The Luna Trials by Marissa Gilbert novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Avalanche

Brigit was clutching Aspen’s body, tears streaming down her beautiful face. Their love story that never happened flashed before her eyes. What would they be doing now if everything was different, if she didn’t reject him when they met? Would they be happy, celebrating Kai and Savvy’s wedding? Or it could be time for their own mating ceremony. How would his mark look on her neck? And would he allow her to claw his flesh to mark him in return? She felt like he would. He used to love her so much… His love could warm her heart now if she hadn’t ruined everything.

Aspen was what she had always dreamt of, her perfect mate, the flawless man of her dreams, but they… they never happened. And now they never would.

Luckily, Brigit knew just the person to blame.

If Bjorn’s greed and ego didn’t come into play, if he was not controlled by his obsession with the woman who did not want him in the first place, this war wouldn’t have happened. And yes, Brigit knew that Joran played his part too, but Bjorn was the one who had controlled her life since the first time they met. He was the one who forced her to reject Aspen when there was no need for this. And “because of his threats, she couldn’t accept her mate in the first place.

He was the one she was going to kill today, and she was going to enjoy it. Luckily, she knew just the way… She’d come prepared.

Her bears were still defending her in a circle, and Brigit leaned down to kiss the wolf in her arms one last time. It wasn’t enough. Those rare moments they shared would never be enough. She would regret this loss forever, unable to recover.

“This life or any other I ever get, I will only love you, my mate that never happened,” she whispered as her salty tears rolled down to his deadly wounds.

She carefully placed him on the ground, brushing her fingers over his soft red fur and wiped her face with hands covered in his blood, knowing that it would be smudged over her skin. Brigit did not care, though. In fact, she did not mind This would remind her of why she was doing this.

In less than a second, she shifted into her bear form and ran into the epicentre of the battle, followed by her warriors.

Savannah watched the love of her life being thrown over the sharp, deadly cliffs of the Northern Mountain chain. Her breathing hitched, and it seemed that life itself stopped because this couldn’t be happening. The whole world around her froze.

She’d already lost him once. She couldn’t go through this again. She would go mad. One person couldn’t possibly endure this much pain. Her heart wouldn’t be able to bear this..

Savvy wanted to jump right after him, and only the thought that she was carrying Kai’s baby in her belly stopped her from doing this. Her North Star mark ached, and this brought tears to her eyes. If Kai did not survive now, she did not want to live either. He was the only one who could make her happy. He was her mate, her love, her husband, her better half and also the worse one at the same time. They went through so much, fought so hard… This couldn’t be it for them.

“Kail” her scream pierced the air above the mountains and down to the battlefield.

Joran still wasn’t satisfied. Some bird tried to catch the lycan while he was falling, and it infuriated him so much that he sent a wave of fire down its way. How annoying were these little specks of mortal dust? His brother’s Champion had to die. It was only fair for interfering in his matters and for resisting after all this time. After all, Fenrir had to know better.

But somehow, it didn’t feel like it was enough. The punishment had to be bigger, harsher, more cruel. His brother, who swore not to meddle in his business, just defied everything. Again. And now Joran had to give him a proper response. His eyes fell on the Princess, who now called herself a Queen without his permission. The one who did not take his generous offer. The one who rejected his Champion despite how hard it was for him to get this bond for the two of them.

Now that he looked at her better, he saw something else. Something he couldn’t ignore. The mark on her neck was glowing like starlight while she screamed in agony, but that glow had something else in it. Something he did not expect to see.

The Seer’s words came to his mind. You aren’t getting that firstborn.

Because someone else had already claimed it!

Fenrir. His brother had already laid claim to the child in that woman’s womb.

This was the last straw for Joran, and he charged at Savannah, ready to reunite her with her beloved. guy? So be it!

She wanted to be with that

Bjorn wanted to gloat or to feel happy, at least. His rival was now gone, thrown away to suffer a miserable death unworthy of legends. His woman was so close he could practically taste her delicious bluebell scent. All that was left was to grab her and get her home, but he couldn’t move.

Savannah’s face contorted from the pain she felt, and the sound that left her chest was so… broken. She was broken. His beautiful Princess was crushed, and he wondered how many times one person could be destroyed and be rebuilt again.

The White Bear King tried to push these thoughts away. He had been through a lot too, and he was fine! Their mate bond would heal them both. They were meant to be, and this was it. He knew that Savannah belonged to him from the moment he saw her. He worked so hard to get her, and he couldn’t question all that now… But why did his heart clench so painfully when he looked at her grief-stricken face now? He’s seen her broken many times and it had never had this effect.

Their eyes locked, and he knew that all she desired now was to kill him. He wanted to lie to himself again so badly and persuade himself that this was temporary. That she would cry it out and get back to her senses, that he would fill this void that was forming in her soul now. Just a few seconds passed, but suddenly, he knew the truth. They would never be together. Even if their bond would snap in its place now, she would still hate him forever. Until the day she died.

He couldn’t have her no matter what he did.

He could burn the world for her, he could wage and win thousands of wars, but Savannah would never want him as her man. She would never feel the way he felt. He knew that now.

Her hand was resting on her belly, and he instantly realised that he was too late. He’d been too late all this time… She had already created a family without him. She was already happy without him.

And he had just helped to ruin it all.

He had nothing to give to her to replace that.

Darius sensed a familiar energy and lifted his eyes to the sky to see his mentor flying towards them. It was rare to see him in this form. Let alone for so long, but the speed with which Joran charged at them told him that he was angrier than ever. The deity was radiating with rage.

And there could be only one person on the top of that mountain on whom he could loose his rage.

Savannah…

He had less than a second to think of what to do. It was barely even a moment… But Bjorn jumped in front of her and pushed his mate out of his way into a pile of snow before Joran’s enormous claws clutched around him instead of her in his deadly grip.

Their eyes met, and he saw the shock in hers. Savannah had not understood the extent of what he felt for her. She never knew, never believed him. All the words he told her, all the effort from his side – she never took it for what it really was, and that knowledge pained him as the Serpent took off back into the sky with the wrong victim in his claws.

At least he’d given her a chance to survive now. It made him a little bit happier, knowing that she would walk the earth thanks to him.