Novels by Luna Vesper

In an instant, every eye in the room was fixed on me.My body instantly tensed.I hadn't expected this man to publicly challenge me in such a setting.Faster than the curious, scrutinizing looks of the onlookers came Damian’s furious interrogation.Damian immediately spun around to face me, jaw clenched, his eyes cold. "Lila, you better explain yourself. What is the meaning of this? Why has the entire Thornridge Pack been compromised because of you?"Even as he questioned me, Damian’s heart was in turmoil.He was born in the Thornridge Pack and knew everything that had ever happened—except for the year he was gone with Isabelle. That year of absence meant he’d lost control of the pack, and even now, back in Thornridge, he hadn't fully regained his authority.Had Lila and Lucas met, and had something transpired between them, in the year he was gone?My nails dug into my palm, then relaxed, as I quickly composed myself. I curved my lips into the most natural, captivating smile I could m

By the time Damian had managed to soothe Isabelle and feign ignorance of his earlier embarrassment during the gift-giving, the banquet was already underway.He had missed the grand entrance of Gabriel and Lucas, and he was secretly furious.He quickly snatched a cocktail from a passing server's tray and began searching for me.At this hour, guests were circulating across the hall's expensive marble floors, driven by various motives: seeking favors, establishing new connections, maintaining social ties, or discreetly passing on information—all seeking the person they needed to socialize with.It took Damian some effort to find me. I was standing alone in a secluded corner by the dessert station, looking pale and panicked, completely unnerved, as if I had suffered a massive blow. The face that had been so bright and captivating this morning, capable of infuriating others with its confidence, was now colorless and distraught.Glass after glass of wine was being relentlessly poured down m

The girls surrounding me, though disappointed by my evasive answer, didn't blame me. They thanked me politely, their faces falling slightly, before the group dispersed, returning to their seats with renewed, if slightly competitive, chatter.Anna, sensing that I didn't quite grasp their obsession with courting Lucas, offered a final explanation before leaving.“We genuinely like Lucas, but it’s not just his title. It’s because Lucas possesses the most handsome, mesmerizing face and aura. We simply cannot find another man in this country who can compare to him.”A slight laugh escaped me.I now completely understood the girls’ fervor.After all, I too, appreciate a good-looking man.When I first walked into that bar and singled out the man I would keep as my lover, wasn't it precisely because of his striking looks and charm?Now that I thought about it, I realized I hadn't encountered another man who could rival my former lover's appearance.I wondered who was more impressive: Lucas, o

Unlike Damian, though Isabelle was also watching my every move, she was focused on what I would present to Clara.“Lila isn’t so impressive after all,” Isabelle sneered, her mouth twisting scornfully as the item in my box was revealed. “Treating the Wolf King’s Luna’s birthday gala like a high school graduation ceremony? A photo album for Clara? It’s truly shameful.”Isabelle’s voice grew louder, as if she wished every corner of the ballroom could hear her, ensuring everyone witnessed my embarrassment.Every gift Clara received was priceless; even the L. Quill painting she and Damian had so meticulously chosen didn’t earn them more than a polite acknowledgement.A worn-out photo album as a gift for the Luna? By what right?Isabelle folded her arms, a smug smile plastered on her face, waiting for Clara to dismiss me in disgust.But everything unfolded contrary to her expectations.Clara took the album from the box, her expression starting with the same polite smile. However, as she ope

Isabelle, blissfully unaware, had committed a grievous faux pas in the gilded arena of high society.As her former friend, I could read every flicker of her expression. She was basking in smug pride, opening her gift box with a flourish, eager to dazzle Clara with her offering.“Luna, this is from me and my husband, Damian—a painting by L. Quill, the latest sensation. Collectors are already offering fifty million for it.”L. Quill, a prodigy who’d burst onto the scene in recent years, painted landscapes that captivated the art world. His works weren’t just visually stunning; they enveloped viewers in the scenes—breezes rustling, rain pattering, cicadas humming—as if stepping into the canvas itself. His paintings were near impossible to acquire, each one a treasure.“Thank you,” Clara said, her smile polite as she studied the artwork before gesturing to her butler to stow it away.But Isabelle wasn’t content with a mere acknowledgment. She pressed on, her voice brimming with self-impor

As I emerged from the bathroom, Damian had already ended his call with Isabelle, slinking back into the bedroom. Whether he’d overheard my phone conversation or caught the stifled moans I couldn’t quite suppress in the bathroom, I didn’t care. To me, he was no different from a slab of meat—tainted goods, discarded by my former friend.But Damian clearly didn’t share my indifference. His eyes narrowed, raking over me with a sneer curling his lips. “Who were you talking to?”“Not just you get to keep lovers.” His question didn’t faze me. I sauntered to the vanity, patting serums onto my face with deliberate nonchalance. Still sticky from the rush of ecstasy, I’d scrubbed myself clean in the shower.“You, my *wife*, dared to take a lover?” His voice rose, thick with incredulity, brows knitting in outrage.A laugh tugged at my lips—his hypocrisy was almost comical. Had a single year erased his memory of abandoning me, his bride, for my best friend at our own wedding? Mirroring his tone, I