All Chapters of Fatebound To The Cursed Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

23 Chapters

Chapter One—The Witch of Nightingale

Chapter One—The Witch of Nightingale ~LYDIA~ Father placed the spoils in front of me—Half eaten cobs, dried stale meat, vegetables with possible maggots in them and brown potato mashings. It was a good morning and I ate to my fill. “Pig.” He snorted as he walked away. He was being nice today. There was probably some sort of good fortune being brought upon him, as it wasn’t the worst insult I’ve been subjected to. I couldn’t help but smile as I pushed a forkful of dried meat into my mouth. The markings on my forearms were more prevalent now—a purplish black tint I was born with, with the shape of a birch tree that went all the way up from my back to my wrists. They used to be so sheer and now very bold markings, a clear sign of my curse. Yes, I was the cursed Luna. The abomination, the harbinger of doom as the rest of the pack called me. I was supposed to be dead at birth, casted into the woods for the rabid dogs to eat their fill, but my mother chose to off h

Chapter Two—The Alpha who hates me

Chapter Two—The Alpha who hates me He was beautiful. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was also saving me, from my doom. I gulped hard as the towering figure stretched out his arms to block the oncoming flock. The crowd dispersed subtly, all letting out gasps as their alpha protected the witch of nightingale. They grumbled, he didn’t need to say a word before exerting his authority—he was powerful, they revered his strength and presence. He was the Alpha. They all left, not without hurling their spittle in my face which fortunately landed only a few inches away from my body. It didn’t take long before the market went to its normal self. Then he turned around, Like I said….he was beautiful. Brownish gold wyes with a red hue that probably shone under the full moon, when he was at his strongest, well corded muscles under the tight shirt he had on which gave me a hawks eye view to his ceps. He had the perfect shade of blondish auburn hair

Chapter Three—A foretold Prophecy

Chapter Three—A foretold Prophecy~TANNER~ The sudden appearance of Imelda, the high priestess of the pack was not a good sign. She only appeared when rites needed to be performed, festivals needed to be celebrated….and prophecies to be foretold. From the look in her eyes, I could tell it was none of the first two. Cecile’s father had a glum look on his face as I pushed his daughter towards him. He didn’t say a word, pointing at the door. The cursed one obeyed, pure with servitude, as her head hung low when she retreated into the house. “What is this about?” I asked, with a frown on my face. I was at unease. The high priestess sighed deeply, “It would be better if we conversed inside the home.” My frown deepened, “Alright then.” ******** Worry knots formed across the crevice of my forehead, despite Cecile’s father pouring me a cup of barely tea, my unrest was beyond mild. The high priestess wasn’t forthcoming with her auspiciou

Chapter Four—The unwanted bride

Chapter Four—The unwanted bride I scrambled to my feet, throwing the fruits back into the pile of spoils before I was caught and probably whipped by father again. The mud on my skirt was however going to earn me some scoldings,. Although it was unavoidable, father wasn’t one to reason. Cecile’s screams were even louder, I could hear father trying to calm her down. I gulped hard, knowing I was at fault somehow….it was only a matter of time before she came gnawing at me. And so she did. In a matter of seconds she was in front of the stall. I took a step back, terrified by the pure unbridled rage in her eyes when she pointed at me. “You!!!!” “Me.” I quivered. Father rushed out, holding onto her before she lunged at me, “Cecile relax. Nothing has been confirmed yet.” My sister bawled, trying to wrangle free from my father’s grasp, “She’s ruining my life. She’s ruined everything!!” “Calm down, child,” father pleaded with so much genuineness,

Chapter Five—A Mating Ceremony

Chapter Five—A Mating Ceremony -LYDIA- Five days and they ignored my existence—both father and my berserk sister. Five days of being ocked in my room—no food, no water, no sunlight. I crouched to the floor, in dire need of a bath as my body reeked of tears and moss from the walls. The gnawing pain from my empty stomach I ignored, it all didn’t matter to me as I could persevere for a few more days until father relented. Technically it wasn’t the first time I’ve been sent into exile. Father once had me in darkness for twelve days, all because I ate a piece of Cecile’s cake and had mud on her party dress. I was released only when he saw how frail and close to death I was. There’s always a reason for my lockdown, all of it being my fault but this was different. Cecile wasn’t just angry, she wanted to gauge my eyes out which was a reaction I’d never gotten from her before. I was used to being ignored by her, she barely acknowledges my existence and when she does it

Chapter Six—The Mating Ceremony(2)

Chapter Six—The Mating Ceremony(2) ~TANNER- I couldn’t dare look at the imp in my sight. She was dirty—her fair all frayed in clumps of sweat and mud, her legs ridden with sot and her body oozing the stench of a dead beast. The goddess had cursed me. There was no other explanation for my misfortune as I stood in front of Lydia, ready to be mated and wed, with a bile crawling up my throat. For a moment I couldn’t help but wonder about the bruises on her arms, but deep down I knew she deserved it one way or the other. After all she was cursed. The bold fragment of the pack’s misfortune. She let out a screech which only came out as a soft squeal, trying to bolt away when one of the pack’s betas who brought her over grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the ground. I glared at him, eyes riming with authority which had his head hung low in regret. “I……please….” She crawled up to me, holding onto the hem of my pants. My very body shuddered at her touch, I was dis

Chapter Seven—The Unspeakable Bond

Chapter Seven—The Unspeakable Bond My eyes opened to a low hanging ceiling. I let out a wince as I tried to sit upright but my body had the feeling of a whole bag of barley being dropped on it. My throat was dry, parched, and in need of dire water to quench my thirst. Where am I?? I managed to turn my head to the side where I found a pitcher and a glass by a nightstand. Another wince escaped me as I forced my limping body to sit. The hunger I felt knew no bounds, as I grabbed the pitcher and drank the whole thing in one swig. Mercy. I felt like the goddess had taken a little pity upon me, as the water ran down my throat, tears almost fell from the simple act of kindness by whom? I didn’t know. The haze from my eyes started to clear as I glanced around, taking a note of my surroundings. The room was dusty, tiny, with my arm being able to reach for the door and the cupboard that stood at the opposite side. There was a window which gave the perfect view of t

Chapter Eight—Living Quarters

Chapter Eight—Living Quarters I rose to my feet without his help. He was a careless and foolish old man who didn’t know the danger I possess. Touching me could bring him misfortune, and I didn’t want that, not when he’s been so kind to me knowing who I was. He frowned for a moment and then shrugged. Then he glanced around the room, with his frown slowly morphing into a scowl, “I told the bastards to not bring you here.” “Here?” I chorused. “The attic.” He sighed, “it’ll have to do for now. I’ll have a proper room prepared for you at the break of dawn.” I shook my head vigorously, still trying to gain an ounce of strength but even my body failed me. I almost plummeted to the ground when he grabbed a hold of me and I flinched hard, “Don’t touch me!!” “Ly— “I’m cursed. You could be in danger.” “You bear the markings of a curse but you’re not contagious.” He came closer, extending a hand towards me regardless, “Allow me to help you, child.”

Chapter Nine—Pyring hate

Chapter Nine—Pyring hate I found myself in my room, panting heavily trickles of sweat flowing down my bare body. I was naked. Why I was I still wasn’t sure, but nothing mattered, not when I’d just lived the worst dream of my life. Fatigue raced through every inch of my body as I pushed my covers away, still not caring about my risqué appearance as I went into the washroom where I dunked my head into a whole basin of clean water. I wanted to scream inside it, especially with the pain which hit every joint in my body, talk less of the throbbing headache. The events of last night flowed trough my memory—the mating ceremony, my dirty bride, the blood pact and the force of power which engulfed me. All I saw was a light before my consciousness ceased to exist. What happened?? I let out a grunt as I left the washroom. I reached for a simple shirt and loose fitting pants. Even my hands couldn’t work properly, as I winced just trying to skip into the sleeves of m

Chapter Ten—Tempest

Chapter Ten—Tempest ~TANNER~ I was still seething beyond remorse as I stormed out of the house. I just couldn’t stand to see her, to bear the gravity of what the prophecy had just drawn me into. The damned wench. There she stood in my kitchen, all comfortable, eating my bread and drinking my tea, all draped in my damn clothes. Whilst I lived the nightmare of every pack member dying, all from her cursed hands. She looked….she looked different. Cleaner. I couldn’t help but notice the matting in her hair being loser now, the sot and mud on her body now replaced with still tainted skin but much more clean. Her eyes had a vibrance id never noticed before—purple, the clear sign of her curse. Uncle Lenard was right and I hated to admit it. She was frail. She was clad in an old tunic of mine, one which I had before I became the Alpha but still hung loosely around her body. I hated her but for a Luna of that age she had no business having the weight of a prepubescen

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