All Chapters of To Be Loved By A Dying Moon God: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ThaliaI honestly still did not understand why I was sad. I had prayed for this, prayed for the Moon God to come and be my knight in shining armor. I had just forgotten he would not come exactly the way I wanted. He was one of the greatest, and I should have known he came with full force. Careful what you wish for, right? If he heard my prayer, then he must have heard the part where I said I would give up my freedom. Was this what he was doing to me? Was there anything that got past him, especially the things that put me in the wrong?I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. It’s been three days. Three whole days of lying in this bed, three days of mourning the version of Dylan I would have loved to survive. The room had been silent the entire time. No birds, no bugs, no thunder, no lightning, nothing. Just me crying because someone died. Someone who abused me.My throat tightened, and I pressed the heel of my palm against my eyes. I mourned the part of him that could have r

ThaliaI had never been so embarrassed in my life, and I had been embarrassed more times than most werewolves ever would be.The entire walk toward the annex felt unreal. Master followed behind me, and I could not tell whether I was walking or floating.The sound of my own heartbeat filled my ears, and every step seemed louder than it should have been.And his eyes, I wished I could stop thinking about them.The moment he had looked at me by the lake, something had happened. Something I did not understand or know how to control.I felt exposed, seen, and caught. Yet somehow, I also felt safe and comfortable. Like, I could stay trapped inside that feeling forever.Maybe it was because he was all-knowing. Maybe it was because he was a god. Or maybe I was simply losing my mind.I had spent the entire walk trying not to think. Trying not to imagine. Trying not to remember the way he had looked at me.And I'm failing miserably.I opened the door to the annex.When I glanced back, Master was

ThaliaThe gods really did have a sense of humor."When am I getting out?" I asked.No answer came.Only a faint sound.Not words. Movement.A rustle somewhere beyond the walls of this strange prison.The sound shouldn't have interested me, but it did. It felt wrong somehow, as though I had stumbled into a moment never meant for mortal ears. A fragment of a god's private existence.Then another voice spoke.A woman.The sound hit me so suddenly that I froze.For one impossible moment, I forgot where I was.Forgot myself.Her voice didn't sound beautiful.Beautiful wasn't enough.It flowed through the air like something alive, like music stripped of melody and reduced to perfection itself. Every syllable carried a rhythm that made my chest tighten.I thought I could listen to her speak forever.Then I heard what she said."That's your follower, and you, as a god, are sleeping with her?"The spell shattered.My brows drew together.Who is she?More importantly—Who talked to him like tha

"Gather everything you own." She frowned. "You'll be staying here from now on.""That would only make the rumors—" The words in her mouth died the instant our eyes met. Whatever she saw on my face erased the protest before it could finish forming. "I'll... go get my things."She hurried out.The moment the door closed behind her, I turned toward the corridor."Aelar." The name echoed through the house. I know he heard me wherever he was, so I dropped my command."Recall everyone immediately. We have a betrayal among us."Without waiting for a response, I opened the front door, and light, blinding, endless light, formed around me.The doorway no longer led to my room. It had followed my thought and intention and brought me to the Divine Authority's domain.The realm of the gods.A familiar sigh drifted toward me.The Authority already understood why I had come but still wanted me to speak, so I wasted no time."Malia convinced one of my own strays to betray me," I said. "She believed I

KaelumThalia crossed the entrance of my estate with the easy confidence of someone convinced she had found refuge beneath a god.If only that were still true.She climbed the staircase without hesitation, one hand wrapped around the strap of her bag, her heartbeat slow, steady... peaceful.I listened to every heartbeat, every quiet assurance she felt that she was safe with me.The irony almost amused me.She trusted the one god who had spent the last hour wondering whether she should exist.“What exactly are you?”The question no longer carried curiosity. It carried consequences.The Divine Authority had answered every question except the one that mattered. They had hidden behind riddles and half-truths, and somehow expected me to continue pretending this girl was merely another stray.She wasn't. She had never been.She had been born beyond my authority.For two thousand years, every law of existence had bent beneath my command, I always find a way around everything except this one.