My Husband Tried to Make Her Luna

The silver chains bit into my wrists, each link burning like molten metal against my skin. Three days. Three days of agony as the silver poisoned my blood, weakening the bond with my wolf until Goldie's voice became a faint whisper in my mind. "She's awake again," a gruff voice said somewhere above me. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light of the cellar. A Rogue with a scarred face leered down at me, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey. "Your Alpha husband hasn't paid the ransom," he sneered, crouching beside me. "What kind of mate abandons his precious Luna?" My throat burned with thirst, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. "Christian will come for me." The Rogue laughed, the sound echoing off the damp stone walls. "That's what you think.

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I stumbled through the darkened corridors of the pack house, my legs barely supporting me. Every step left a bloody print on the marble floor, but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when I was so close.

My father's study remained sealed since his death—Christian had ordered it locked, claiming it was out of respect. Now I understood the truth: he was hiding evidence.

"Goldie," I whispered, feeling my wolf stir weakly within me. "We need to be strong. Just a little longer."

The biometric scanner beside the heavy oak door recognized my fingerprint despite the blood. A green light flashed, and the lock clicked open.

The scent of my father's pipe tobacco still lingered in the air, mixed with old paper and leather-bound books. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it as tears blurred my vision.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I choked out, clutching his signet ring that hung around my neck. "I chose wrong. So terribly wrong."

My legs gave way, and I collapsed to my knees beside his massive desk. The drawers were locked, but I knew where he kept the key—hidden in the spine of his favorite book on werewolf lineage.

With trembling hands, I retrieved the small brass key and unlocked the bottom drawer. There, beneath stacks of correspondence, lay his leather journal.

I opened it with reverence, flipping to the final entries. My heart stopped as I read his neat handwriting:

*Something isn't right with Christian. The pack accounts don't match. Elena must be protected if my suspicions are correct.*

The next page detailed symptoms—weakness, dizziness, a racing heart—and his conclusion: "Wolfsbane poisoning. Small doses. Methodical."

A small vial rolled from between the pages, labeled in my father's precise script: "Antidote prototype—incomplete but potentially lifesaving."

"He knew," I whispered, cradling the vial. "He knew Christian was killing him."

Goldie's grief merged with mine, a howl of anguish that threatened to tear me apart from within. But something else rose from the ashes of that pain—cold, calculating rage.

"He will pay," I promised, pocketing the vial and journal. "They both will."

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I made it to the edge of our territory before Christian's patrol spotted me. Three Deltas in wolf form, their teeth bared as they circled.

"Going somewhere, Luna?" the lead Delta sneered after shifting partially back to human form.

"I need supplies," I lied, trying to sound authoritative despite my weakened state.

"Alpha Christian said you weren't to leave pack grounds." His eyes gleamed with malice. "He wants you found and brought back."

Before I could respond, a massive hand yanked me into the shadows between two ancient pines. I struck out blindly, only to be caught in an iron grip that smelled of cedar and rain.

"Don't," a deep voice commanded, his breath warm against my ear. "They'll see you."

My captor pulled me deeper into the forest, moving with supernatural speed until we crossed into neutral territory. Only then did he release me, stepping back into a shaft of moonlight.

Parker Gordon. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Tall and imposing with midnight-black hair and eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to summon Goldie's strength to stand tall despite my injuries.

"Watching the borders," he replied simply. "I've been sensing your distress for days."

Something electric passed between us—a recognition that made no sense. His scent enveloped me, cedar and rain and something indefinably *right*. Goldie stirred, suddenly alert and yearning.

"That's impossible," I whispered. "We barely know each other."

Parker's eyes flashed amber in the darkness. "We know each other more than you realize, Elena King."

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The safe house was a small cabin deep within Blood Moon territory. Parker carried me the last mile when my strength failed, his arms gentle despite his reputation as ruthless.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked as he set me on a sofa and knelt to examine my silver burns.

"Because seven years ago, I caught your scent at the Inter-Pack Summit," he said quietly, his fingers surprisingly tender as they applied a cooling salve to my wounds. "And I've been respecting your choice ever since."

I jerked back, disbelieving. "What are you saying?"

Parker's eyes met mine, unwavering. "I'm saying I'm your True Mate, Elena. The one the Moon Goddess intended for you."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. "No. That's not possible. I chose Christian."

"And I stayed away out of respect for that choice," he said simply. "Even when my wolf howled every night, sensing your unhappiness."

I shook my head violently. "I'm broken. Damaged. I'm not worthy of a True Mate."

Parker's expression hardened, his hands gripping my shoulders with gentle insistence. "Don't you dare say that. You are Elena King, daughter of Alpha Richard. You are strong. You are worthy."

His touch sent currents of electricity through my body, awakening parts of me I thought long dead. But fear held me back—fear of being hurt again, of being wrong again.

"I can't," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I can't trust this. I can't trust you."

Parker's response was immediate and unequivocal: "Then I'll wait until you can."

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In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters. I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone. Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate. They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run. As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance. "She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed. "Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back. I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood. Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start. Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies? Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room. Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever. I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me. This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.

Action Horror Modern Sci-Fi

8.3

Don't Ruin Me.

8.3

I stared at the clock in front of me, ticking slowly as I waited for my daughter to pick her call. Earlier, in the morning, she had presented her award for being the best student in school to her father and I, after which he suggested we take her shopping. It was 8pm already and my daughter was not yet back home. My phone soon started ringing and a wave of relief washed over me as I saw the caller - it was Hailey, my daughter. “Hello…” I was suddenly interrupted with the blaring sounds of an ambulance and hushed voices, then a male voiced out. “Your daughter is dead!!!”

Action Modern Mystery

9.2

HIS CONTRACT WIFE IS HIS RUIN

9.2

He married her to control her. To break her. To own her. Seraphina let him believe it. She plays the quiet wife- soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience. But behind every smile... is a plan he was never meant to survive. Because this marriage was never about love. Not even power. It was revenge. And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth- when he realizes who she really is... he won't be fighting to keep her. He'll be begging to escape her.

Action Modern Romance

7.1

His Dangerous Touch

7.1

Aurora Andrews has never known a life free from pain. Orphaned and left in the care of her cruel uncle and aunt, she endured years of abuse that taught her the safest place was in the shadows. But even in college, her silence couldn't shield her from the cruelty of her peers. Just as she reaches her breaking point, fate intervenes in the form of Alexander Mark, the powerful and enigmatic CEO of the Vanguard Group company. Alexander saves her from a nightmare, but one impulsive, accidental night binds their fates together. When the morning light comes, he leaves her with a heartless dismissal, assuming she is just another gold digger looking for a payout. But Aurora carries a secret more precious than anything. Forced to drop out of school to protect her unborn baby, Aurora fights to survive in a world that wants to break her. But the shadows of her past are closing in; what will happen when her abusive aunt and uncle discover she is pregnant? And what will become of her when Alexander Mark walks back into her life, unaware of the child growing in her womb? He left her thinking she was a whore. But the truth is far more dangerous. When their paths inevitably cross again, will he accept the child as his own? Or will he destroy the only chance Aurora has at a happy ending? "I'm not a whore, I promise you, Sir. I just wanted to save you... and nothing else."

Action Billionaire Modern

8.3

His Darkness, My Desire

8.3

"Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." Evelyn never meant to uncover the truth. But one question won't leave her mind What's really on those tapes? What begins as curiosity drags her into a world of secrets, danger, and a man who is everything she should fear. Lucas is darkness wrapped in temptation. Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable. He warns her away. He gives her a chance to run. But Evelyn doesn't. Because there's something about him that pulls her closer even when every instinct scream to escape. He's the villain everyone fears. And the one she can't stop craving. In a world where nothing is safe and desire is a weapon, Evelyn must decide: Run from the monster... or fall straight into his arms. Because something can be both delicate and violent. And loving Lucas might be the most dangerous choice she'll ever make.

Action Mystery Romance

8.5

My Alpha Abandoned Me for the Pack’s New Luna

8.5

I heard the first explosion at 2 a.m. I was already awake — I'd been awake for an hour, lying in the dark with Weston's side of the bed cold beside me, listening to the silence that had become the loudest thing in our room. When the blast shook the walls, I was on my feet before the echo died. The pack house was chaos. Smoke poured through the east corridor, thick and black, and I could hear warriors shouting somewhere above me. I pulled on my boots and ran toward the sound — toward the basement stairwell, where two of our younger Deltas were trying to drag a jammed door open. The rogue raid had hit the supply wing first. Smart. Cut the weapons cache, collapse the structure, drive everyone into the open. I'd helped design our raid response protocols.

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