All Chapters of THE LUNA'S ECLIPSE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Time had passed, and with it, my abilities had grown stronger—more controlled. I could now project multiple powers at once, something I never thought possible when I first began training with Yuvonne.I had been reluctant at first, resistant to her teachings, but I couldn’t deny it anymore—her guidance had helped me more than I was willing to admit.And now, it was time for the next step.I kept Elijah updated about everything, our communication careful and calculated. He was ready to penetrate the pack.It was necessary.I couldn't keep up this double life—training under Dimitri’s ever-watchful eyes while secretly working to turn the pack members against him. The process was slow, delicate. I needed help. I needed Elijah inside the pack, and for that, we needed a plan.One that would make Dimitri trust him.A full moon night was approaching, and I had considered simply proposing the idea to Dimitri—that Elijah and his people could be useful to the pack. But that was too risky. Dimitr

VALERIA’S POVThe plan was working.Dimitri was loosening up around me, slowly but surely. He had even started asking for my help in small matters, seeking my input as if my presence had finally become something more than a nuisance to him. It was a small shift, but a crucial one. The more comfortable he became with me, the less he would suspect.Meanwhile, Elijah and his pack were making steady progress. They moved carefully, strategically weaving themselves into the fabric of the pack, planting seeds of doubt in the minds of its members. Whispered words here, lingering conversations there—doubts grew like vines, creeping and twisting, ready to strangle the foundation of Dimitri’s rule.Everything was going as planned.I met with Elijah and the others regularly, making it seem as if our friendship was forming naturally over time. It had to look effortless, unplanned. I kept my interactions light and casual in public, exchanging laughter, sharing brief conversations, pretending as if

MAGNAR’S POVAs I watched her walk away, my fists clenched at my sides. She didn’t even spare me a second glance. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, growling at the distance she kept putting between us. It was infuriating. I shouldn’t care, I told myself. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself of that, I did.I could feel the weight of my friends’ stares as they stood beside me. They had seen everything—the way she spoke to me, the way she dismissed me as if I was nothing. They could sense my frustration, and I hated that they could.“Magnar, just ignore her, man,” Bernard finally said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Just because she’s not a slave anymore doesn’t mean she’s above us. We can teach her a lesson some other time.”A lesson?I bit back the urge to snap at him. He didn’t understand. None of them did. They didn’t know what she was to me. They didn’t know the full truth about her. And I couldn’t tell them either. My father had made sure of that.Instead, I simply

MAGNAR’S POVThe night was buzzing, filled with thumping bass, flashing lights, and bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor. The energy in the club was electric, and despite my initial reservations, I had to admit my friend’s brother had done a remarkable job with this place. The opening night was a massive success, and I had no doubt this would be a hotspot for the pack from now on. This was only the second club in our territory, and by the looks of it, it was here to stay.We settled into the VIP section, a space reserved exclusively for my inner circle. From here, I had a clear view of the dance floor, watching as my packmates lost themselves to the music, swaying and moving without a care. The DJ was in his element, mixing beats that had the entire club in a trance. I leaned back, sipping on my drink, allowing the heavy rhythm to work its way into my system, though I remained aware of my surroundings.Lily had been pestering me all night to join her on the dance floo

MAGNAR’S POVThe night had started off well enough. I was relaxed, chill, even in a good mood for once. The club’s atmosphere, though chaotic, gave me a rare moment of ease. It was one of those nights where I didn’t feel the weight of expectations, responsibilities, or my father’s ever-watchful eyes.But that moment of peace didn’t last.The second my friends brought more girls into our private booth, the shift in my mood was instant.I leaned back against the couch, watching them giggle and toss their hair, their eyes scanning the room, sizing up their options. It was the same every time. I knew exactly why they were here, and I didn’t have the patience to entertain them tonight.Noah, who was sitting beside me, seemed equally uninterested. His mate wasn’t here tonight, and unlike the others, he wasn’t looking to fill the void with meaningless attention.The rest of my friends? Mateless and ea