LUNA OF ASHES [THE MOON GODDESS RISES AGAIN]
“ Marry me Alpha Nikolai.”
Once, she was born to rule.
The Moon Goddess’s chosen Luna — fierce, revered, untouchable. Her voice commanded packs, her presence demanded loyalty. When she chose to marry the broken Omega no one wanted, the world called her merciful. She called it love.
She gave him everything — her name, her crown, her power — and in return, he gave her ruin.
He rose on her strength, wore her title, and when the time came, he turned his claws on her. Her mate. Her king. The man she made Alpha.
Left for dead and stripped of her mark, she vanished into the wild. But a Luna never dies quietly.
Now she’s back — colder, deadlier, reborn in blood and moonlight. The pack that mourned her will kneel again, but this time, not for love or mercy. For fear.
Because the Luna he betrayed isn’t coming home to forgive him.She’s coming back to burn his kingdom to ash.
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Chapter: I Cannot Lose YouNIKOLAI VOLKOV I stayed there in the pool, afraid to face my fears, or the guilt that remained in my mind. The water had gone cold by the time I dragged myself out of the pool. I stood dripping on the stone tiles, staring at the rippling surface like it might give me answers. My chest still carried the hurt from the previous night, the poison slowed but not gone. I could still feel her. Liora’s hands. Her mouth. The way my body had betrayed me even when my mind was screaming to stop. The way I hadn’t been able to stop her. I pressed the heel of my hand against my sternum, hard enough to bruise, trying to crush the memory down. It didn’t work. I dressed slowly, fresh tunic, fresh pants, fresh cloak. Every movement pulled at the wound. Shame filled my mind, it reminded me of how I had failed to uphold my vows to my wife. I couldn’t tell her, hell I wouldn’t do that to her. How do even open about having sex with Liora, she would break down. Katherine had already carried
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
Chapter: The King's BetrayalNIKOLAI VOLKOV When I regained consciousness the next morning, pain hit me first. It was sharp. Burning. Deep in my chest.Then came a scent I couldn't recognize. My eyes snapped open.The ceiling above me wasn’t mine. It looked nothing like my chamber. I shifted my gaze and she froze as my eyes met with a naked body next to mine. Liora.I jerked upright, ignoring the way pain ripped through my chest.“What the hell…”My voice came out rougher than expected. Liora stirred beside me, stretching slowly like she had nowhere else to be, like this—this—was normal.How did this happen? What was I even thinking.“Good,” she murmured, her voice soft with satisfaction. “You’re awake.”I stared at her.My gaze moved from the disheveled sheets. Her bare skin. The marks on my body that had nothing to do with the fight.Memory didn’t come all at once. It crept in slowly. Her hands on me her voice and my body failing to respond to her advances the entire night. “What did you do?” I asked, m
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Chapter: Shattered VowsNIKOLAI VOLKOV The palace felt different after the fire, almost like everyone was walking on eggshells. Afraid of what might happen next. I made certain that Katherine slept in our chambers, it was one thing to live freely. We could not afford any casualties. Not now that the elders would do anything to separate us.The council’s demands still rang in my ears. Elena’s voice. The elders’ silence. The unspoken threat: we need an heir, or we replace you.I couldn’t give them what they wanted.I wouldn’t. But I also couldn’t keep pretending I knew how to win this fight alone.I needed answers. Not prophecies or warnings. I needed Facts, history to back my claims. The kind my father never shared. The old man thought knowledge was weakness. He believed that if people knew little about you, they have nothing to fight. I went to the one place no one ever entered anymore. The royal archive. The walk there was slow. The archive lay at the eastern tower, narrow stone stairs, a single iro
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Chapter: Mine To LoveKATHERINE ASHFORD “I think I can handle it.” I said and tried to go close but Nikolai held me back.“Stay back—”“No.” I whispered softly and he listened. “It’s not trying to burn the room anymore. It’s trying to show me something.”The flames snapped higher at my voice—almost in recognition.I raised my bandaged hands. Blood seeped through the cloth again, fresh and bright. I didn’t hesitate. I let it drip—willingly—onto the stone floor.The shadows surged forward, not wild this time, but controlled. They flowed into the fire quenching the flames from the inside. The died—leaving only smoke and the faint smell of scorched herbs. The altar stood untouched.I stared at it, chest heaving.Nikolai was beside me in an instant, sword still drawn, eyes scanning every corner of the room.Nora stood besides us the entire time. The servants moved around, trying to find answers to what had just happened. “Are you okay!” He asked kissing my forehead lovingly.“Spirit-touched,” Nora said as s
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Chapter: An Attack Beyond The ProphecyKATHERINE ASHFORD We got back to traveling the next morning. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I was worried even if I knew my powers had the ability to hold him for sometime. At least until we arrived at the cave. “You're quiet.” Nikolai said with a smile on his face. “I'm worried. I just want all of this to end. I've never had a peaceful life. Everyday feels like I'm running from the shadows of my past, from decisions I should never have made in the first place. Giving Dominic the position of Alpha, is a decision I would regret for the rest of my life.” I said and he smiled. “It's okay to feel that way. But what's not okay is you blaming yourself for something you had no control over. It was bound to happen, no matter how much you try to fight it, evil would always try to prevail.” He said and I nodded. “I think we have arrived.” Nora announced as she dismounted her horse. We stared at the cave in front of us. Indeed the witches had done a good job in changing their hideout ag
Last Updated: 2026-03-12
Chapter: We Finish This TogetherTHIRD PERSON'S POV True to their words, they set out on the journey the next morning, accompanied by Nora. They rode hard for two days three horses cutting through forest. Led by Nora's map, the one her mother had left. Katherine rode in the middle, Nikolai ahead, Nora behind. No banners. No escort. Just the both of them. They didn’t speak about the matter at hand. They didn’t need to. Every heartbeat felt borrowed.On the third morning, they were crossing a narrow path when the first howl echoed through the quiet forest. Not a pack howl. It felt Rogue. Feral and starved.Six wolves burst from behind the tall buehes. Wild-eyed. Nikolai's eyes moved to their neck where they had no markings. No allegiance to any pack, just hunger and madness.It was expected of wolves without a pack so he wasn't even surprised. Nikolai spun his horse, sword already drawn. “Stay behind me!”The first wolf leaped for Katherine.She didn’t hesitate. Shadows snapped outward from her hands black whi
Last Updated: 2026-03-07
BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE
She was supposed to be the thief who stole from his empire.
Instead, she became his wife.
Arielle Vasquez wakes up bound to Matteo Moretti—a tattooed, ruthless enforcer of the Moretti clan, a bastard son burning with rage and a hunger for validation. Their marriage is a punishment, a cage of suspicion and hate. He sees her as a liar, a liability. She sees him as the enemy who stole her freedom.
But the first night changes everything.
She gasped as Matteo pinned her against the wall of their wedding suite, his breath hot against her throat, ink-dark eyes devouring her defiance.
“You think you can play games with me, little thief?” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips, possessive, punishing. “I’ll break you before you break me.”
Arielle lifts her chin, lips brushing his ear in a whisper. “Try it. I dare you.”
As secrets unravel and betrayals cut deeper, the line between enemy and obsession blurs. Every touch during late-night raids, every heated argument that ends with her back against a wall and his mouth crashing down on hers, pulls them closer to surrender.
But the real danger isn’t the Russians closing in.
It’s the heartless man who’s starting to want her more than revenge.
And the woman who’s beginning to crave the darkness he offers.
In a world built on blood and power, love is the deadliest weapon of all.
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Chapter: The Russian ChaseTHIRD PERSON'S POV The living room felt smaller now, the silence was suffocating as Yvonne pointed her gun at them. Yvonne's nine-millimeter didn't waver. The barrel stayed locked on Lydia's chest like it had a personal grudge against her. "Apologize," she repeated. "Or I start redecorating. Starting with that fake smile."Lydia's lips trembled. Jake looked like he might faint. Celeste just stared, cigarette forgotten between her fingers, ash crumbling to the floor."I'm... sorry," Lydia forced out, barely a whisper."Louder," Yvonne snapped. "My girl deserves to hear it.""I'm sorry, Arielle," Lydia said, eyes darting to the floor. "You're not... pathetic."Yvonne snorted. "Close enough. Now talk. All of you. The gold. Giselle. Why the hell did you sell Arielle out like yesterday's trash?"“And here I thought I was unlucky on my wedding day when the Morretti's stormed the event.” Celeste finally moved, stubbing out the cigarette on the arm of the couch without care for the burn
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Chapter: Mafia GirlArielle’s POVThe next morning arrived too quickly. I moaned softly as my eyes fluttered open, the sheets tangled around my legs. The room was quiet, too quiet. It dawned on me that Matteo was gone. I sat up, frowning at the empty side of the bed. That man is something else. One minute he’s killing without blinking, the next he’s carrying me like I’m made of glass. And I still don’t know what to do with any of it.I decided—for now—to stop thinking about him. Whatever reason our paths crossed, I had to believe it was destiny. Some twisted, blood-soaked destiny, but destiny all the same.“Arielle!” Yvonne’s voice cut through the silence as she barged into the room without knocking, already dressed in a sleek black jumpsuit that screamed trouble.“You’re still in bed, girl? Breakfast was over an hour ago.” She planted her hands on her hips, frowning dramatically.“Where’s Matteo?” I asked, rubbing sleep from my eyes.Yvonne’s frown instantly turned into a teasing grin. “Ohhh, don’t t
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
Chapter: I'll Own Your Heart Don MatteoARRIELE'S POV “Nice to finally meet you, Arielle,” she says, removing her mask.I suck in a breath.“It’s not so nice to finally see you, Giselle. How could you? I can’t believe you know me and I had no idea you existed until I was kidnapped to be your replacement.”“My replacement, huh?” She tilts her head. “Didn’t your precious stepmother tell you who I am?”I stare at her, confusion crashing over me. “My stepmother? What does she have to do with this mess?”I wonder what dirty game Giselle is trying to play.“I’m not here to answer your stupid questions, Arielle.” She steps backward, eyes never leaving mine.“Giselle, you can’t just leave. Go tell Matteo the truth. I can’t keep staying here when you’re the one they want. You’re ruining my life!”“Ruining your life?” She laughs softly. “Come on, Arielle. Don’t pretend you don’t like the Don. Just endure all of this… for the time being.”I glare daggers at her. “You’re insane. I’m not a whore, and I refuse to stay with the Don when
Last Updated: 2026-03-17
Chapter: At The Masquerade ballArielle’s POVI knew Matteo was furious with me. He’d spent the entire ride to the event frowning, jaw clenched, eyes fixed out the window like he could burn holes through the glass. And God help me, I loved every second of it.He had no right to be mad anyway. As far as I was concerned, I was only his wife on paper.When the limo pulled up to the hotel, the driver eased us into the valet line. I wasn’t surprised to see both of his brothers already there—Nikolai with a tall, elegant woman on his arm, Frederico with two escorts, one on each side. One thing I’d noticed about the Morettis: none of them believed in love or real companionship. Frederico didn’t even pretend to hide it.Vincenzo had ruined his sons, I knew it from that dinner I spent with the family. We all slipped on our masks before stepping out. Matteo’s was black velvet, simple and severe. Mine crimson feathers curling around the edges matched the dress I’d chosen to spite him.He offered his arm without a word. I took
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Chapter: Touch Me Don MatteoMatteo’s POVThe sitting room smelled of cigar smoke and whiskey.I sat in the high-backed leather chair at the head of the low table, legs crossed, fingers drumming once on the armrest before stilling. Xavier lounged across from me, one ankle propped on his knee, swirling his drink like the world wasn’t about to explode tonight. Frederico leaned against the fireplace, arms folded, watching everything with that lazy predator smile of his. Nikolai sat beside him glasses low on his nose, tablet in hand, already running perimeter checks for the ball like it was a war zone.Because it was.“Viktor’s confirmed the meet,” he said without looking up. “He’ll have eyes on the Russians inside the ballroom. Two of his best—discreet. If Giselle shows, we’ll know within minutes.”Xavier snorted. “If she shows. The girl's been a ghost for months. Probably halfway to Dubai counting your gold.”“She’s not counting shit,” I said quietly. “She probably gave it to someone more powerful.”Xavier ra
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Chapter: You Will Beg Me To Take YouArielle’s POVI groaned as my eyes fluttered open. Morning already. My head pounded like someone had taken a hammer to it.The room was silent. Matteo was nowhere in sight.I dragged myself out of bed, slipped on his oversized slippers, and sighed heavily.“You will grace my bed.”“You will bear me children.”His words flashed through my mind again. I groaned in pure frustration, rubbing my arms angrily.Matteo needed to pay. He needed to choke on his own ego after everything he’d done to me.I’d had my whole life planned before he kidnapped me.After a quick shower, I returned to the room, and there he was.Sitting on the couch, laptop open, sipping coffee like a king. Dressed in crisp white, diamond rings glinting on his fingers. Handsome. Arrogant. Untouchable.He dropped a stack of papers on the table with a deliberate thud, and leaned back on the chair.I glared.If I had my way, I’d yank that luscious hair and slap his pretty face until his nose broke.“Why are you glaring at me
Last Updated: 2026-03-17
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