The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 155: Katy Perry - The One That Got Away

Chapter 155: Katy Perry - The One That Got Away

A breathless silence followed.

Member One was the first to recover, slamming a palm down on the table. "So what now? We have to accept a hybrid heir? Unacceptable! This goes against the entire foundation of our order. We are meant to protect our existence, not endanger it!"

"It’s a true blood," Veyron said. "I cannot give you details. But I have examined the child myself."

Veyron leaned forward. "And we have to protect her. And the child. That said, the king has tasked me with finding a doctor familiar with werewolf biology. Someone trusted. Someone loyal. I need someone who would lay down their life protecting the royal heir, no matter what."

"Is the prince still dying?" the woman asked.

"I’m afraid so," he finally said.

*****

Morvakar knelt between rows of plants.

He paused, tilting his head. A scent curled toward him through the breeze.

A rustle, a few awkward footfalls, and then a voice: "Excuse me? Excuse me?"

Morvakar didn’t lift his head. "Move on, human," he replied coolly, brushing soil from his fingers.

But the voice persisted. "Morvakar, right?"

That stopped him.

The sorcerer straightened, eyes narrowing as he turned. The man before him was young, tall but not imposing, with the clumsy stance of someone clearly out of place.

"Don’t be so surprised. Everyone knows who you are," the man said with a half-smile, casually shoving his hand into the pocket of his beige jacket. "Well... not everyone. Mostly weird people. People like me."

"Not humans," Morvakar countered sharply.

The man shrugged. "Well, I’ve been studying your kind for a while. Vampires, their societies, their rites. You’d be amazed how much I’ve learned."

Morvakar watched him silently.

"Who are you?"

"I’m sorry. My name is Michael Swanson." He stepped forward and offered a hand, which Morvakar pointedly ignored. "I’m an ethnographer. I specialize in supernatural cultures and cross-species ethics."

Morvakar folded his arms.

Michael cleared his throat. "I’m also... uh... unofficially investigating the disappearances of humans from the human territory. Something isn’t adding up."

"I’m not accusing you," Michael said quickly. "In fact, I think you’re the key to understanding this. The disappearances started some time after your exile according to my research. You might actually be the only one who can help."

"What do you want?" Morvakar asked. freew\ebno\vel..(c)om

"Just to ask you a few questions," he replied. "You have no allegiance to anyone, so you will not have any reservations in discussing what you know about these disappearances."

Morvakar’s brows lifted ever so slightly. "What makes you think I know anything?" he asked. "I didn’t even know humans were disappearing."

The man smiled softly, almost wistfully. "I’m sure you will have some theories if I discuss what I’ve uncovered with you."

Morvakar regarded him in silence for a long moment, then gave a tired sigh, as if being coaxed into remembering he was still a relevant figure in this world. "Fine. Come in." He turned and began to walk towards the front doors of the castle.

Williams didn’t follow immediately.

He stood watching the back of the man who had once been the most powerful sorcerer in all the realms. His father. He hadn’t seen Morvakar since Luciver had killed him. The last time he’d looked into those eyes, Morvakar had told him he loved him.

All he wanted to do was hug him. To collapse into his arms like he used to as a boy. To say I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for any of it to happen.

But none of that mattered now.

"You coming?" Morvakar shouted.

"Ah...yes. Sure." Williams shook the emotion off and jogged forward.

All he had to do was find out what Morvakar had done to the princess to make her a hybrid. What spell had he used? What genetic trick? What dark deal had made Luna Sinclair the most dangerous political threat to the throne?

That’s all.

*****

Jane had always believed she was destined to be Luna—Luna of the small but proud Crescent Pack. It was a dream stitched into her bones from childhood, whispered into her ears by her ambitious mother after Alpha Kyllian was asked to take command of the pack. She had trained for it, fucked for it. But life, as always, had a cruel sense of humor. That dream began to crack the day Kyllian was betrothed to the princess of the royal werewolf line. The Luna Sinclair. The golden girl. The moon’s chosen.

But she hadn’t imagined—not even once—that she’d become Queen of the entire werewolf territory. Not just Luna of a pack. Queen. The very crown Luna had been bred for would soon sit on Jane’s head.

Even without the formal coronation, Jane had already begun moving through the royal quarters with the poise of someone born to power. She walked the halls like she owned them, issued commands with a regal cadence, and dismissed servants with the flick of a finger. It was important to establish dominance early.

She still didn’t understand why Kyllian had lifted Luna’s banishment.

Luna had gotten in her way once, but the outcome had been clear. Kyllian’s gaze had always lingered on the wrong woman. Jane had won this time. And she would not lose again.

So, Jane stood with measured elegance at the castle gates. The towering black spires of the palace loomed behind her.

She wasn’t about to let Luna strut into the castle.

As soon as she spotted the black diplomatic car approaching the castle bend, Jane raised a hand and flagged the driver down. The driver looked startled.

The car stopped abruptly, its tires grinding softly against the stone. The rear door opened with a slow hiss.

Luna stepped out of the vehicle with all the grace of a born royal, dressed in a rich silver cloak that flared in the breeze. Her skin glowed, her eyes met Jane’s with polite indifference.

Still beautiful. Still dangerous.

"You’re welcome, Miss Luna," Jane said.

Luna tilted her head. "That’s Princess Luna Sinclair, Royal Envoy of Blood City," she replied with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "But thank you. It’s lovely to be home. Who are you? We have met before, I just cannot place it."

(Who wants a cat fight? but i think Luna is just too elegant to get involved in that. but i can make it work. there can be elegance in cat fights. lol.

We did it guys! We made it up the power ranks and as a reward, an additional Chapter coming up. Thank you all.)