All Chapters of Rise of the Forbidden Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: The Subterranean Vault

The heavy clang of the rusted iron grate closing above my head sounded like the finality of a prison door snapping shut.Instantly, the world became a sensory vacuum of absolute, suffocating darkness. The screaming wind of the Crystalvale blizzard vanished, replaced by a heavy, terrifying silence broken only by the rhythmic, agonizing drip of freezing water echoing somewhere deep within the stone caverons. The air here was entirely different, it was thick, stale, and bitingly cold, carrying the unmistakable scent of damp earth, ancient stone, and centuries of decay.For a long moment, I stood perfectly still on the narrow stone ledge, my back pressed against the frozen wall of the aqueduct shaft. My lungs expanded in ragged, shaky breaths, coughing slightly as the stagnant air hit my throat.Take a breath, Aria, I commanded myself, channeling every ounce of strategic discipline I possessed. Panicking gets you killed. You are a survivor. You are the fated Luna of this pack, and your ch

Chapter 62: The Antidote

The silence inside my father’s private quarters was broken only by the rhythmic, heavy thumping of my own heartbeat against my ribs. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, my blood-stained fingers trembling violently as I used the pestle to crush the leaves of the Midnight Root in the mortar. The stakes had never been higher, and the three-week clock was loudly ticking inside my head like a death march.According to the ancient texts, the antidote needs to turn a clear amber to indicate it was pure. But as I frantically ground the crystalline petals down, the fluid inside the bowl pooled into a dangerous, murky purple." Work, damn you... please, work," I whispered through gritted teeth, my voice a cracked, desperate prayer as a cold sweat broke out across the nape of my neck.I looked up at my Dad, who was standing like an immovable wall of steel directly in front of the door keeping watch for Julian’s assassins. His broad shoulders squared and his sharp wolf senses on absolute high

Chapter 63: The Ghost of the Citadel

The rough, coarse linen of the palace wine-bearer uniform bit aggressively against the raw cuts on my skin as I stepped out from the hidden stairwell into the corridors of Ethan’s residence. I pulled the hood lower over my face, to cover my silver eyes and my braided hair from anyone passing by who may recognise me. Every muscle in my body tensed and every single breath I drew felt shallow and entirely frozen in my chest.I kept my head down, staring fixedly at the polished stone tiles beneath my slippers as I marched forward, my steps rhythmic and light."Hey, you," a harsh voice suddenly barked out from the left corridor.Fear rooted me to the spot. I stopped dead in my tracks but my composure never wavered as two heavily armed guards stepped directly into my path, completely blocking the corridor leading to Ethan’s private quarters."What's in the flask, girl?" the second guard sneered, his visor tilting downward as he stared at the silver tray in my hands."Spiced elven wine for

Chapter 64: The Return of the King

The silence that followed the kiss was deafening. Time seemed to stop. I pulled back slowly, breath shallow, searching his eyes for any sign that the spell had broken. The frantic hammering in my chest died instantly, replaced by a cold, paralyzing dread. His striking amber eyes remained flat, blank, and devoid of light. There wasn't a single spark of warmth, nor a flash of recognition across his vacant features.Oh my gods, it didn’t work. The voice screamed inside my head, frantic and wild, as my chest tightened in agonizing panic. The antidote failed. The true love's kiss failed. He doesn't know who I am.Dread froze the air in my lungs. I was trapped in a restricted royal wing with my mate who no longer recognizes me. If the curse had rewired his mind, my presence here would be considered trespassing. Ethan would summon his executioners without a second thought, offering my head on a silver platter as a wedding gift to Isolde.Desperate to protect my unborn children, I scramble

Chapter 65: Home in Your Arms (Ethan’s POV)

The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber slammed shut behind the guards, cutting off the final, desperate wails of the scoundrels, Isolde and Julian, as they were violently dragged out into the freezing wilderness. Ragged, desperate breaths racked my chest, torching my lungs as a wave of pure panic gripped me.What if this is all a dream and she isn't really here? What if I blink twice, and the magic snaps back, and the memories of Aria evaporates into the thin midnight air?Cold sweat broke out across my neck. If the memory erase poison had permanently re-wired my mind, my memory could fail me again. A sudden surge of panic and longing drove me into a full, uncoordinated sprint down the citadel's grand stone corridors. I ignored the guards bowing in reverence as I flew past. Bounding up the spiral staircase two steps at a time, my heavy leather boots beat against the stone like cannon fire as I raced toward my master bedroom suite to see Aria.For three long, torturous weeks

Chapter 66: The Vow of Light (Aria’s POV)

I stood still by the velvet-draped windows of the room, watching Ethan as he removed the arrow lodged in the bedpost. The initial joy of our reunion had instantly vanished from his features, replaced by a terrifying stillness. He was completely lost in thought, his face pale under the dim candlelight of the room as he stared down at the small parchment paper in his hands, his knuckles turning entirely white around the edges of the red ribbon. The room was thick with a sudden, suffocating dread, and the absolute silence felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest."Ethan?" My voice cut through the silence, cracking with a sharp wave of anxiety.Ethan flinched slightly, his rugged jaw tightening into a rigid line as he quickly tried to hide the crumpled paper in his hands. I walked over to him from the stone hearth. I looked at the shattered glass scattered across the rugs, and then my gaze locked onto the arrow hole split into the mahogany bedpost."What happened?" I asked qu

Chapter 67: The Assembly of Wolves

The first light of dawn bled through the shattered window pane, casting cold, fractured shadows across the mahogany desk. Beside the pool of gray light, the arrow sat like a corpse on display.I stood over it, the heavy silk of my nightgown offering little protection against the morning chill as Ethan ran a calloused thumb along the shaft."The fletching is made from the feathers of a northern tundra hawk," Ethan muttered, his jaw tightening as he looked up at me. "This wasn't shot by a random rogue, Aria. This arrow belongs to the personal armory of the Northern Border Guard."I stepped closer, the cold stone floor biting into the soles of my bare feet as I reached out to take the weapon from Ethan's grip. The iron tip felt unnaturally heavy, the metal had been built for lethal penetration rather than show.Turning the shaft over in my fingers, I focused on the base of the hawk feather fletching. There, etched directly into the dark wood, was a faint, pressed mark, the double-crescen

Chapter 68: The First Sunrise

By mid-morning, the Lycan Citadel had transformed into a beautiful nightmare of chaotic opulence. The grand halls buzzed with the frantic energy of a hundred servants dragging heavy velvet banners, polishing the crystal chandeliers, and arranging overflowing baskets of winter lilies. But beneath the bright, festive surface, the air was thick with a quiet desperation."Stand perfectly still, please, Your Grace," the head dressmaker murmured, her trembling hands fumbling with a strip of measuring silk.I stood elevated on the mahogany pedestal in the center of the royal solar, draped in yards of unspun white satin that cascaded around my feet. I kept my chin held high, my posture projecting the absolute serenity expected of a future queen. Yet, as the dressmaker pinned the fabric around the distinct, beautifully round swell of my stomach, my silver eyes never stopped scanning the room. My heightened senses were locked onto every shadow, every heartbeat, and every whisper echoing down t

Chapter 69: The Eve of the Wedding

The air inside the subterranean vault was thick with the suffocating stench of copper and sweat. Ethan held the lantern high, its flickering amber flame cutting through the pitch-black darkness to reveal the aftermath of our counter-strike.The mechanism of the trap had been triggered.A soldier clad in the dark leather of the Northern Guard had slumped lifelessly against the base of the marble pedestal. His eyes were wide with a glazed, frozen terror, his limbs completely locked in place by the silver-infused toxin of our trap. But as my eyes scanned the scene, a cold dread knotted in my stomach.The artifact’s replica was gone."Look," Ethan whispered, his deep voice slicing through the tomb-like silence as he lowered the lantern to the stone floor.A thick, dark trail of blood smeared across the dust, leading away from the pedestal and disappearing straight into the shadows of the deeper catacombs. The snare had snapped tight, but the thief hadn't been alone."The toxin paralyzed t

Chapter 70: The Blood-Moon Wedding

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were thrown wide, and a wall of deafening brass horns shattered the tense silence of the corridor.Hand in hand, Ethan and I stepped across the threshold and into the grand cathedral. Thousands of Crystalvale citizens packed the towering stone galleries, their roaring cheers echoing off the vaulted ceilings like thunder. To them, we were their destiny realized, an Alpha and his fated mate walking But as my satin skirts swept the aisle, my silver eyes locked onto the altar ahead.The air was thick with the scent of lilies and burning incense, but beneath the perfume, a dark, corrosive heat bled up through the floorboards. The protective silver wards of the sanctuary were dying, turning a foul, invisible black. At the foot of the altar stood Thomas and Elder Michael, their faces masked in hollow, reverent smiles. They thought they had successfully blindfolded us.My lips curved into a sharp, beautiful smile as my fingers tightened against Ethan's ir

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