Novels by muna

​Silence settled over the forest again. The stranger slowly turned around, his gaze locking onto mine. For a few heavy seconds, neither of us spoke.​Then his eyes drifted down to the bloody wound on my collarbone, and his expression hardened. "Who did that to you?"​I instinctively covered the injury. "No one."​He raised an eyebrow. "That's fresh blood."​"I know."​"You're injured."​"I'm aware."​His gaze dropped to my bare, mud-caked feet. "You're missing a shoe. You're going to die out here."​There was no sympathy in his voice—just cold, hard fact.​My jaw tightened. "I've survived worse."​Something unreadable flickered in his eyes. "Have you?"​I didn't answer.​When he took a step toward me, I immediately raised a trembling hand. "Don't."​He stopped instantly. "I won't hurt you."​I let out a breathless, bitter chuckle. "That's what everyone says."​"Everyone?" he echoed, his eyes narrowing slightly.​I looked away, refusing to speak Kael's name. The stranger crouched down

Chapter Six: The Rain and the Rogue​I had no memory of how long I walked.​Maybe minutes. Maybe hours.​After the iron gates of the Bloodmoon Pack slammed shut behind me, time seemed to lose all meaning. I only remembered the rain. It fell relentlessly, soaking through my ruined gown until the delicate white silk clung to my skin like a cold shroud. Mud splashed up my legs with every agonizing step, and the raw wound on my collarbone burned beneath the frigid water.​But none of it mattered. I kept walking. Because turning back meant facing the truth: there was nothing behind me anymore.​No home. No husband. No title. No pack.​Nothing.​My fingers tightened around the heavy cloak I had somehow managed to keep hold of—the only thing they had allowed me to leave with.​No, that wasn't entirely true. I still had one thing.​My hand drifted slowly to my stomach.​My baby.​A sob caught in my throat. I stumbled to a halt beneath the crooked branches of an enormous oak tree and leaned he

​The crowd’s roar was no longer just anger; it was a rhythmic, pulsing demand for blood.​“Traitor!”​“Banish her!”​“Execute the poisoner!”​The chants bounced off the ancient stone walls of the courtyard, vibrating directly into my chest. I couldn't breathe. My hand remained frozen over my stomach, shielding the tiny, secret life growing inside me from the violent waves of hatred washing over the dais. A life Kael would never know about. A child who was being condemned before its heart had even fully formed.​Kael turned back to face the assembly, his arms still supporting Seraphina. He looked every bit the dark god of judgment—impenetrable, cruel, and absolute.​"Silence!"​His command crashed over the courtyard with the force of a sonic boom. The pack fell instant, terrified silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.​He looked at me, his eyes dead and unreadable. "Lyra of the Crescent Pack. By order of the Alpha, you are stripped of your rank, your title, and your mark."​A

​Seraphina's smile widened, sharp and glittering like broken glass.​"My Alpha," she purred softly, resting a delicate, pale hand against Kael's forearm. "Perhaps... we should hear what she has to say. We wouldn't want anyone thinking we were unfair."​Her sweet, magnanimous tone fooled everyone. To the pack, she looked like a saint. To me, she looked like a predator playing with its food.​Kael looked down at me, his features hard as granite. "You have one minute."​One minute.​Three years of fidelity, three years of sleepless nights managing his territory, three years of unconditional love... reduced to sixty seconds on a executioner's block.​I took a shaky breath, my fingers instinctively curling over my lower abdomen. "I..."​The word died in my throat. This wasn't how I had dreamed of telling him. I had imagined a quiet morning in our chambers. I had imagined the rare, beautiful sight of his stoic face breaking into a smile. I had imagined placing his large, scarred hand over m

​I had no memory of how I escaped the council hall.​One moment, I was standing beneath the suffocating weight of hundreds of staring eyes. The next, I was floating through the endless, echoing corridors of the palace like a ghost.​The parchment confirming my pregnancy was still clutched in my fist. It was crumpled and creased now, a physical manifestation of how violently my world had just shaken.​Slowly, I lowered my gaze to my stomach.​"Our baby..." A single, hot tear slipped down my cheek, splashing onto the wrinkled paper. "No matter what happens... I will protect you. I promise."​A sharp knock shattered the silence of my chambers.​"Luna?" It was Mira, my personal maid, her voice trembling. "You've been summoned."​I scrambled to wipe away the dampness on my cheeks, desperately swallowing the sob rising in my throat. "Summoned?"​"Yes, Luna. The Moon Assembly begins in less than an hour. Every ranked wolf in the territory has already gathered in the courtyard."​An hour.​Ka

​The grand hall remained deathly silent, the air so thick it felt hard to breathe. At my feet, the parchment announcing my pregnancy lay forgotten, face-down on the polished stone floor.​My gaze never wavered from the woman standing beside my husband.​Seraphina.​The dead woman who had somehow crawled out of her grave.​She was even more beautiful than the bittersweet stories whispered by the pack elders. Long, ebony hair framed a flawless, porcelain face, and her emerald eyes sparkled with absolute confidence. Her lips curved into a tiny, victorious smile—the smile of a woman who knew she had won before I even entered the room.​Kael's arm remained locked around her waist. He didn't tighten his grip, but he didn't let go either. He held her like a prized possession.​My chest tightened until it ached. "Kael..." My voice cracked, the sound painfully small in the vast room. "What is the meaning of this?"​His expression didn't soften. The warmth he usually maintained for the public w