Novels by Luna Vex

~ IRENE POV ~ The murmurs changed, soft and approving. “Such a kind Alpha,” someone said. “Keeping her even after this.” I laughed again, the sound hollow, mocking myself. They didn’t know. They didn’t see the guards who watched me, the bruises he left, the way he forced me to bear children only to sacrifice them for his mistress. He didn’t want me to leave because I was his tool, his means to keep her alive.Before I could speak, a guard burst into the hall, his face pale. “Alpha,” he said, breathless. “We… we found this.”He rushed to Trenton, handing him a small, folded note. The music stopped, and silence fell, heavy and thick. Every eye was on Trenton as he opened the paper, his face unreadable at first. Then his expression darkened, and he turned to me, his eyes sharp enough to cut glass.Blue. Icy. Deadly.My pulse thudded against my ribs like a caged bird. “What… what is that?” My voice cracked like glass.Trenton’s lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. It was a blade, hon

***~~IRENE POV~~ ***Tonight, the grand hall was beautifully decorated and the light glowed under the chandeliers. Music swelled, a lively tune that filled the air. A banquet.A welcome celebration.For her.Amira. The celebration was already in full swing, a glittering spectacle to show the world she was back, whole and radiant, while I was left to rot in the shadows. I’d sworn I wouldn’t go, Not tonight. Not to watch them fawn over the woman who had bled me dry, who had stolen my life and left me hollow.The door opened without a knock.Trenton.He filled the doorway like a storm, his presence sucking the air from the room. His suit was black, sharp as a blade, his hair slicked back with cruel precision. His blue eyes raked over me with disdain, as if my very existence offended him.I ignored him, focusing on the coat I was knitting. “So now you're pretending I don’t exist?” he asked bitterly.I retorted coldly. “I don’t have to pretend when you’re already dead to me.”His jaw

*** ~~ IRENE POV ~~ *** Three years. Three endless, suffocating years of pain. I stared at my reflection in the copper pot as I scrubbed it, the soapy water stinging the raw cracks on my hands. The woman looking back wasn’t me. Her cheeks were hollow, her lips cracked, her eyes sunken in bruised shadows. The fiery-haired girl who once believed in love was dead. All that remained was this… shell. A ghost bound in flesh. During female gatherings, the other she-wolves whispered behind my back, their giggles sharp as knives, calling me “the broken Luna.” Even the men, who once stared with hunger, now looked through me, like I were nothing. I was nothing. If I refused Trenton, the guards would pin me down. If I swallowed a pill, he’d beat me until I bled. If I tried to die, they’d drag me back and lock me in a room until I begged for freedom I’d never get. Even my wolf, Kirsten, had left me. That fierce, loyal presence in my soul—the voice that once whispered stren

*** ~~ IRENE POV ~~ *** The walls of the bedroom were suffocating, even though the windows stood wide open, letting in the night breeze. I lay curled on the edge of the massive bed that had never felt like mine, arms wrapped around myself as if I could hold the broken pieces together. Tears blurred my vision, soaking the silk sheets beneath me. My daughter’s face haunted me. Her tiny, perfect features, her cries silenced forever. Gone. Slaughtered for Amira. The name burned like acid, twisting my grief into a raw, jagged wound. My hospital gown was gone, replaced by a thin nightgown, but I felt naked, exposed, my soul ripped open. I clutched the pillow, my sobs choking me, my chest so tight I thought it’d burst. The door creaked, and my breath caught. Heavy footsteps. Trenton. His silhouette filled the doorway, dark and towering, his white shirt crisp against his slacks, his handsome face a mask of cold stone. My grief ignited into fury, my voice raw as I sat

*** ~~IRENE~~ *** The rain was pounding outside, like it was trying to drown the world. Inside the ward, it was hot, too hot, and I was drowning in my own sweat and pain. My body felt like it was being torn apart, and I could barely see straight. The midwives were all around me, their voices loud, urgent. “Luna, push, push!” they kept saying, like I wasn’t already giving everything I had. I screamed, my throat raw, my eyes blurry with tears and sweat. I was so tired, but they wouldn’t let me stop. Sweat soaked my hospital gown, sticking to my skin like a second layer of agony. My screams ripped out of me, raw and desperate, my eyes stinging with tears and dizziness. I was drowning in this pain, but I clung to the hope that this moment—this baby—would fix everything. “Push, Luna, one more time!” one of them said, her hands steady on my knees. I gritted my teeth, my whole body shaking, and pushed with everything left in me. Then, all at once, the room filled with cri