All Chapters of A Luna's Vengeance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moon hung low over Ashenwood Ridge, casting a cold silver light over the Alpha's estate. From my bedroom window, I watched patrol wolves make their rotations through the trees. I knew most of their names by heart. I used to stand out there with them, shoulder to shoulder. Now I felt more like a statue behind glass, always observing, never included.Kael’s side of the bed was cold. Again.He hadn’t come home last night. Or if he had, he’d been gone before dawn. I pressed my palm against the empty space where he should’ve been, where his warmth used to linger. Nothing. Just the faint scent of sandalwood and steel, already fading.I got dressed slowly, deliberately, tugging on a fitted black tunic with Luna sigils etched in the sleeves. I didn’t feel like a Luna anymore. More like a decoration, a symbol he paraded when necessary and forgot when it wasn’t convenient.Kael claimed to be busy with rogue threats near the western border. It was possible. But he hadn’t taken me to a strateg

The chandeliers sparkled like falling stars, gold light glittering over a hundred faces I barely recognized. Kael stood beside me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back as if we were still a united front—Alpha and Luna, untouchable. But I could feel the hollowness beneath it. Like something brittle pretending to be whole.“Alpha Noren of Cliffshade,” the herald announced.Another guest. Another wolf with sharp eyes and political smiles. I offered the customary nod, lips curved in the Luna's gracious mask I’d worn since the moment I stepped into the banquet hall.Inside, I was drowning.I hadn’t confronted Maris. Not yet. I told myself it was because I needed more proof. But the truth was simpler: I didn’t want it to be her. If I said it out loud—if I accused her—the illusion would shatter completely.And there would be no going back.So I smiled, and I played my part, and I searched the room for signs I might have missed before. Maris stood across the hall, laughing with a B

The cell walls wept with condensation, each drop marking another hour of my captivity. Three days. Three days since, Kael had stood before our pack and painted me as an adulteress, a betrayer, a disgrace. Three days since, the woman I'd called my sister had watched in silence as my world crumbled. I pressed my back against the cold stone, feeling the rough texture bite through the thin fabric of my prison clothes. They'd stripped me of everything—my Luna robes, my ceremonial jewelry, even the simple silver bracelet my mother had given me before she died. All that remained was the hollow ache in my chest and a rage that burned hotter with each passing hour. The shackles around my wrists had rubbed raw wounds that refused to heal properly. Not pure silver, but enough to keep my wolf suppressed, keep me weak. Kael's mercy, no doubt. He wanted me alive for the public execution of my character, but helpless enough that I couldn't fight back. He'd underestimated me. I'd spent the first d

Three weeks into my new life at Hollow Fang, I stood in the training yard watching Darius's wolves spar. They moved with a brutal efficiency that Blackmoor's fighters had never possessed—less focused on form and technique, more on ending conflicts quickly and permanently. "Impressed?" Vera asked, joining me at the observation platform. "Concerned," I replied honestly. "These aren't soldiers. They're killers." "Is there a difference?" I considered that. "Soldiers fight for causes. Killers fight for pleasure." "And which do you think we need to destroy Kael?" Both, I thought, but kept it to myself. Darius appeared at my elbow, sweat still gleaming on his skin from his own training session. "Ready for your first real test?" "What kind of test?" "The kind where we see if you're truly committed to this path, or if you're still the soft-hearted Luna who believed in redemption and second chances." He led me to his private study, where a figure sat bound to a chair. My heart stopped.

"So you destroyed me instead." "I set you free. You just couldn't see it at the time." The vial felt heavy in my sleeve, and I could feel the lockpick pressing against my ankle. Everything was in place. All I had to do was make my move. But first, I needed to hear him say it. "The omega boy," I said quietly. "Jorin. You threatened his sister." Kael's expression didn't change. "I did what was necessary." "And if I told you he was dead? That he threw himself from the cliffs rather than live with what he'd done?" Now there was a flicker of something—surprise, perhaps, or concern. "Is he?" "What do you think?" "I think you're trying to make me feel guilty for choices I don't regret." "Are you sure about that?" He stood abruptly, pacing to the small barred window. "It doesn't matter. None of it matters now. Tomorrow you'll be dead, and I'll be free to build the future this pack needs." "Without the inconvenience of a conscience." "Conscience is a luxury leaders can't afford."