Luna Of The Lone Wolf
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From Chapter Nine onward, there is no turning back.
If you choose to continue, you do so at your own discretion.
Freya loved him for ten years... only to discover he had been sharing her bed with her sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, leaving her title as Luna behind.
But freedom was a lie... her parents sold her to the Lone Wolf, a man feared, cursed, and utterly dangerous.
He is possession... demanding, intoxicating, and impossible to resist. Every touch, and every heated glance ignites her, but when he discovers she holds the key to breaking his curse, his desire turns darker, and more consuming.
She is no longer just temptation... she is necessity, and he will not let her go.
She hates him... yet a part of her aches for him, drawn to the man beneath the beast.
What will happen when the man cursed with emptiness and eternal loneliness discovers the woman who could break his curse?"
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Chapter 6
I was in total confusion, trying to process everything that had just happened. I stared at the shattered jug and the spilled drink, my mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Slowly, I raised my head to meet the Lone Wolf's gaze, searching for any sign of anger or judgment in his eyes. His expression was unreadable, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling.
The tension in the room pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to stay calm, yet panic churned beneath the surface, and I choose not to show it.
He should be angry, because I had just broken the jug he claimed was rare, expensive, and nearly impossible to replace. I stared at the maid and caught the look on her face, her eyed wide, filled with shock and disbelief... as if I had completely lost my mind.
Her gasp still echoed softly in the chamber, and I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Every second stretched unbearably long as I waited, unsure of what the Lone Wolf would do next.
It's just the way I saw the woman give the portion to the maid earlier, and the way the maid carefully poured it into the jug. Everything about it seemed suspicious to me.
Something didn't feel right, and I couldn't ignore the uneasy knot forming in my stomach. My instincts screamed that the portion wasn't what it seemed... that it could be poison. I acted on that thought, trusting my gut even as fear gripped me. It replayed in my mind, convincing me that I had to intervene before it was too late.
But I thought wrong, it wasn't poison at all, but medicine prepared for Alpha Rollo. If I had stayed out of a matter that wasn't mine, I wouldn't have ended up in this mess.
My heart sank as I realized how my actions, though well-intentioned, had only caused trouble. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from caring... why did I even care for someone who had bought me from my parents, someone I wasn't supposed to feel scared for? My own stubbornness had all collided in one moment of reckless choice.
"I thought it was poison, that's why I threw the jug away," I said truthfully, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. But he only scoffed, as if my honesty were an offense.
Is he serious now? I had only spoken my truth, yet that was the expression he gave me, as though I had some hidden motive.
"You just came to this pack a few hours ago, and you've already ruined two things... the medicine, which is rare, and the jug, which is a limited and expensive item," he said.
"I didn't mean to," I said softly, hoping he would understand.
"You all leave me and her," he commanded, and the guards and maid bowed before silently exiting the room. The door clicked shut, leaving us alone. He turned to me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, like he was assessing me.
"Maybe if you begged me, I'll consider forgiving you," he said, his tone teasing... sounding dangerous.
"I am sorry, forgive me," I replied immediately, not wasting a single moment.
He looked shocked at my quick apology. Apologizing wasn't new to me... I had spent my whole life apologizing, often for things I didn't even do.
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He studied Freya's expression carefully, but he couldn't read it. That 'sorry' hadn't come from her heart, yet it didn't seem forced either. It was a strange mix, and it piqued his curiosity even more.
"How long were you a Luna, and why did your husband leave you?" he pressed.
She tilted her head slightly, a hint of defiance in her eyes. "How did you know it was him who left me, and not the other way around?" she asked, her tone calm but challenging.
He looked at her thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing slightly. "With this character and behavior of yours," he said slowly, "no man would ever want to stay close to you."
Freya's eyes flashed, a mixture of disbelief and defiance. "Then why did you want me here, if no man would want to stay close?" she challenged, her voice steady.
He let out a short, incredulous laugh. "I can't believe you actually think you're here to be my Luna," he said, shaking his head.
She could not believe this... that was not what she meant at all. Her thoughts tangled as shock rippled through her, yet she forced herself to remain calm, masking every emotion behind a steady expression.
"Don't get this the wrong way," he said coldly, his voice stripped of any warmth. "You are here to warm my bed."
Hearing this, her breath caught, but she didn't show it.
"I'll add you to the roster," he continued, as though discussing something trivial. "There are turns. When it's your turn, make sure you don't stay silent, but moan aloud... or I won't stop."
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7.5
"Get up", I told myself "Get up or die here".
Rejected by her mate, Elara is marked as wolfless and left to die under the Blood Moon.
She was never meant to survive the rejection but the Moon Goddess had other plans.
When an enemy Alpha claims her protection, forbidden desire ignites, and a buried prophecy awakens. The girl everyone despised becomes the one the Moon fears most.
But power always comes at a cost.
With betrayal closing in and the Moon Goddess demanding her submission, she must choose between love and destiny.
Even if it means becoming the villain of every pack.
7.2
Ryker Vance, future Alpha, was on quiet evening patrol when Kian Sterling's panicked mind-link sliced his calm. Annoyed, he headed to the Healer's den, thick with Kian's distress.
Kian stammered, "Elian Thorne. He fell. From the sacred cliff." Ryker dismissed it as a clumsy Omega accident, but as he reached the door, a weak, intimate thought slipped into his mind: *"Go home, Ryker."* It was Elian, a low-ranking Omega he barely knew, commanding him.
Confused, Ryker left. His wolf restless, his gaze fell on a neglected moonpetal, Elian's gift, now limp. He woke to an absolute silence, a profound void. The moonpetal was gone, just grey dust. At Elian's funeral, unbearable grief struck. Memories crashed: Elian's mate offering, his "I love you" dismissed, Ryker's ignored warnings of soul-withering. Elian was his *mate*, and Ryker had caused his death.
The word *Mate* branded his soul. Consumed by absolute regret, clutching Elian's ashes, Ryker screamed to the empty sky: "Give him back! Give me a chance. Please."
The world dissolved. He opened his eyes to a training ground, vibrant, years younger. Then he saw him. Across the field, practicing drills, was a younger, healthier Elian, alive. Ryker walked straight to him, took Elian's hand, and with every eye on them, declared, "He's your future Luna."
8.8
Omega Unleashed
8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
******
Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.
8.4
My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.
But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.
Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.
"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."
He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.
"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.
"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.
He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.
He killed his own son for a lie.
That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.
Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.
Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."
I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.
"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed."
9.5
I was the heiress to a real estate empire, celebrating my engagement to Douglas at our Manhattan penthouse.
But when I stepped into the master bedroom, I caught him sleeping with my best friend, Krystle.
Before I could even react, Douglas forced me to sign away my family's entire trust fund.
He held up a tablet and forced me to watch a live feed of my parents being burned alive in our Hamptons estate.
"The fire hasn't reached the main house yet, sign it and I'll call them off," he lied.
As soon as the ink dried, he beat me to the ground and locked me in the soundproof study.
He poured twenty-three-year-old whiskey on the carpet and dropped a lit cigar.
"You could have walked away with nothing, but alive," he sneered.
He left me to burn to death while he and Krystle went back to our engagement party to drink champagne.
As the flames melted my skin and my bones shattered against the bulletproof glass, I couldn't understand it.
How could the man who promised me forever brutally exterminate my entire family just for money?
But I didn't die in that fire.
Three years later, with a reconstructed face and a new identity as the mysterious global designer Alice Moreau, I returned to New York.
Watching Douglas and Krystle flaunt the wealth they stole from my family's ashes, I smiled behind my black veil.
It was time to make them pay with everything they had.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.