All Chapters of The First Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lane Conlay's POV"Lane, in a few days, I'm going to mark Maris Duffy too."When Alpha Ethan Blackwood said that, I was lying naked on his sweaty chest. I was still catching my breath after being with him. His voice felt like an ice pick striking my eardrums.One year ago, on our marking night, he didn't even get the chance to mark me. An urgent order from the Alpha King dragged him off the bed and straight to the battlefield.Tonight, he came home a hero. He burst into my room under the moonlight and pinned me to the bed without saying a word.For two hours, he claimed me like I was a prize he had won back, leaving marks all over me. My neck was still throbbing and hot from where he bit me. And now he was saying he wanted to mark another she-wolf."Are you serious, Ethan?" My voice sounded raspy and strange. "If this is a joke ... it's disgusting."I looked up, searching his gray-brown eyes for even the smallest hint that he was kidding.But all I saw was calm, like everything he sai

Lane Conlay’s POV The heavy silk of the velvet robe felt like a layer of armor against the chill seeping through the stone walls. Maya was already moving around the chambers with quiet, practiced efficiency, pulling open drawers and sorting through the silver-trimmed jewelry boxes. Every single piece inside had been brought from the Silvermoon vaults. Nothing in this room, save for the bedframe itself, belonged to the Blackwood Pack. "We won't take everything tonight," Lane murmured, watching her maid neatly fold a heavy winter cloak. "Just the essentials. My family’s personal journals, the ledgers, and the remaining coin pouches. The rest can be hauled out by the Silvermoon merchants once the formal paperwork is filed." "But milady," Maya whispered, pausing as she held up a set of sapphire hairpins. "Will the Alpha even let us leave? He spoke of the Alpha King's approval. If Alpha Ethan has the crown's backing to change the pack laws for this... this *Maris* woman, what is to sto

The towering golden gates finally groaned open. A royal guard, clad in heavy platinum-trimmed armor, stepped forward and looked down at the kneeling figure of Lane Conlay. He didn't offer a hand, but his gesture was clear as he swung the heavy iron bar aside. "The Alpha King will grant you ten minutes, Lady Conlay. Enter." Lane rose smoothly, smoothing down the creases of her dark green travel gown. Beside her, Maya scrambled to her feet, rubbing her bruised knees but keeping her head held high as they followed the guard through the sprawling, echoing corridors of the royal palace. When they were ushered into the grand throne room, the sheer scale of the hall was enough to make any ordinary wolf tremble. High ceilings carved with historical battles loomed overhead, and at the far end sat the Alpha King. He looked older than Lane remembered from her childhood, his features sharper and his eyes laden with the heavy burden of a continent-wide war. Yet, the commanding Alpha pressure ra

"Maya, get back inside." Lane’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it carried the weight of an iron anchor, instantly freezing the trembling maid in her tracks. Maya stepped backward into the bedchambers, her chest heaving with suppressed fury, though she kept her defiant eyes locked on the hallway. Down the corridor, Ethan stopped pacing. He turned his head slowly, a dark, dangerous chuckle escaping his lips as he looked back at the open doorway. His expression was a volatile mix of offense and absolute mockery. "An Alpha?" Ethan scoffed, turning around completely and taking a few slow, heavy steps back toward Lane's room. He adjusted the leather cuffs of his uniform, looking down at them as if he had just heard a particularly amusing joke. "An Alpha or an Alpha's sister... it doesn't change reality, maid. Dead heroes don't inherit titles, and bloodlines don't fight wars." He stepped right up to the threshold, his gaze bypassing Maya entirely to settle on Lane, who stoo

Lane slowly lowered her quill, her gaze dropping to where Ethan and Maris’s fingers were tightly intertwined. A deep, cold wave of disgust washed through her at the sheer shamelessness of the display, before she finally lifted her eyes to evaluate the woman standing in her sanctuary. Last night, through the hazy distortion of the spiritual vision, Lane hadn’t been able to see her clearly. Now, in the crisp morning light, Maris Duffy stood fully exposed. Her half-shifted traits were proudly on display; a pair of coarse, dark wolf ears twitched atop her head, and a thick tail brushed against her calves, the fur a mottled, messy blend of brown and gray. A small, jagged scar cut through the skin just under her lower lip—not large, but prominent enough to serve as a self-proclaimed trophy from some distant skirmish. She wasn't particularly beautiful, lacking any refined grace, but she practically radiated a harsh, aggressive warrior energy. Maris leaned her weight onto one hip, looking