The Luna Reborn: Surviving As The FL In A Werewolf Romance
There is nothing Iris loves more than curling up with a ridiculous werewolf romance, laughing her head off at every over-the-top, cringey scene and swooning at the shameless smut. But one night, partway through an e-novel by a mysterious "Author 456", she chokes on a Doritos chip, dies, and wakes up inside the story as the doomed heroine.
Now she’s trapped in a medieval werewolf afterlife with bizarre werewolf laws, dangerously hot Alphas, and plotlines she knows will end in her eventual demise. There’s Alpha Kieran, her volatile, possessive fated mate who’ll tear kingdoms apart to keep her. And there’s Alpha Rowan, the charming first love who still holds a piece of her heart and isn’t afraid to fight for it. Their rivalry is a ticking time bomb that is already threatening to spark a war, and Iris is right in the middle.
As if juggling two jealous, dominant Alphas isn’t enough, a human rebellion is rising, and every move she makes could shift the story’s fate. She's got only one goal; to survive long enough to find a way back home before her “tragic ending” catches up to her.
Expect heated glances, possessive growls, steamy arguments that turn into even steamier reconciliations, and enough bedroom (and not-so-bedroom) scenes to make you blush in public. This is a laugh-out-loud, heart-racing, smut-laced romance you won’t be able to put down.
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Chapter: The First Draft of FreedomThe Great Hall of the North felt different when it wasn't a crime scene or a courtroom. Under the new "Stable Reality," the hearths roared with a warmth that felt earned rather than scripted, and the long wooden tables were laden with actual food—not just the decorative roasts of a high-fantasy banquet.Kieran and Rowan sat across from me in a private alcove, their eyes fixed on the silver quill resting on the table between us. It sat there innocently enough, but the way the light caught its nib made it look like a needle poised over the fabric of the world."You're saying," Rowan began, leaning back and swirling a goblet of wine he hadn't touched, "that we are characters. That my father's death, my exile, and Kieran's 'beast' nature were all... creative choices made by someone in another world?""Worse," I said, tearing off a piece of crusty bread. "They were tropes. You were designed to be the 'Golden Rival' who loses the girl and goes mad with grief. Kieran was the 'Brooding Alpha'
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: The Ink-Stained ResetThe blue light didn’t fade so much as it curdled, turning into the grey, muted dawn of a world that felt like a fresh sheet of parchment.When I opened my eyes, the obsidian pillars of the Archive were gone. The smell of old paper had been replaced by the sharp, metallic tang of morning frost and the distant, rhythmic lowing of cattle. I was lying on a cold stone floor, but it wasn't a basement. It was a courtyard.I sat up, my head throbbing with a rhythmic pulse that matched the weight in my right hand. I looked down. The silver quill was still there, gripped so tightly in my fingers that my knuckles were white. It felt heavy—unnatural—like a piece of the sun had been cooled and shaped into a writing tool.I looked around. I was in the heart of the Northern Stronghold, but it wasn't the fortress of thorns and shadows I remembered. The walls were clean, the banners were a vibrant, un-torn crimson, and the air lacked the heavy, suffocating scent of "Alpha Aura" that usually hung over
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Chapter: The Archive of Failed IntentionsThe Great Library of Oakhaven didn’t look like a place of learning. It looked like a wound in the earth. To reach it, we had to descend beneath the palace through staircases that were literally crumbling into white light as we stepped off them."Don't look back!" I yelled, my voice echoing against the smooth obsidian walls of the lower levels.Kieran was the last one through the heavy bronze doors of the Archive. As he slammed them shut, the sound of the outside world—the humming, the static, the "Revision" screams—was cut off instantly. Here, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and cold, dry stone."Is it safe?" Rowan asked, his chest heaving. He reached out to touch a shelf, but his hand stopped an inch away, as if he was afraid the books would turn to dust."For now," I said, leaning against a pillar. "The Archive is 'hard-coded.' It’s the world’s metadata. The Author can delete the furniture, but she can't delete the foundation without crashing the whole system.""Yo
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Chapter: The Silent KingdomThe "victory" at the High Peaks felt a lot more like a stay of execution.We had been traveling south for two weeks, leaving the lush, pine-scented mountains of the North for the parched, jagged canyons of the Southern Border. The truce between Kieran and Rowan was holding, but it was brittle—held together by the fact that neither of them knew how to exist in a world where a "bond" didn't dictate their every heartbeat."You're doing it again," I said, not looking back as I adjusted the pack on my horse."Doing what?" Kieran growled. He was walking behind me, his eyes constantly scanning the ridgeline. He was back to wearing a tunic, thank the gods, but he still moved with that prowling, restless energy of a wolf who had lost his scent-trail."Staring at the back of my head like you’re trying to see if the 'Author' left a barcode there," I said. "I’m still me, Kieran. I’m just... unscripted.""It’s too quiet," Rowan intervened, riding up beside us. He looked exhausted. The golden Alpha
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Chapter: The Map to NowhereThe Southern Wastes were not like the North. There were no towering pines, no mist-shrouded peaks, and certainly no "romantic" snowfall to frame a dramatic confession. There was only the salt-flats—a vast, shimmering expanse of cracked white earth that looked like a bleached bone under the unrelenting sun.We had been walking for three weeks."If I see one more mile of white dirt, I am going to start narrating my own death just to give this chapter some flavor," I muttered, wiping a layer of grit from my forehead.Kieran, who was currently shirtless—because apparently, even when the plot is broken, he can’t find a tunic that fits his 'Alpha' shoulders—looked back at me. He wasn't growling anymore, but the intensity in his gaze hadn't faded. It had just shifted from "I own you" to "I am incredibly confused by you.""You keep talking about chapters, Iris," Kieran said, stepping over a salt-crust. "And this 'Architect.' Mattias says the southern wastes are empty. My ancestors said it was
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Chapter: Exactly Three MinutesThe "Happy Ever After" lasted exactly three minutes.The golden light of the eclipse had faded, leaving a crisp, silent night atop the High Peaks. Kieran was still holding me, his heart beating a steady rhythm against my ear, and Rowan was standing close enough for our shoulders to brush. For a heartbeat, it felt like the credits were rolling.Then, the world hiccupped.It wasn't a tremor of the earth. it was a tremor of reality. The obsidian pillar of the Anchor, which I had just "grounded," didn't shatter. Instead, the white light I’d poured into it began to bleed away, turning from a pure, brilliant gold to a jagged, static violet."Iris?" Kieran’s voice was sharp. He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "What did you do?""I fixed it," I whispered, though my stomach was already dropping into my shoes. "I broke the script. I gave us a choice.""Look at the sky," Mattias barked, pointing upward.The stars weren't stars. They were flickering back into text, but the letters were garb
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon
“No! I don’t care if you buy me the city skyline, Jason. I’d still tell you to fuck off.”
Jason Hale smirked. “What if I bought you the moon?”
Samantha Torres’ life isn’t what she planned. Once a top science student, she now waits tables to pay off debt and care for her family. And the one wound she’s never healed? Jason, the man she loved in college, who cheated and broke her heart.
Now, five years later, Jason is back. He’s heir to a billion–dollar empire and determined to win her again. He claims he’s changed, and he tempts her with lavish gifts, promises, and the same charm that once ruined her. But Jason has dangerous secrets, and Samantha swore that she would never fall for him again.
Until her brother’s gambling debt pulls the mob to her doorstep…and Jason becomes the only man who can save her.
Now she is drawn back into his world of wealth and risk, and Samantha finds herself torn between old wounds and new desires. But enemies circle fast: his ruthless twin, the woman who once came between them, and a rival who wants her for himself.
Will Samantha walk away from Jason, or will she risk everything to find out if love is worth the danger?
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Chapter: Chapter 170: The King’s New CourtSilas Hale did not mind the smell of bleach or the scratchy texture of the thin, white sheets in the prison infirmary. To a man who had spent forty years living in the shadows, a prison cell was just another room. It was a space with walls, a floor, and a ceiling. It was a controlled environment, and Silas Hale had always been at his best when the boundaries were clearly defined. He lay back against the stiff pillow, his eyes closed, listening to the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor attached to his finger. He knew the doctors were watching that monitor in the other room. He knew they saw a frail, elderly man whose heart was struggling under the stress of a federal arrest.He had faked the chest pains the moment the handcuffs had touched his wrists. It was a simple, logical move. A man in a high-security cell is a prisoner, but a man in a hospital bed is a patient. A patient has rights. A patient has visitors. A patient is allowed a level of privacy that a common criminal is denied.
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Chapter: Chapter 178 - Love On PaperThe first thing I felt was the warmth of the sun on my face. It was a strange sensation, one I hadn't truly felt in what felt like years. It wasn't the cold, artificial blue light of the bunker or the strobe-like flashes of the police sirens. It was just a quiet, Tuesday morning sun, filtering through the thick glass of a hospital window. The air smelled of lemon-scented floor cleaner and the faint, sweet scent of a new life.I didn't open my eyes right away. I wanted to stay in that moment of peace for just a few seconds longer. My body felt heavy and hollow, a strange combination of total exhaustion and the physical relief of no longer carrying the weight of another human being inside me. I felt the soft texture of the hospital gown and the rhythmic, steady beep of a heart monitor that wasn't mine.Then, I heard it. A small, soft sound. It was somewhere between a sigh and a whistle.I opened my eyes and turned my head slowly. In a small, clear plastic bassinet next to my bed, wrappe
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Chapter: Chapter 177 - The Breaking PointThe stairs felt like they were miles long. Every step was a battle against the weight of my own body and the thick, white gas that still clung to the fabric of my clothes. Nora was under my arm, her shoulder acting as a crutch, her breathing coming in ragged, terrified gasps. We were climbing out of the belly of the beast, leaving the blinking red lights and the melting servers behind, but the air above didn't feel any safer. It felt like we were trading one cage for another, one made of rain and concrete and the prying eyes of a thousand strangers.Then, the first real contraction hit.It wasn't a kick. It wasn't the dull ache I had been carrying for weeks. It was a white-hot ring of fire that tightened around my waist and pulled everything inward. I stopped dead on the concrete landing, my fingers digging into Nora’s arm so hard I knew I would leave bruises. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The world narrowed down to the sensation of my own muscles betraying me, forcing the fut
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Chapter: Chapter 176 - No FearSilas Hale did not cough as the white gas began to swirl around his knees. He stood perfectly still, even as the woman in the lab coat fled toward the emergency stairs and the red emergency lights turned his skin the color of a fresh wound. To Silas, the gas was just a chemical reaction: a mixture of nitrogen and carbon dioxide meant to suppress a fire that didn't exist. It was a logical response from a machine that had been lied to. But what mattered was the lie itself.He looked at the rolling monitor where Adrian’s face had just vanished. The screen was now a wall of scrolling green text, a language Silas had helped invent, now being used to scream in his face. For the first time in nearly half a century, Silas felt the cold touch of a variable he could not control.He turned away from the broken medical scanner and walked toward the server room at the back of the suite. He did not run; Silas believed that running was for those who feared the future, and he was the man who designed
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Chapter: Chapter 175 - Light In The DarknessThe elevator ride down into the heart of the bunker felt like it would never end. The air grew colder, and the faint, sweet smell of recycled oxygen filled my lungs. I leaned against the back wall of the small metal box; my hand automatically went to my stomach.I hadn't spoken about the child in days. In the middle of the gunshots, the high-speed chases, and the digital wars, I had tried to push the reality of my pregnancy into a quiet corner of my mind. I had treated the baby like a secret I had to protect, even from myself. But now, in the silence of the elevator, the baby moved. It was a small, sharp kick: a reminder that while I was fighting for my life, I was also a vessel for a life that Silas Hale already claimed to own.The doors slid open. We weren't in a dusty basement or a rough tunnel anymore. We were in a space that looked like it belonged in a high-end hospital. The floors were white, the walls were glass, and the lights were soft and blue."This way, Samantha," Silas s
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Chapter: Chapter 174 - In The Dead Of NightSilas Hale sat in the back of the black SUV, his gloved hands resting perfectly still on the silver head of his cane. To anyone watching, he looked like a man carved out of old, dark wood. He didn't blink as the rain lashed against the bulletproof glass. He didn't flinch as the driver took the corners of the Mission District with a sharp, violent speed.For forty years, Silas had lived in the spaces between the seconds. He had been a ghost, a name whispered in boardrooms, a shadow that moved money and lives across the globe. He had survived the death of his own era—the world of paper, ink, and secret handshakes—and moved into the world of light and speed. He had watched from his hidden estates as his family grew soft. He had watched as Eleanor turned his empire into a shield for her own fears. He had watched as Jason turned it into a playground for his own ego.He was not angry. Anger was a waste of energy. He was simply disappointed. He viewed his family like a watchmaker views a bro
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