Novels by Amanda Moonlight

Danielle’s POVI wake slowly to the sudden ache in my head. Not gently but slowly, like my body is dragging itself back from somewhere dark and heavy. My limbs right now feel wrong and distant. My throat burns, dry as ash, and when I swallow, pain scrapes down my chest like I’m swallowing broken glass.The first thing I register in the air once again after another long hour of sleep is the scent. Herbs. Medicine. And underneath it all—something faintly bitter on my lips.Poison.The word doesn’t frighten me anymore. It settles into my bones with a strange calm, like a truth I’ve already accepted.The ceiling above me is unfamiliar at first white linen drapes instead of the usual POP above, sunlight bleeding in through tall windows. The guest chambers are near the infirmary. That means I was unconscious for hours. Long enough for panic to ripple through the pack. Long enough for Rhett to tear the world apart looking for answers.I try to move but pain blo

Rhett’s POVTruth for some reason always has a way of bleeding slowly into one's veins. It never rushes. Never announces itself cleanly.It seeps. I learned that within the hours of today.The healers of my pack stand before me hours later in a tight line, eyes downcast, hands clasped like they’re praying I won’t tear the room apart. The air smells of crushed herbs and ash—antidotes still burning in bowls around the ward.While Danielle sleeps behind me. Alive and breathing. That is the only reason anyone in this room is still standing.“The poison,” I say, my voice level but coiled as I stare at them. “You said it was slipped into her food.”The lead herbalist nods. “Yes, Alpha.”“And?” I prompt as I watch her hesitate for a couple of minutes. I feel Zane stir inside me, impatience clawing at my spine.“And we’ve identified it,” she continues. “Moonshade derivative. Rare. Difficult to obtain.”My fists clench. “Only a handful of people in this pack could access it.”“Yes,” she agrees

Danielle’s POVI wake to the sound of breathing that isn’t mine.It’s slow. Measured. Too controlled.For a moment, I think I’m still dreaming. That I’m trapped somewhere between sleep and memory, between the world I know and the darkness that swallowed me whole.Then the pain arrives.Not sharp. Not sudden.It creeps.A dull ache coils through my chest, heavy and foreign, like something doesn’t belong inside me—and hasn’t for a while.My eyelids flutter.White.Everything is white.Ceiling. Walls. Curtains drawn tight against the light. The smell of antiseptic stings my nose, sharp and cold, cutting through the fog in my head.Hospital.The word lands slowly, settling in my chest with a quiet dread.I try to move.A mistake.My body protests instantly—muscles screaming, lungs burning as if I’ve swallowed smoke instead of air. A soft sound escapes my throat before I can stop it, barely more than a breath.Someone shifts beside me and I turn over to the sound of the voice. Still feelin

Rhett's POVThey herded us together like cattle, Devon and the surviving guards with me, the others sprawled on the ground, bloodied and weary. The ropes bit into my wrists, cutting off circulation, but I ignored it, scanning the area, counting their numbers, noting exits, everything my instincts screamed I should do.The man in charge, taller than most, stepped forward, expression unreadable behind a thin, cruel smile. He gestured to the remaining people, and the rest of our captors quickly rounded them up, tying them where we could see each other. The air was thick with fear and sweat, the stench of blood and damp earth mixing in a heavy haze.I raised my head, meeting the man’s eyes. “You should know something,” I said, voice steady despite the tension biting at my ribs. “I’m a very powerful alpha. Whatever your boss is offering to pay you, I can pay double. Triple, if I have to.” My mind raced, searching for leverage, any way to buy a few more moments, a chance to escape.His eyes

Danielle’s POVThe room falls silent immediately after I yell. Every head snaps toward me, wide-eyed, frozen in place like they’re suddenly aware of the walls closing in. The sudden stillness feels like a physical weight pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.Then, a staggered laugh cuts through the tension. Elara. Her dark hair falls messily over her shoulders, and there’s a faint flush in her cheeks. “Alright, alright, Danielle… chill out,” she slurs slightly, swaying as she leans against a nearby table. “It’s just a party. No need to—”I don’t flinch. Not an inch. “Chill out?” I snap, voice sharper than I intended. “Do you hear yourself? Do you understand what’s happening while Rhett is out there?”Elara blinks at me, then laughs again, a little louder this time, as if my anger is funny. “Come on, it’s just a little fun. You really need to relax.”“I said leave,” I growl, stepping closer. “Everyone. Out. Now. Down to the last person.”Her amusement falters, replaced

Danielle’s POVSeraphine’s hand tightens around mine as we weave through the crowd, Kaelen safe in the stroller pushed ahead by Aaliyah. Music pounds in the hall, a relentless beat, and the laughter and chatter around us feel like nails on a chalkboard to my nerves. Every instinct I have tells me this is not right.“Keep your eyes open,” Seraphine murmurs, her voice low and sharp. “She’ll be here somewhere.”I nod, scanning the throng of bodies, eyes darting from dancer to dancer. Then I see her. Elara. Dark hair whipping around her face as she moves with a careless grace, spinning and laughing, completely absorbed in the chaos. My chest tightens.“Got her,” I whisper. Seraphine doesn’t hesitate. She strides forward, and I follow, feeling the tension in the crowd shift as she pulls Elara to the side, away from the music and the throng. The abrupt movement draws a few surprised glances, but Seraphine doesn’t care.“Elara,” Seraphine hisses, voice sharp, eyes blazing. “What nonsense is