The Alpha's Luna Is Mine
After five years,the war finally came to an end and he will be back, back to his Pack,back to her arms. It wasn't just his return but the answers to her prayers.
She has been both the Luna and the Alpha for Five years, she yearned so much for her man.
He gave her the biggest surprise of her life, he didn't just come back alone,he came back with a woman. His fated mate.
Just a moment, a minute, her life shattered,she couldn't take it, she left the Pack for them, just for the night, she needed to scream to the world. But then she met him, in her drunken state,she wanted him so badly.
A one night sin. Just for the night.
Fate had other plans for them, in a blink she found out, he's not just anyone but her husband's twin brother she never got to see. Is the moon goddess perhaps playing a trick on them?
War broke out between the two brothers when Alpha Aethelwulf found out she's his fated mate. His twin brother wasn't ready to let her go, he still wants her as his mate.
At the end one must win, blood or sacrifice?
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Chapter: A WitchAlice POVQuinton looked at me with a perplexed expression, as though he was trying to make sense of the words that had just left my mouth. He was no longer lying on the bed. At some point during my explanation, he had gotten to his feet and crossed the distance between us. Now he stood only a few steps away, his eyes fixed on mine, searching for any sign that I was joking."What do you mean by that? Alice, tell me this is a joke." He asked, pinning his gaze on me.My throat suddenly felt dry. Saying it once had been difficult enough. Saying it again felt even worse."Damien is dead." I said quietly as I rubbed my palms together. The words hung heavily in the air between us. Neither of us spoke for several seconds. Quinton simply stared at me as though his mind refused to accept what he had heard."How did this happen? Have you contacted the Priest and Arthurwolf?" He asked as he began pacing around the room.I shook my head slowly. Everything had happened too fast."He was struck by
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Meet Me In My ClubDamien’s POVThe moment she asked what I meant, I already knew patience was something I was running out of. She stood there too close, still trying to interpret authority as conversation instead of command, and I let the silence grow long enough for her to feel it in her bones. Humans always needed spoken fear to understand danger, but silence did most of the work for me.“What did you say, sir?” she repeated again, softer this time, as if volume would change the meaning of my words. I finally lifted my gaze from the documents in front of me and looked at her fully. Not with interest, not with desire, but with the kind of cold clarity that stripped illusions away. Even her thoughts were already loud, careless, spilling in directions she didn’t realize I could hear.“Lock. The. Door.” I said again, slower this time, breaking each word down so there was no room left for confusion. My voice didn’t rise, but it pressed into the room like weight. I watched her hesitate, that small flicker
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Lock The DoorDamien's POVI walked slowly through the gallery, my polished shoes echoing softly against the marble floor as I inspected every piece displayed for tomorrow's exhibition. The building was silent except for the distant sounds of workers making final preparations in other sections of the gallery. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, their golden glow bathing the artworks in a warm light that made each piece appear almost alive. Tomorrow's exhibition was one of the biggest events of the year and I refused to allow anything less than perfection. Humans had many admirable qualities, but attention to detail was rarely one of them. That was why I preferred seeing things myself rather than relying entirely on managers and supervisors.My gaze landed on the centerpiece of the exhibition, a colossal painting that occupied nearly an entire wall. It was known as The Crimson Ascension, a fictional depiction of an ancient vampire legend. The painting showed a blood red
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: His Scent He couldn't look at me. His head remained bent over the table as though the weight of his guilt was too heavy for him to carry. He was too ashamed to look me in the eyes, but I honestly didn't care whether he looked at me or not. For years, I had looked into those same eyes searching for the man I fell in love with and all I ever found staring back at me was cruelty, disappointment, and anger. This was my chance to finally let everything out. Every tear I swallowed. Every sleepless night. Every bruise I hid. Every question I never got answers to. My chest tightened painfully as emotions I had buried for years clawed their way to the surface."Do you know how many nights I go to bed praying that I never wake up again?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my efforts to keep it steady."Do you know how disappointed I feel every single morning when I open my eyes and realize I'm still alive? Do you know what it feels like to dread your own
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: I'm Sorry For Everything Martha's POV"I knew you would be hungry when you woke up so I decided to prepare your favourite meal for you. Go have a seat at the dining area, I would serve your food in a jiffy," he said with a wink, and for some reason it irritated me instead of making me blush.I didn’t say a word, I simply walked to the dining table and sat down, trying to ignore the strange feeling tightening in my chest because I didn’t know if I should be happy about this sudden change or afraid of it. I hated it when people pretended, it made me more anxious than anger ever did, and right now I could already feel that this was not normal, not with Jeff, not after everything that had happened, and it made my heart shift uneasily as I watched him move around the kitchen.I brought out my phone and started going through social apps while sipping the juice he had placed in front of me, but I wasn’t really seeing anything on
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: Something Is WrongMartha's POVJeff started laughing out loud and I wondered what was so funny. He laughed like someone who had been holding it in for years, and honestly, it felt real. The sound filled the room so naturally that for a second I almost forgot who he was. Almost. I couldn't join him in the laughter though. I wasn't happy with him, and no matter how genuine that laugh sounded, it wasn't contagious enough to make me forget everything he had done."You are very hilarious, so the only reason I would want to talk to you was if anyone died?" he asked. I thought it was a rhetorical question. Apparently, it wasn't.He was staring at me with a smile on his face, obviously waiting for an answer. I simply shrugged my shoulders because I genuinely didn't know what he expected me to say."I can't remember the last time you called me to have a conversation, so you won't blame me," I said and looked everywhere except at him."Yeah, I know," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.He moved to the
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
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