Novels by Moonchild

Dear Readers, I can’t believe we’ve reached the end of Kelly’s story. Writing this book has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I know many of you have felt the highs and lows just as deeply as I have. Kelly’s journey wasn’t easy, there was pain, heartbreak, and moments where it seemed like happiness was out of reach. But through it all, she found strength, love, and a future worth fighting for. To everyone who stuck by this story, who cried, laughed, and rooted for Kelly, Aiden, Adrian, and even the complicated characters like Anderson and Kate, thank you. Your love and support mean everything. Though this book has ended, Kelly’s story will always live on in our hearts. And who knows? Maybe one day, there will be more to tell. But for now, I hope this ending brings you the closure and warmth that Kelly fought so hard to find. With love and gratitude, MOONCHILD.

Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. It’s perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrian’s family is here. After months of resentment and distance, they came. His mother, his father, Olivia, both watching with cautious but genuine smiles. Susan is here, standing with them, her expression warm, proud. And in the distance, I see Aiden straightening his suit, looking nervous and determined at the same time. Harper,

KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, I’m here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrian’s hand so tightly that I’m sure I’ve cut off his circulation. My body feels like it’s being torn apart, and yet, I push. “Just a little more, Kelly!” the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They aren’t the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. “You’re almost there,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. “I’ve got you.” Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or the overwhelming feeling that this moment is actually happening. And then, a sharp cry fills the room. My breath catches. The world seemed to stop. The doctor lifts a tiny, wriggling body into the air. “It’s a girl!” A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughter’s first sounds. I did it. She’s here. Adrian presses a

Kelly The morning is cold, the kind of D.C winter chill that seeps through the layers of your clothes and lingers deep in your bones. I clutch my coffee cup tighter, trying to soak in the warmth as I step out of the café. The city is alive as always, cars honking, people hurrying past, lost in their own worlds. And then I see her. At first, I didn't recognize the figure crouched near the side of the building, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the fabric frayed at the edges. Her hair is tangled, falling over a gaunt face. Her fingers, red from the cold, clutch a small cardboard sign. ‘Hungry. Please help.’My breath catches. Kate. She’s thinner than I remember. A shell of the woman she once was. She sits with her knees pulled close, gaze darting to every passerby, but no one stops. No one even looks at her. And I realize, this is what rock bottom looks like. For a long moment, I just stood there. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I move. She doesn’t notice me at fir

Kelly It happens on a quiet afternoon. Adrian and I are sitting on the couch, Harper curled up between us, absentmindedly flipping through a picture book while Adrian scrolls through emails on his phone. It’s peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. “My parents,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “They want to talk.” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Talk… as in?” “As in dinner. A sit-down conversation.” He shakes his head slightly, as if he’s still processing it himself. “They sent an invitation. No conditions. Just… a request to see me.” I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. His parents and I became a sore subject, one of the few places where his love for me had cost him something. I know how deeply it hurt him when they rej

KellyThe call came in the middle of the night. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. My first thought is that it’s Adrian, maybe he’s checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susan’s name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. “He’s gone,” she says softly. Two words. Just two words, and for a second, I feel absolutely nothing. I sit there in the dark, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind blank. I should have expected it, Anderson’s health had been failing, and yet… hearing it, knowing it’s real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, it’s different. Susan stays quiet, as if she knows I needed a moment. Then, like a wave finally crashing, it hits. A sharp, aching weight pressing down on my chest. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, and before I can stop it, I let out a small, choked sob. I feel Adrian shift be

CassianYou ever feel like you’re watching everything fall apart, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it?Yeah. That was today. It started with Jaxon.He was supposed to be at a simple meeting, they were board members, mostly humans. Just another day smoothing over scandals, convincing them everything was fine while the real battles, the ones that mattered, happened in the dark where they couldn't see.I wasn’t supposed to here, didn’t think I needed to be. But when I got the call from Ronan, tight voice, curt words, I knew something was wrong."Jaxon wants to see you," Ronan said. "Get here."By the time I shoved through the conference room doors, the air inside was filled with unease. The board members, polished men and women in sleek suits, were fidgeting, glancing at each other nervously. Jaxon stood at the head of the long table, hands braced on the glossy wood, eyes wild.You could feel his anger radiating the room, sharp, bitter, pissed. Humans couldn’t smell it, b

ElviraI used to think betrayal would always come dressed in family and black. With something obvious enough to run from. Elyra had reacted differently last night when I told her about it, was it that she didn’t know? Am I really a traitor for siding with Morrien?Today, my anxiety came with shopping bags and crumpled bills shoved into my hand like I was an afterthought. Ever since Alpha Jaxon claimed me publicly, I have not leaved the Pack Tower."Go get yourself something," Alpha Jaxon had said, barely meeting my eyes. Ronan will go with you."He tossed the cash onto the bed like it disgusted him to even hold it. And then he left without waiting for an answer. For a few minutes, I just stared at the pile of money, my heart sinking deeper with every tick of the clock.This was what I had become to him. A burden to buy off. Something to dress up and hide away so he could deal with more important problems.I was stupid for thinking it would be different coming here with him, and I was

JaxonThe city had turned into a ticking bomb. Every day, Elvira’s life was hanging by a thinner thread. And if I didn’t act fast, the whole damn Tower would come down on top of us.That's why I called the meeting. In secret. No council, no scribes, no pretty speeches.Just Alphas. The real rulers of this city.The ones who knew what it cost to keep a pack alive when enemies circled and your own people sharpened knives behind your back.We gathered in an abandoned steelworks on the west side of Morrien territory. A building too broken to eavesdrop through, too isolated to stumble on by accident.The other Alphas arrived one by one, cloaked in shadows.Laric of Blackthorn. Ilaria of Crescent Hollow. Malik of Ironfang. Even Cael of Hollowstone dragged his aging carcass out of retirement to see what the hell was going on.They eyed me warily as I stood at the center of the room, arms folded, voice low and lethal."You all know why you're here," I said.They said nothing. Means they und

DericIf there’s one thing I learned growing up with Jaxon, it’s this: You don’t trust easily.Especially not people who smile too sweet. Especially not people who hide too much.I leaned against the second-floor balcony, arms crossed over my chest, watching the secret training ring below. Officially, I was there to secretly “observe” the sessions. Unofficially? I was watching them. Kale and Elyra.Wait! They know each other? And from my angle, Elyra didn’t seem uncomfortable too.Kale moved like a fighter bred for war, quick, ruthless, precise. Every strike was sharp. Every dodge, a sign of violence barely contained.Elyra was just as dangerous. Not because she was stronger. Because she made you forget she was. Her movements were almost lazy, fluid, deceptive, until she snapped out like a whip and nearly caught Kale off guard. Nearly.Kale grinned, feral, and ducked low, sweeping her legs out from under her. She went down hard onto the mats, a grunt escaping her lips. I expected

Jaxon I stood on the rooftop balcony of Pack Tower, staring out over the city I was about to light on fire.Below me, the Grand Square was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, witches, shifters, council members, rival packs, all buzzing with barely contained chaos.Tonight, I wasn't just claiming Elvira. I was declaring war."You're insane," Ronan muttered behind me, adjusting the ceremonial sword at his belt."Maybe," I said, sliding my jacket over my shoulders. "But if we don't move first, Bloodmoon will come for us”He didn’t argue, he knew I was right.Since moving back into the city, we had been surrounded on all sides by enemies dressed as politicians and businessmen. Alphas who once groveled at my father’s feet now shared alliances behind closed doors. Bloodmoon, Rivershade, even the lesser packs, they were all waiting for me to fall.They thought bringing a "wild country Luna" into the heart of Morrien territory would weaken me. Idiots. They hadn't met Elvira yet."It's time," said

Celina I could feel his eyes on me again. Even across the crowded conference room at Pack Tower, Cassian's gaze kept moving toward me, lingering just a little too long. I knew it wasn’t innocent. Not after everything.I shoved the reports harder into my briefcase, pretending I didn’t notice. Pretending my heart wasn’t a live wire under my skin. When the meeting ended and the alphas and their advisors began filing out, Cassian made his move. "Celina," he said, voice low and far too familiar.I didn't turn around."What?" I said coldly."We need to talk."I laughed bitterly, finally facing him. "Now you want to talk? After months of skulking around behind Jaxon's leash?"His jaw clenched. "It’s not like that.""Isn't it?" I snapped. "Tell me, Cassian, when did you decide betraying your own people was easier than using that big brain of yours?"For a second, I saw a flicker of hurt in his dark eyes. But it passed too quickly, buried under the cool scholar's mask he wore so well.Ca

EloiseThe world felt smaller these days, tight even, suffocating, like it was closing in on me. Every corner I turned, Jennifer’s name stared back at me, mocking me. Billboards with her smug face smiled down from above, flashing the latest collection of “her” jewelry designs. My designs. Pieces I’d spent months perfecting, only for her to steal them right from under me. It wasn’t just the ads. It was everywhere. Social media, magazines, even casual conversations overheard at the coffee shop. Her success was a constant reminder of my failure. A reminder of how I’d let her, and everyone else win. I clutched my mug tightly, staring blankly at the TV as another ad played, showcasing Jennifer’s “brilliant new collection.” My fingers tightened around the ceramic until I thought it might crack. “She’s everywhere,” I muttered under my breath, the bitterness dripping from my words. “How does she keep getting away with this?” “Because she’s good at playing the victim,” Ava said from ac

Lucian I leaned back in the leather chair, staring out at the skyline of the city. The view from my office always gave me a sense of power, as if I could control the world with the snap of my fingers. And I could. Or at least, I could control the ventures of Eloise. The thought of her made my jaw tighten. I couldn't believe the audacity of her, thinking she could stand up to me like this. All these years, I’d held the reins, guided her, shaped her into who she was. And yet, since the divorce, she’d changed. Or maybe she hadn’t changed at all. Maybe I had just missed it. Eloise had always been strong-willed. It’s one of the reasons I’d married her. She wasn’t like the others, docile, eager to please. She had a fire in her, a determination that I thought I could tame, bend to my will. She didn’t care for all the things I could give her—money, power, prestige, although her family was quite wealthy then. Or maybe she was after something deeper. That’s what made her different. And it

Eloise I stood there, my body frozen, fists clenched at my sides as Lucian held Max in his arms, like he had every right to be here. Max’s innocent smile nearly shattered my anger. He had no idea the kind of man Lucian was, the kind of betrayal he represented. My son saw only a father who was too busy to care for him, returning as though nothing had happened. Lucian met my gaze, unbothered, like he had every right to speak as if he’d been here for him all along. “No, Max, your mom and I weren’t fighting,” he said, his tone too calm. “We were just talking about something serious.” I wanted to yell, to drag him out of here by the collar, but I couldn’t. Not in front of Max. Not when my son still clung to the hope that his father wasn’t the stranger he’d become. I swallowed down the rage building in my chest, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “Max, sweetheart, why don’t you go to bed now? It's late,” I said, my words soft but clipped, betraying the storm inside me.

Eloise The house was quiet except for Max’s giggles upstairs as he played with the toy car I’d brought him. I was in the kitchen humming an old tune, my way of distracting myself from all the chaos I had dragged into the house. It was supposed to be a calm evening. I’d finally gotten a chance to pick up Max after all the drama of the past few days. Holding him in my arms had felt like a balm to my soul. A sudden knock startled me out of my thoughts. Frowning, I went to the door. When I opened it, Mike was there, his face etched with concern. He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he stepped in and wrapped me in a tight hug, his warmth seeping into me. When he pressed a kiss to my forehead, it felt like the world around me melted away, just for a moment. I let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing here?” He pulled back, his hands still on my shoulders as he looked me over. “I needed to see you, you weren't picking up.” His voice was soft, yet firm, the way it always wa

Eloise The questions were becoming too much. The press crowded closer, their microphones like weapons pointed at me, demanding answers I didn’t have. Jennifer’s voice rose above the cacophony, smooth and laced with fake sorrow. “All I’ve ever wanted was to support Eloise,” she said, her crocodile tears shedding uncontrollably “We’re sisters, after all. But how do you reconcile with someone who hates you for no reason? And now… this?” She gestured toward her designs—my designs like they were some divine gift she’d crafted from her soul. My chest tightened, I couldn’t breathe. A client who had been eagerly discussing a purchase earlier suddenly turned away, whispering to her companion. Their eyes darted toward me, judgment heavy in their expressions. It was Jennifer’s words, It was always her words. She knew how to wield them like a knife, slicing through my composure, my reputation. Tears burned my eyes, streaking down my face before I could stop them. No! Not in front of these

Eloise The exhibition hall shimmered under the glow of soft elegant lighting, reflecting off the display cases that housed my jewelry pieces. Each one carried months of hard work, sleepless nights, and relentless determination. This moment was supposed to be mine to prove that I could stand on my own without Lucian, without anyone. I stood behind my display, forcing a composed smile as people filtered through, their voices blending into a distant hum. I should’ve been happy with the small victories, the approving glances, the murmurs of admiration, but anxiety sat heavy in my stomach. And then I saw them. Lucian and Jennifer walked in together, arm in arm. My ex-husband and my stepsister, the perfect picture of betrayal wrapped in designer suits and feigned sophistication. Jennifer’s smile was wide, as if she hadn’t stolen everything from me. Lucian leaned in, whispering something to her, and she laughed softly, her head tilting in that practiced demure way. My heart clenched