All Chapters of Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VIOLET’S POVThe moment the call with Merrin ended, I just stared at my phone.Then I laughed.I couldn’t help it.Merrin was… ridiculous.Tough.Cold.Ruthless.And yet, somehow, beneath all that… he was also childish. Possessive in the most obvious way. Jealous, even when he worked hard to pretend he wasn’t.“Don’t Call Silvan Again,” he had snapped.As if we were that close.He’s my husband, yes… but love? Beyond desire, beyond the nights we share, there’s nothing real.Or so I keep telling myself.I flopped onto the bed and pressed the phone to my chest, my smile lingering.“What a strange man,” I murmured.My mind betrayed me.Images formed on their own:Merrin seated in a sleek meeting room. A long glass table. Men in dark suits. Women too… beautiful women. Tall. Confident. Refined. The kind who smiled without lowering their eyes.My chest tightened.What if… he came back with another wife?Another Luna.Another woman to stand beside him.My smile faltered, slipping away.“That

ZOELLA’S POVI was happy.So happy I didn’t even notice I was humming… until Violet snapped.“Zoella,” she said without looking up, “if you don’t take that stupid song outside, I swear I’ll throw something at you.”I laughed and spun in a small circle, the night air slipped in through the open window, cool and soft against my skin. The room smelled like crushed herbs, dust, and safety. For once.Quiet. Safe.“You’re just jealous,” I said. “I haven’t even done anything nice yet, and I’m already seeing results. Of course I’m happy.”Violet made a small sound.Not a laugh.Not a sigh.A hiss.I stopped humming.She shifted in her chair, shoulders pulling inward. One hand disappeared against her side, tucked too carefully.My smile faded.“Violet,” I said slowly. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she answered, too fast.I crossed the room.“Show me your hand.”She shook her head.“Zoey. Please stop.”I didn’t.I grabbed her wrist.She flinched.My stomach dropped.“Open your palm,” I said.She t

LADY SARAPHINA'S POVI gripped the steering wheel of my new car and let the engine hum beneath me.The streets blurred past as I drove toward Luna-Light Pack Palace, and a slow, satisfied smile curled across my lips. It had been so long since I’d driven.It was before my husband died.Before Violet ruined everything I had built.Before I had to settle for crumbs when life had promised me a banquet.Now?Now, everything was different. Thanks to Violet, I was back. Back in glory. Back in wealth. Back in control.I slid my sunglasses on, even though the sun had barely risen, and leaned back in my seat. The soft leather smelled new, rich, intoxicating. The metallic gleam of the dashboard reflected the morning light, making me feel untouchable.People might whisper, might call me greedy for selling my stepdaughter to the ruthless one-eyed Alpha in exchange for gold, jewelry, and power, but what had I done wrong?Life was a game. Sacrifices were part of it.Violet had been the obstacle. And

COMMANDER NOLAN’S POVI had been standing in the shadows for what felt like hours, watching Violet.She moved through the pack like she owned it, breathing life back into streets I hadn’t realized had grown stale without her laughter.Her scent reached me first… warm, sharp, and impossibly familiar. It struck me like a memory, haunting and relentless, pulling me back to our teenage days in school.She was still the same. Always helping everyone, just like she did back then.I had been good at war, but not long walks or exercise. My legs ached, my patience thinning. When she started moving again, clearly intending to keep walking, I finally spoke.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “Planning to walk the whole pack until you get lost, Luna?”I let out a slow breath.“Because I don’t think I can keep going. It’s been hours already.”Then she turned.That pause.That slight tilt of her head.“Nolan? You’ve been following me all along?”Her voice cut through the air, high and sharp

MERRIN’S POVThe palace was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that crawled beneath your skin, slipping into your bones and stirring your wolf until it paced restlessly in the dark corners of your mind.I stood by the tall window of my chambers, hands clasped behind my back, watching the lights of Wolves-Heaven flicker below.The city slept. The pack slept.But I didn’t.Lady Saraphina.A faint smirk curved my lips.She is exactly what I expected… sharp, calculating eyes behind a soft, harmless smile. Hunger hid beneath her politeness.Not hunger for love.Hunger for comfort.For wealth.For power.Women like her were easy.I had given her the west wing in the palace… marble floors cool beneath bare feet, gold-trimmed doors that gleamed even in candlelight, a bed large enough to drown in silk. Jewels enough to blind a small army.Anything to make sure she never wandered anywhere near the old horse quarters where I kept her daughters.I had drowned her in luxury, and I knew it would