Please… don’t let him ask about my scarf, I silently begged the Moon Goddess.“Look at me, Drudge,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Why are you interrupting my feast?”The weight of his words stole my voice. I hesitated to speak or even move for a moment before finally lifting my head. His golden eyes pinned me in place. Up close, he looked exhausted, his jaw tight, and for the first time, I noticed a heaviness in his eyes that had nothing to do with me.“Forgive me, Alpha,” I whispered, my thr

Chapter 14: The Iron Eyes

Moana’s POVThe great hall had fallen deathly silent. The crackling torches along the walls, the rustle of fur and cloth, even the sound of wolves breathing faded into nothingness as Eldrick cradled my bruised wrists in his large, calloused hands. Hundreds of eyes followed his every movement, and I could feel every one of them on me.Eldricks thumbs slowly brushed over the angry purple marks left behind by the silver shackles, sending a strange warmth racing through my body. Beneath my scarf, the silver lines hidden on my chest flared to life once again, pulsing gently as though they recognized his touch.My heart pounded so hard I was certain everyone in the great hall could hear it.“What happened to your hands, Moana?” he asked again. His voice was low and calm, yet the quiet authority behind his words sent a chill through the hall.I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. Not here. Not with the entire pack watching, still raw from last night’s near-banishment. If I spoke Mar

CHAPTER 15: THE MAP BEARER’S FEAST

Moana’s POV The silence in the great hall was absolute. Elder Rodrigo’s words still echoed through my mind, heavy with the weight of decades. For the first time in years, my father’s name had been spoken with honor instead of shame. I stood frozen a few paces from Eldrick, my bruised wrists still throbbing as I clutched the forgotten cleaning brush. The soapy puddle around my worn boots had long since gone cold. Eldrick slowly turned his golden gaze toward Marek. The temperature in the hall seemed to drop. When he spoke, his voice cut through the silence like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. “Marek. From this moment until I say otherwise,” Eldrick declared, his voice carrying across the hall with quiet, unquestionable authority,“you are stripped of your position as my special adviser You are also relieved of your duties as spokesman for the Council of Elders.” Collective gasps rippled through the gathered wolves and nobles. Someone near the back knocked a bronze cu

Chapter 16: All Hail the Map Bearer

Moana’s POVI opened my mouth to explain myself, to tell them all this had been a mistake, a stumble of excitement and nothing more. But my voice caught in my throat, swallowed whole by the roar of the hall.“Too late to back out now, little wolf!” the auburn-haired warrior called, laughing as she thumped her own cup against the table.Two fresh horns were slammed down in front of us before I could protest, foam spilling over the rims and pouring onto the wooden table. Asger cracked his knuckles, one at a time, his grin never wavering.“Rules are simple, Map Bearer,” he said, loud enough for the whole hall to hear. “We drink. Whoever stays standing longest wins.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice just for me. “You can still walk away. No shame in it.”Something in his tone told me he meant it kindly. But every eye in the great hall was on me now, and I could feel the weight of all of them pressing down like a physical weight —curiosity, suspicion, and something else I couldn’t qui

Chapter 17 : Must Be Nice

Moana’s POVThe drums kept beating through the great hall, steady and warm like a heartbeat that refused to fade. I moved with Saga through the open space beside the hearth. My feet still stumbled from the ale, but I no longer cared. Every wrong step only made me laugh harder. Saga caught my hand whenever I nearly lost my balance, her bright smile glowing in the firelight. Around us, wolves clapped, stomped their feet, and cheered as the music echoed beneath the timber rafters. For a little while, nothing else seemed to matter.We danced like that for a while, laughing more than either of us managed to keep the rhythm. My head spun pleasantly as the ale warmed every part of my body, and for once I didn’t mind stumbling over my own feet. Saga only laughed, catching my hand before I could fall and spinning me back into the dance. Her bright red braids whipped through the firelight as she turned, and I couldn’t help laughing right along with her.Then, without warning, she slowed. Her sm

Chapter 18 : Shadows Of The Morning.

Moana’s POV. I woke up with a dull headache pounding inside my skull. When I opened my eyes, the straw beneath me scraped against my back, the same as every morning, but today it felt as though someone was beating war drums inside my head. I stayed flat on my back, staring at the low stone ceiling of my cellar. I didn’t even have the strength to sit up yet. Thin morning light slipped through the narrow gap beneath the door, stretching across the stone floor until it reached the side of my bed. My mouth felt dry, and the bitter taste of stale ale and smoke still lingered in my throat.“I hate drinking,” I muttered, my voice rough and thick.Slowly, memories from the feast came drifting back. The roar of the great hall. Carved bull Horns filled with ale we raised high in celebration for me. Wolves chanting my name until it echoed beneath the timber rafters. I closed my eyes again and let those memories settle warmly inside my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been that g

Chapter 19: The War Council

Moana’s POV The heavy doors to the Great Hall groaned as the guards pushed them open. Warm air rolled out to meet me, carrying the lingering scent of stale ale, burning pine, leather, roasted meat, and old timber. My heartbeat quickened as I stepped inside behind them. My boots echoed softly against the polished timber floor, sounding far louder than they should have in the silence. The hall was nothing like it had been the night before. The music was gone. So were the laughter, the dancing, and the endless stream of carved ale horns raised in celebration. The long feast tables had been cleared away, leaving only a broad meeting table standing in the centre of the hall. Pale morning light poured through the high windows, stretching across the wooden floor in long golden beams. The silence somehow felt heavier than all the noise from the feast. My eyes slowly lifted until they settled on the broad meeting table. Several people were already seated around it. I recognized ma

Chapter 20: The First Luna

Moana’s POV When the council meeting finally ended, everyone rose at once to carry out Alpha Eldrick’s orders. The war chiefs strode from the Great Hall, already discussing which warriors would ride north. The elders departed with grim faces, their voices low as they spoke among themselves. Kaelen remained beside Alpha Eldrick while the rest of the hall slowly emptied. I returned to Alpha Eldrick’s study. I couldn’t leave my work unfinished. The bucket and brush still waited where the guards had left them earlier. Dust still clung to the corners of the heavy table and the shelves lined with old scrolls. I finished cleaning in silence, moving the cloth in slow, steady circles while my thoughts remained fixed on everything I had heard during the war council. Three hundred elite warriors. Six thousand rogues. Two nights until we rode north. As I continued working, the world beyond the walls of Night Claw Hold refused to leave my thoughts. I had spent almost my entire life with

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