All Chapters of THE LUNA'S ECLIPSE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VALERIA’S POVAlpha Dimitri was being cautious—too cautious. Every word he spoke, every piece of information he gave me, was measured and calculated. It was clear he wasn’t giving me the full picture, only enough to keep me engaged and answer my immediate questions without revealing too much.The papers and photographs he had handed me earlier were spread across the desk in front of me. Some of them were ancient-looking, with faded text and illustrations, while others were modern notes and diagrams. It was a lot to process, and it took me hours to sift through them. By the time I was halfway through, my head was spinning, and I realized I had barely scratched the surface.Most of what I read was about Moonbound wolves—their history, their supposed powers, and the myths surrounding them. But that was the problem—it was all myths. So much of it was inaccurate, exaggerated, or downright wrong. How they came into being, what their purpose was, even their so-called weaknesses—it didn’t mat

VALERIA’S POVI couldn’t sleep—again. No matter how much I tried to calm my mind, the unease lingered, gnawing at me. The faint scent from earlier still haunted my thoughts, but there was nothing I could do about it now. Instead, I focused on the stack of books Dimitri had given me.I grabbed the one that intrigued me the most, the one about the history of the royals.After all, Dimitri was somewhat obsessed with the royals.But why?I mean I understood why, he clearly wanted to gain the upper hand against the royals and that’s why he was close with them too. I figured that if Dimitri was obsessed with them, then understanding their origins might give me some insight into his plans.At first, it seemed like the typical glorified version of history. Tales of how the royals were powerful, wise, and the ultimate protectors of the supernatural world. But as I read further, I realized the truth was far from noble.The book began with the story of the first Moonbound wolf, born centuries ag

MAGNAR’S POVI watched Valeria storm out of the pack house, her shoulders stiff with tension, her steps quick and purposeful. Something had clearly happened. She looked angry—no, furious. The fire in her eyes was unmistakable, even from a distance. Without thinking, I followed her.At first, I trailed her discreetly, my curiosity outweighing my pride. But after some distance, she suddenly shifted into her wolf form and took off at a speed that caught me completely off guard. She was fast—unnaturally fast. Her wolf was enormous, easily towering over most wolves in our pack. The sight left me momentarily stunned.I tried to keep up but quickly realized there was no way I could match her speed. Instead, I mind-linked my men, ordering them to stay alert. “Don’t let anyone cross the pack boundaries. Valeria’s out running, and I want her safe.”The truth was, I didn’t know why I felt the need to report her movements. But there was something about seeing her like that, so powerful and untame

VALERIA’S POVBreakfast was tense, to say the least. Every step I took into that hall felt heavy, as if the weight of dozens of stares pressed against me. The pack sat scattered at the long wooden tables, the clinking of silverware against plates the only sound as I entered. Conversations faltered, then died entirely.All eyes were on me.Dimitri gestured for me to step forward. His face was calm, unreadable, but his gaze was sharp, pinning me in place. I hesitated for only a moment before walking toward him. My feet carried me automatically to the place beside Gamma, my mind reeling as I realized this spot was reserved for the head warriors.I could feel Magnar watching me from the far end of the table, his expression a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place.Dimitri’s deep voice rang out, commanding attention. “We are all gathered here today because I want to renounce the position of the wolf Valeria from a slave to a wolf. And only when she is ready, she will jo

MAGNAR’S POVSo, it was true.Valeria was the Moon Bound.I watched as she walked out of my father’s office, her posture rigid, her steps determined. There was no hesitation in her stride, no uncertainty. She had made up her mind about something, and whatever it was, it didn’t bode well for me—or for my father.A part of me was relieved that I had been in the right place at the right time, overhearing just enough of their conversation to finally understand the reason behind her transformation. The strength she carried, the power radiating from her—it all made sense now. She wasn’t just some ordinary wolf anymore. She was something far greater.And I had been a fool to reject her.“That’s what I’ve been telling you since that night,” my wolf chimed in, irritation lacing his voice. “But you never listen, do you?”I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong.Now, the real question was—how the hell was I supposed to make things right with her?“She needs space,” my wolf continued.