Novelas y relatos de Blood On The Moon Betrayal

If I told them. If I told Barzil that the only way to fix the moon was to sacrifice her, he would burn the world himself to stop it. If I told Viggo, he would tear the prophecy apart with his teeth. They would choose her over existence. And in doing so, they would trigger the first vision. They would make her the Devourer. I swallowed the truth. It tasted like ash and betrayal. Bitter. Dry. "The Moon," I rasped. Wiping blood from my nose. "I saw the Blood Moon. It is rising early."

Aurora latched on eagerly, sucking with slow, deep pulls that sent sparks of pleasure through Sophia’s body. “Let them come,” Sophia murmured, voice low and dark. “We’ll give them exactly what they think they want.” The ritual “Seeds of Betrayal” began under the blood moon. Over 68 million viewers flooded the encrypted global stream. The sanctuary was packed — nearly one hundred and twenty bodies from the merged bloodlines. The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm milk, sweat, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition and distrust.

She wanted to hunt and worst of all , she wanted him. Then I remembered the full moon nights with Kael during my old life. The way he had claimed me under its light, knotting me deep while promising forever. The joy of feeling our child kick inside me beneath that same silver glow. Then the final full moon , the one where everything ended in blood and betrayal on cold marble. I gripped the vanity, claws digging into wood. The grief was still sharp, but it no longer broke me. It fueled me. “Never again,” I whispered fiercely to my reflection. “This moon will not be my end. It will be their beginning of ruin.”

"In the presence of the moon goddess and all of us gathered here in witness, Tania Anne Montrell is now the Luna of the Blood moon pack." The crowd erupted in an applause. I knew that it was fake as they didn't want to displease their Alpha, but I didn't care at all. The only person I cared to look at for longer than a moment was Beta Gerald. If I was not mistaking, that was tears pooling in his eyes. He blinked quickly, before turning away to leave. I felt something strange within me- maybe guilt, but why should I feel guilty? He knew the kind of person I was, he knew what he was getting himself into by getting with me. This was not my fault, it's his, his mistake was falling for me.

Turning to look at them, I decide I have some questions. “Why?” I frown when they all frown at me. “Why now? Why betray him for us?” I have a lot more, but I have to take it one step at a time. They explain that since I left, Eli has become unreasonable. He moved his mistress back in as we suspected, and the pack didn’t like that. “Don’t lie to me!” I growl, feeling furious. “All of you knew about her the entire time.” “Yes, but she wasn’t the Luna. She still isn’t, but she acts like it.” Bernard steps forward. He was one of the gamma guards. Probably still is, and now he doesn’t like taking orders from someone who doesn’t officially have the rank.

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.

"After we've dealt with whatever the blood moon brings. I'm marking you. Making you mine in front of everyone. No more waiting, no more delays." "Promise?" I asked. "I swear it," he said. "By the moon goddess herself, I swear I'm making you my mate tonight." And looking into his silver eyes, feeling the truth of his words through our bond, I believed him. Tonight, one way or another, everything would change. The blood moon was rising. And I was ready to face whatever it brought. With my mate beside me. Where I belonged.

The Bloodmoon, swollen and heavy, crowned the sky like an ember of fate. Maxim descended the terrace steps, Zara beside him. The crowd parted in silence. No one bowed. No one knelt. They simply watched, eyes reflecting the silver of the moon. It was not submission he felt pressing against his skin; it was recognition. Every step carried the weight of those who had bled for this night—Victor’s betrayal, Ruby’s flames, the Hollow’s shadow. Every heartbeat reminded him of the cost.