CHAPTER3:BLOOD OF THE MOON
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Chapter 3 – Blood on the Moon
Lucian yanked the sheets around Amara’s bare body as he turned sharply toward the servant.
“What did you say?” he growled, voice thunderous.
The young man trembled, eyes glued to the floor. “The Council… they say the curse is spreading. Another pack was attacked last night. Two omegas dead. Torn apart.”
Amara’s breath caught.
Lucian’s fists clenched at his sides.
“Get out,” he said darkly.
The servant bolted without another word, leaving the door hanging open.
Lucian turned back to Amara, whose lips were parted in shock, her body still tingling from the heat of what they were about to do.
“Lucian… what’s happening?” she asked, pulling the sheet tighter.
He dragged a hand through his hair, jaw tight.
“It’s the curse. It’s not just inside me anymore.” He looked down at her, haunted. “It’s leaking. Infecting others.”
“How is that even possible?”
Lucian shook his head. “It was never supposed to spread. The seer said it would stay with the Alpha until he either breaks it or dies.”
He sat at the edge of the bed, muscles tense, and whispered, “But I kissed you. I touched you. I took too much… and now it’s out.”
Amara stared at him.
“You think you caused this?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, voice hoarse. “But every time I get closer to you, the beast inside me grows stronger—and now the other packs are suffering for it.”
She touched his shoulder gently. “Then push me away.”
He turned to her, eyes burning. “I can’t.”
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The Council arrived with red robes and colder hearts.
Five of them—old, sharp-eyed, and born from generations of wolves that lived by ancient law. They took seats in the grand hall, the chandelier above them flickering like it could sense death in the room.
Amara stood off to the side, clothed in a soft gray dress Lucian had given her. She could feel their judgmental gazes sliding over her skin.
She wasn’t one of them.
She didn’t belong.
But Lucian stood tall before them, unshaken.
“You’ve lost control,” one councilwoman said, her voice like ice. “The curse is active. Your bond with the omega is making it worse.”
“She’s the reason I’m not ripping your throats out right now,” Lucian snapped.
The room went silent.
The oldest of them leaned forward. “You were warned, Alpha Blackthorn. Love would destroy you. And now it’s killing others.”
“I won’t give her up,” Lucian said. “She’s mine.”
“She’s not your mate,” the woman replied. “She’s your weakness.”
Amara’s heart dropped.
But Lucian didn’t blink. “Maybe. But she’s the only thing keeping me human.”
The council exchanged glances. Then the oldest one said, “You have one week. Control the curse. Or we end it for you.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then she dies first.”
Amara gasped.
Lucian’s growl shattered the silence.
He was across the hall in an instant, claws out, eyes blazing gold.
“If you touch her—” he warned, voice feral.
“We won’t need to,” the councilman said coldly. “The curse will.”
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That night, Amara couldn’t sleep.
She lay in the massive bed alone, staring at the moon through the glass windows, Lucian’s words echoing in her head.
She’s mine.
She’s not your mate. She’s your weakness.
You have one week.
She knew Lucian was trying to protect her—but the weight of that burden was dragging him under. She saw it in his eyes. Heard it in his breathing.
And she couldn’t just sit back and watch him drown.
So she got up.
And went looking for answers.
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The old library sat at the far end of the estate, doors creaking open like they hadn’t been touched in years.
Dust blanketed the shelves, but Amara didn’t care. She searched through every book with trembling fingers, looking for anything about the curse.
Then she found it.
A leather-bound journal, handwritten, faded.
It belonged to Lucian’s mother.
“The seer said the curse is tied to blood, to desire… to loss. The Alpha must fall in love, then choose to either lose her or destroy everything.”
Amara’s hands shook.
Fall in love… then choose.
Lucian had fallen.
He was falling still.
And if the curse fed on that love—it meant every time they kissed, every time they touched, they were feeding it.
Her heart ached. A cruel kind of ache.
Could she walk away from him?
Would she?
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Footsteps echoed behind her.
She turned fast—but it wasn’t Lucian.
It was someone else.
A tall figure, dressed in black, half-shadowed.
“You’re the omega,” he said quietly.
“Who are you?” Amara asked.
“The one who’s going to save him.”
He stepped into the light.
Sharp jaw. Eyes like ice.
“I’m Cian,” he said. “Lucian’s brother.”
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