Novels by MoonWriter

I threw up in the car.It was just bile because there was nothing left in my stomach, but I couldn’t stop my body from trying to reject everything that had just happened.A man had bought me. Actually bought me with money like I was a car or a piece of furniture.“Here.” The stranger…my owner, handed me a bottle of water without saying anything about the mess I’d just made on his expensive car floor.I took it with shaking hands, not because I wanted to accept anything from him, but because I was so dehydrated I felt like I might pass out.“Thank you,” I whispered, then immediately hated myself for being polite to the man who’d just purchased me at a human trafficking auction.“What’s your name?”I looked up at him for the first time since getting in the car. Even in the dim lighting, he was devastatingly handsome. He had the kind of bone structure that belonged on magazine covers, and the most beautiful striking green eyes I have ever seen.“Why do you care?” I blurted out. “Because

I woke up when I heard someone crying.It took me a moment to realise that the broken, animalistic sounds were coming from me. I was curled up on the dungeon floor, still in my torn wedding dress, my throat raw from screaming. How long have I been down here?Hours? Minutes? I did not even know. The stone was so cold it burned against my skin. My beautiful wedding dress, the one that had made me feel like a queen just yesterday, was now filthy and torn. The silk was stained with dirt and my own tears.I kept replaying Adrian’s words in my head. I should have known that my crush of three years suddenly realizing he loved me three months ago after living in the same pack with me for years was too good to be true. All of it had been a lie. I cried so hard that I could barely feel my eyes anymore. Just then, I heard footsteps echoing down the dungeon stairs, pulling me out of my thoughts.I scrambled to my feet, pressing my back against the stone wall. If Adrian was coming to finish wha

I was getting married on the anniversary of my father’s death, and I did not know how to feel about it. “Girl, you’re glowing!” Alyssa squealed, interrupting my thoughts as she burst into my room with her arms filled with white roses. “I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you.”I couldn’t help but grin at my best friend’s enthusiasm. “It’s called makeup, Lyss. Lots and lots of makeup.”“Bullshit. That’s the glow of a woman who’s about to marry the love of her life.” She set the flowers down and grabbed my hands, spinning me around. “Anna, I’m so damn happy for you I could cry.”“Please don’t cry. You’ll make me cry, and then my makeup artist will murder us both.” But I was laughing, feeling so light, like I was floating. Alyssa had that effect on me. We’d been inseparable since we were five years old, when she had beaten up three boys who were picking on me for being the Alpha’s daughter. Twenty years later, she was still my protector and biggest cheerleader.“Okay, real