Romane von G.C. Oscar

Exiled. Exile. The Celestial Moon pack, in all its enormity, seemed to have no place for me. My foot slipped, and I stumbled. “Christy! Christy!” I tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "I’m fine. Thank you." Collins supported me by the shoulder as we moved through the packhouse, past the prying eyes of wolves who pretended not to stare. “I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to convince myself as much as him. Just as quietly, he disagreed.“No, you’re not, Christy. But that’s okay. You will be.” He didn’t let go until we got home. The moment I sat on the sofa, the strength drained out of me. I barely made it to the bathroom before retching, the expensive dinner disappearing down the drain. My mother came in, rubbing my back gently. I wiped my eyes, clearing away the tears I hadn’t been able to stop. She said nothing. She didn’t need to. When she left, I went to my room and crawled into bed, broken in a way that felt permanent. I woul

Banging my head against the pillow, I screamed. She must think I’m lying too. Why does everyone look at me like I'm making it up? I pushed myself up, chest tight, breath uneven. Sitting here wasn’t helping. Crying wasn’t helping either. If no one believed me, I’d figure it out myself. Grabbing my shoes, I headed straight for the pack library. Stupid, defective mate bond. If there was something wrong: anything at all, I would find it. The library was quiet, the familiar scent of old paper and ink wrapping around me. At the front desk, Mr. Jones sat hunched over a thick book. “Mr. Jones,” I said. He looked up slowly, sliding a pencil between pages. “Yes, child?” “I need the catalogue.”“What are you looking for?”“Books on mate bonds,” I whispered.He nodded, handing me the catalogue. “Section 3C. But double-check.” I scanned the page. “They’re at 3C." "Good.”As I handed the catalogue back, it struck me how normal he was acting. No susp

I didn’t remember leaving. One moment, I was staring at Alec like a fool, the echo of his voice still ringing in my ears. The next moment, I was walking home, my feet moving on their own, my family closing in around me like a shield. “Go to bed, honey,” my mom whispered once we were inside. Her voice was steady, but her shoulders weren’t. The first tear slipped free as soon as my door closed. Then another. Soon I was sobbing, my face buried in my pillow, the sound torn out of me whether I wanted it or not. Why? Why, Moon Goddess? I had never worried about meeting my fated mate. I hadn’t dreamed about it, hadn’t waited for it. It was something that would happen one day—simple, inevitable. Until yesterday. Now it felt like the cruelest joke ever played on me. Why didn’t Alec feel it? What kind of wolf could look at their own mate and feel nothing at all? My chest tightened until it hurt. Somewhere deep inside, my wolf cr

I had been buzzing all day and now it was finally here. A Moon Calling—mates caught in undeniable clarity. How cinematic I dressed simply and added only a pair of earrings and a bracelet, not wanting to be a distraction during a ritual meant for recognition, not display. My brother was still too young to stand in the circle, and my parents who were already mated would watch from the back. I, however, was nineteen. Eligible to find a mate. Nine pm on the dot, we left for the ritual grounds. If all went well, we would return after dawn knowing the name of Celestial Moon’s future Luna. We walked together, my parents lingering at the back, exchanging small shenanigans behind my brother’s and my view. We were used to it; they almost always walked hand in hand. The field smelled wonderful tonight; flowers and herbs laid out with care, thanks to the Shaman and his mate. The ritual wouldn’t begin until nine-thirty pm, but the grounds were already