All Chapters of To Be Loved By A Dying Moon God: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kaelum“But I don’t think I need to go to the hospital,” Thalia said, her back pressed flat against the passenger seat of the car.“I don’t have my power. Something is wrong with you.”I tightened both hands around the steering wheel, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the road.My heart was beating far too fast.I had committed a taboo with consequences again. And this time, I had no idea what I had damaged.My hand left the wheel for a second, dragging through my hair.Did I push an organ?I pressed harder on the gas.“I think I’m going to die from you speeding before whatever this is kills me.”I didn't answer.If I let my voice betray the panic clawing through me, she would panic too.And if I was panicking, what happened to all of my werewolves?“I never thought I’d see you drive a car,” she said again, forcing a small laugh before her face tightened. “You’re scarily good at human things.”I glanced at her.She had one hand pressed against her abdomen, her fingers curled into the

Kaelum“You are now committed to really being a member of this court,” Malia said as she walked toward her seat.“It’s my birth right” I replied absently. I had nothing more to say to her. My mind was still stuck on the fertility ritual.For months since I got this idea, I had never truly doubted that the ritual would wipe away my infertility curse. I desperately believed it but now, the more I read about it, the more I realized there could be some part that I am choosing to ignore.I had already eliminated the parts that could hinder me. Today was supposed to be the last step.And yet, doubt had started creeping in.I feel like going to the Divine Authority and ask questions, even though I knew I would not get the answers I wanted, I wanted to go ask if I would still get my heir and listen to the comforting silence that comes after or the arguement that they would come up with. Makes everything less intimidating.But I couldn't do that now. Not after what I had done yesterday with T

Kaelum“Your attention-seeking wolf left the house a few hours ago.”Aurora's voice followed me into my study. I barely looked up from the papers on my desk as I settled into my chair.“She did.”“It looked like she was going farther away from here.”“She is.”Aurora stopped a few feet from the desk. “I should have read her thoughts. She seemed like she was being forced.”I finally looked up.“I thought it was a rule not to read the thoughts of wolves outside your territory.”“Except during emergencies.”“Yeah?”“Your wolf is an emergency.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “She is always an emergency.”I smiled.Aurora walked around the desk and leaned against its edge. “So, when are the gods coming over here?” I asked“So you can hide whatever you don't want them to see, like you did the last time?”That got my attention more than I let her see.I leaned back in my chair. “Not really. I'm just going to be away soon.”“Away?”“On a trip.”Her brows pulled together. “To where?”“Person

KaelumI was back on the moon for the first time in a very long time.The irony wasn't lost on me. A Moon God who hadn't paid homage to the moon in years.Most werewolves probably believed we simply controlled it, that we made the moon significant so we could use it as a means of communicating with them.But that was only the beginning.Over time, the gods had evolved to become much closer to the werewolves than they realized.We had even started to possess them for a while so they could learn their lost tradition, allowing them to continue doing what they were supposed to do.The moon had been our earliest form of communication. It was still the thing most closely associated with their culture, but ironically, it had become one of the least used parts of their connection with us.Part of that was because no one performed the deeper rituals anymore. The kind that required the gods and the moon to go beyond the surface of what we had made them represent and actually collide.There was

KaelumBeing kept on the moon was beginning to make my anxiety unbearable.I was barely halfway through the second day of the ritual, and already, I wanted to be back on Earth.The branding was slowly spreading across my arm, forming what would eventually become a full sleeve, and every moment I remained here felt like another moment my kingdom had been left without me.I could hear everyone. That was the worst part.I could hear prayers, arguments, cries for help and the endless noise of wolves doing what wolves had always done.I could even see parts of what was happening below but I couldn't answer properly.I was in the middle of a ritual for myself, one I hadn't expected to take this long, and interrupting it now would be pointless. I had already gambled enough simply by coming here.I wasn't going to abandon it halfway through but still I was watching, checking, waiting for something to go wrong.So far, most things were fine, not perfect.Werewolves were still doing the most we