All Chapters of The Luna of Death: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nikita's POVFor the first time in as long as I could remember, I slept without nightmares.The silence of the night had wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing the ache in my mind and allowing me a brief, fragile peace. But as the first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, it brought with it the familiar weight of responsibility. My mind stirred, and the moment I opened my eyes, reality hit. The weight of my curse, of the lives I had taken, of the walls I had built, settled back into my bones, pushing away the calm of sleep.I swung my legs off the bed, feeling the cold stone beneath my feet. The world outside was still as if holding its breath, and I felt it, too. My heart was still racing from the night; I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection, watching as the morning light caught the dark circles under my eyes. I looked at the face staring back at me.I had spent my entire life surrounded by wolves—by power, by strength—but today, I realised that d

Nikita's POVI scrambled to my feet, my breath coming in frantic gasps. Every ounce of panic within me screamed to go to him, to make sure he was okay, but a deeper, darker part of me hesitated. I had touched him. I had just killed him, hadn't I? Every touch, every contact, ended in death. It always did and always will.The thought of the consequences twisted in my gut. It wasn’t just about this moment—it wasn’t just about the war that would erupt between our packs if he were dead. No. This felt like something more. Something deeper. It wasn’t fear of war; war was something I could handle, something I was used to; it was something I couldn’t name. Why did I care so much? Why did it matter to me?I stood over him, my legs trembling, the weight of the curse squeezing down on me with every passing second. His body lay still, too still. I didn't know why I was even thinking about checking for a pulse—there was no point. He was already gone, wasn’t he?But then, he moved.A low chuckle ech

Rykor's POVIt had been over a week since I last saw Nikita, and the absence of her—of the strange connection we had—was slowly driving me insane. Every day felt like an eternity, every moment consumed by thoughts of her. The memory of that one touch, the sensation of her skin against mine, haunted my every waking minute. She was in my dreams, in my mind, in everything. It wasn’t just the curiosity about her curse anymore. It was something deeper. Something I couldn’t shake, something that consumed me.I had tried to give her space. She needed it. I knew that. But with every passing day, I felt like I was unraveling, my thoughts clouded by the ache to see her again. I couldn’t explain it—didn’t even want to try—but all I knew was that being apart from her was torture.Thorne had been different, too, ever since our conversation. He hadn’t been the same. Some of the other pack members were acting strangely too, their wariness obvious, their loyalty fractured. I could feel the tension bui

Nikita's POVI looked at Rykor, his steady gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, everything around us seemed to disappear. There was so much I wanted to say, but the words were stuck in my throat. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst out. I wanted to let him in, to let him help me. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it—not in a way that felt like it would make sense.I’d spent my entire life pushing people away, building walls higher than anyone could ever see. Letting someone in, letting them see the real me—the monster—felt wrong. But deep down, I knew what I needed. I needed him. Needed help. I just couldn’t admit it.“Okay,” I said, barely above a whisper.I hoped he understood. I hoped that simple word would be enough to show him that I wanted more than just his pity. That I was finally ready to stop pretending.A smile spread across Rykor’s face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that mocked me or felt like pity. It was real, warm, like he was actually happy I had sai

Nikita's POVI had spent hours alone in my room, my mind spinning with indecision. I couldn’t focus. My wolf and my heart were so drawn to Rykor that it felt impossible to think clearly. Every part of me wanted him, needed him. But the truth was, I couldn’t have him. It was a cruel joke, one that the moon goddess had decided to play on me. My curse was killing me slowly but surely, and with every passing moment, I felt like I was running out of time.Iian had left hours ago, leaving me with nothing but my own thoughts. And all I could think about was Rykor. Sometimes, those thoughts were inappropriate. I would imagine him standing in front of me, half-naked, his chest ripped with muscles, his hair messy and wild. The thought excited me more than I cared to admit. I even pictured myself touching him, kissing him. It was like a forbidden dream, one I couldn’t escape.But as much as the thoughts excited me, they also caused me pain. Because I knew those things could never happen. I could