All Chapters of The THORN LUNA: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emily's POV Jacob’s fists clenched at his sides. “You can’t make me—”But his voice cut off as Fayne’s shadows rose from the floor, curling around his throat like smoke.“Apologize,” Fayne repeated, voice like a demon’s whisper.Jacob choked, eyes wide. Then slowly, painfully, he looked at me.“I’m... sorry,” he said, his voice tight, ragged. “Emily... I was wrong.”The words hit me like a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream.Jacob dropped his gaze.Fayne lowered his hand, and the shadows receded.Jacob collapsed fully to the floor, trembling, humiliated.Fayne turned to me, his expression softening.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded slowly, still shaking. “I think so.”“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.”“No,” I said. “I'll take care of things around here. You should go.”Fayne gave me a look and then he said, “Fine. But right now, I currently have Jacob under control. That should buy you time to take the pack for yourself.”I breathed deeply. “

Emily's POV I sat at the far corner of the council room, quiet but watchful. The long stone table in front of me was lined with Galahad’s oldest wolves—gray-haired, sharp-eyed, and set in their ways. Their voices echoed through the high chamber like growls trapped between pride and paranoia.I didn’t belong here. Not by their standards.And yet here I was, seated at a table meant for leaders.“Where is Alpha Jacob?” one of them finally asked, his voice brittle like old bark.Every gaze turned to me.I folded my hands on the table and gave a polite, neutral smile.“He’s unwell,” I said calmly. “Very sick, actually. He asked me to attend in his place until he’s recovered.”The room shifted. Some council members raised their brows. Others exchanged knowing looks. But no one outright challenged me. Not yet.“Hmm,” muttered Elder Marreck, leaning back in his chair. “He must trust you deeply.”“He does,” I said.And he doesn’t even know it.Another elder spoke up. “We’ve had word from the

Emily’s POV My footsteps echoed through the clinic’s polished hallway as I walked away from Esther’s room, but her voice still rang in my ears. The venom in her words. She really believed she could bring me down. No.I wasn’t going to let anyone take what I had built. Not her. Not anyone.I took a sharp turn down the hallway and headed straight for Fayne’s quarters.His room was tucked away in the east wing of the estate, shrouded in shadows and quiet. I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and found him where I expected—lounging near the fireplace, a glass of something dark in one hand, that familiar lazy smirk on his lips like he knew everything that had just happened.He looked up at me, eyes glinting. “Let me guess. You met with Jacob's lover.”“How did you know?”Fayne smirked, then I continued, “She's just like a snake. I muttered, closing the door behind me. “Manipulative, insecure, desperate.”Fayne chuckled. “She’s nothing. But you… you’re coming into your own.”H

Emily’s POV I stood in the silence, watching Jacob’s body collapse completely onto the cold wooden floor. His hand, once strong and commanding, now lay limp, bloodied ink smudging the final words of his last letter. It was over. Every breath he’d taken had built the kingdom he’d never imagined losing—not like this. Not to me. I should’ve felt something, maybe a flicker of guilt, some hint of loss for the man who once trained me, who once called me family. But no. All I felt was satisfaction. The weight of Galahad Pack was now mine. I had taken it—no, earned it—with precision. With planning. With poison. And then, just as I was about to leave, the door creaked. It was soft. Subtle. A breath of wind or a warning. Then she stepped in. Esther. Jacob’s lover. Her eyes found him instantly. Her steps faltered. I saw her go still, her mind unable to process what she was seeing—the man she loved lying in a pool of his own blood, lifeless, pale. Her knees buckled, and she

Emily's POV I didn’t knock. I didn’t need to. The halls of Galahad were quiet, the moon casting a silver sheen on the stone floors as I made my way to the east wing—his wing.Fayne’s door loomed before me, tall and dark like him. I placed my hand on the wood, felt the quiet thrum of power behind it, and then I pushed it open.He was there, as I expected, standing shirtless by the open window, moonlight kissing the planes of his back. He turned when he heard the door creak, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took me in.“Emily,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Why are you in my room?”I stepped inside slowly, letting the door shut behind me with a soft click. I didn’t answer right away. I let my eyes drift across the space—his space. Dark linens, weapons mounted on the walls, a subtle scent of cedar and steel. It was all so *him*.“I don’t think you understand,” I said, my voice calm, confident. “This room doesn’t belong to you anymore.”He blinked once, slow and unreadable. “Excuse me?