All Chapters of My Pups’ Blood for His Lover: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rowan's POVThe full moon hung high in the sky, a perfect silver disc.Rowan stood at the center of the altar, overlooking the massive crowd of Alphas below.Red roses and laurel wreaths adorned the altar, and the Black Moon banners snapped in the night wind.The Alphas from all twelve packs were present, their Lunas adorned in their finest gowns, their eyes glinting with envy.Isolde clung to Rowan's arm. Her belly was softly rounded, and she wore the practiced smile of a future Luna."Alpha," she whispered in his ear, "after tonight, the entire werewolf world will know I am your true mate."Rowan leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd.Among all those people, not a single one noticed Willow's absence.Or perhaps, they had all silently agreed to turn a blind eye.That wretched woman, Rowan scoffed inwardly. She had better stay hidden in the altar's side chambers while he announced the scandal with the rogues and her banishment from

Willow's POVThe morning light filtered through the crystalline window frames, landing on my fingertips.The box was still open on my nightstand. Inside, the ring engraved with ancient runes of the Moon Goddess cast a faint silver glow."I will wait for you." I had stared at those words for an entire night."Luna," a handmaiden's voice came from outside the door. "Breakfast is ready. The Alpha requested that you join him at the training grounds after you eat."Even though we had not gone through any formal ceremonies, the people here had already begun calling me Luna. I knew this was Lucian elevating my status, so I did not object."I understand."I closed the box, placing the ring back inside. I thought I understood what he meant, but the time was not right.The training grounds were situated on the shaded side of the Silverpine Mountains, surrounded by frozen waterfalls.Lucian was already waiting for me. He wore a simple set of dark combat armor, his blue crystal longsword still at

Willow's POVThe day after my declaration, Lucian's spies delivered a second letter.It was not a reply from Black Moon, but a gold-sealed summons from the Supreme Werewolf Council.I was standing in the training grounds, having just finished my morning session. When Lucian handed the gold-sealed letter to me, his brow was furrowed."After Rowan sent his ultimatum, the Council could no longer remain silent," he said quietly. "If the North and South go to war, the entire werewolf world could fall into chaos."I opened the letter.The gold-inked handwriting gleamed coldly in the sunlight."The Council?" I sneered. "They ignored Black Moon's affairs for seven years, and now they are so eager to intervene."Lucian placed the gold-sealed parchment back on the table. "Council law dictates that representatives from both sides must attend a summit in neutral territory. Rowan will bring your parents."I looked up."He wants to use your parents against you in front of all the pack leaders," Luci

Isolde's POVIsolde stared at herself in the mirror and let out a scream.A new black vein had appeared at the corner of her left eye.The mark was a thin black line, like a vein of ink drawn beneath her skin."No! No! No!"She frantically clawed at the black line with her nails. But everywhere her nails dragged, she left bleeding scratches."Willow!" she gnashed her teeth. "It's you! This is all your doing!"She turned away from the mirror and stumbled over to the massive jewelry cabinet.There were only a few pieces of jewelry left inside. They were the courting gifts Rowan had given her years ago, the last few treasures she had hoarded, refusing to sell.Trembling, she pulled out every single piece of jewelry.Including her most treasured moonstone pendant."Anya!" she screamed. "Anya, get in here!"Her most loyal personal maid pushed the door open, and upon seeing her face, nearly dropped the tea tray in fright."Take these." Isolde shoved the pile of jewelry into her arms. "All of

Willow's POVWord of the Northern army's advance reached the heart of Black Moon by evening.I rode a massive silver-white wolf, draped in my dark silver combat cloak. At my hip was the Northern blade Lucian had given me.Behind me were five thousand Northern elites. Beside me was Lucian.Rowan was bound in iron chains, dragged behind a chariot. I wanted him to walk every humiliating step into his own territory.The Bloodline Ward of the Black Moon packhouse was the pack's most ancient defense.For seven years, it had recognized Rowan's false Alpha mark.But the moment my silver-white wolf's paws touched the stone path outside the gates, the ward that had held for seven years let out a long, low hum before me."The authentication of the Founding Pact," Lucian said quietly. "The territory is submitting to you."I showed no emotion, simply looking up at the home I had lived in for seven years.Inside the gates, the Black Moon pack members were kneeling on the ground in droves.After Rowa