Marked by the Moon Tyrant

The scent of roasting meat filled the kitchen as I scrubbed the floors, my knees aching against the cold stone. Today was supposed to be my day—the day I would finally be acknowledged as the Alpha's mate. Instead, I was here, preparing the feast that would celebrate my own heartbreak. "Layla, the silver platters need polishing," Beta Thomas barked from the doorway. "And be quick about it. The ceremony starts in three hours." I nodded silently, my raw hands trembling slightly as I reached for the heavy silver tray. Three hours. Three hours until Harrison would stand before the pack and either claim me or destroy me. A sudden wave of heat crashed through my body, so intense I nearly dropped the platter. I gasped, clutching my stomach as the burning sensation spread through my limbs.

The camera flashes were blinding, a relentless storm of lightning that left spots dancing in my vision. I forced the corners of my mouth upward, plastering on the smile I had practiced in the mirror a thousand times. It was the smile of a future Luna—perfect, poised, and completely hollow. "Closer," a photographer shouted from the press pit. Alpha Adrian Hayes tightened his grip on my waist. To the world, it looked like a possessive, loving embrace. To me, it was a vice. His fingers dug into the silk of my dress, bruising the skin beneath. "Smile brighter, Haisley," he hissed in my ear, his voice a low growl only I could hear. "You look like a corpse.

The morning sun filtered through the windows of Silvermoon Pack's administration building as I walked hand-in-hand with Nyla toward the school office. At six years old, my daughter practically bounced with each step, her dark curls catching the light as she chattered about which classroom she hoped to be assigned to. "Mommy, do you think I'll have the same teacher as Tommy Martinez?" she asked, swinging our joined hands. "He said Mrs. Peterson gives out gold stars for good reading." "We'll see, sweetheart," I replied, smoothing down her navy blue dress—the one Vincent had bought her last month, back when things still felt normal between us. "Remember to use your inside voice when we get to the office." The familiar scent of pine cleaner and fresh paper greeted us as we entered the administration area. Mrs. Henderson, the school secretary, looked up from her computer with a practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Luna Willow, what a pleasure to see you," she said, though something in her tone felt different—more formal than usual. "And little Nyla, my goodness, you've grown since I last saw you." Nyla beamed and gave a small wave.

"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]

"....“She’s not shifting, she’s breaking!” someone shouted. “What is she?” another cried. I tried to rise and equally to steady myself, but my legs twisted and bent the wrong way and forced me back to the ground. My reflection shimmered in the pools of torchlight: my eyes glowed not amber, not gold, but white, hollow and endless. I guess I wasn’t becoming a wolf; instead, I was becoming a monster...." On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lyra Vale’s first shift should have bound her to her pack. Instead, it marked her as the monster they fear most. Born under the cursed Blood Moon Oath, she is fated to either unite the supernatural world… or reduce it to ash. Now every faction wants her blood; the Vampire Courts whisper her name as the key to breaking their chains, while the Witch Sanctum swears she is a mistake of prophecy and her own pack and her family would rather see her buried than crowned. But fate is never merciful. Lyra’s soul is bound to a mate who is both her fiercest protector and her deadliest enemy. A boy who swore an oath that might kill her… and break her in ways no blade could. As betrayal coils tighter than love in a world where alliances shift like shadows and every truth has fangs, Lyra must decide: Will she chain the beast inside her or unleash it? This is because under the Blood Moon, even salvation tastes like blood, every choice bleeds and under the Blood Moon, will love be a weapon?

Harper Cole spent five years being the perfect wife — only to be discarded on her anniversary for her best friend. Stripped of everything, she stood on a bridge at 2 a.m. and let herself fall. She should have died. Instead, she woke on a stone altar in a world of wolves and moonlit forests, face-to-face with Kael Thornvane — the most feared Alpha on the continent and the man who claims she's his prophesied mate. But being Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack isn't a fairy tale. Kael's rival Alphas see her as a weakness to exploit. His own council wants her exiled — or worse. And the mysterious mating mark spreading across Harper's skin is awakening abilities that could either save the pack or burn it to the ground. Harper didn't ask for a second life. She didn't ask for a mate whose touch sets her blood on fire. But she's done being the woman who signs away everything without a fight. This time, if someone wants to take what's hers, they'll have to go through her teeth and claws to get it.