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FROM SLAVE TO LUNA SCARS AND SECRETS
Serena.It’s been days since I saw them, Isabel and Luther. Days since I stood outside her door with the image of them making love burning into my mind.I haven’t told anyone. Not about what I saw. Not about what I felt. Not even about the kiss that still lingers like a curse on my lips.I bury myself in my secret training, errands, anything that will keep my mind from spiraling. I feel empty inside, I know it might be because of Tristan's continuous cold attitude towards me, despite being mates, or it may be because Thorne no longer looks at me or acknowledges me. It may also be due to the fact that my childhood love, Luther didn't work out and now he is also not in good terms with me. Either way, the emptiness keeps on eating me from inside out, and although I should be worried, it is better to feel numb than to bear the pain in my heart.One afternoon, I run into Isabel behind the manor. She’s tending the moonflowers that only bloom when the night air is still. She straightens w
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Serena.“We need to talk Serena”, Thorne says as he barges into the quarters. I hold my breath expecting the worse and formulating lies in my head as to why Luther is with me.However, he’s gone. One second Luther is standing right next to me in the quarters. The next… the space is empty. “It's about what we said earlier”. Thorne murmurs scratching behind his ears, totally oblivious to what just happened.I barely have time to respond when another voice interrupts. “Serena.”It's Tristan. Of course.He storms in behind Thorne like he owns the damn room. His eyes flick to Thorne, and then back to me with that same old disgust curling on his lips.“You were supposed to clean the eastern baths this evening. They reek of wolf sweat,” he says coldly, his arms folding.I stammer, “I—I forgot. I’m sorry, I’ll get to it now—”Thorne’s jaw ticks, but he says nothing. He turns his back and walks out.I cannot just watch him go again, so I run to him this time, my heart beating too fast for
Last Updated : 2025-04-11FROM SLAVE TO LUNA EYES THAT SEE TOO MUCH
Serena.“Did he come?” Thorne’s voice cracks through the quiet, jagged and heavy like a stone hurled into still water. I freeze, breath catches in my chest, a thousand answers crawling up my throat.“Who?” I ask, though I already know who I think he means.His eyes meet mine, searching. “The traitor. The one who took Sylvaine?.” He pauses. “You keep glancing at the door and you have the same expression you had when she was taken.”Relief comes sharp and fast but guilt rides in its shadow. Because yes, some part of me was waiting. Waiting for the crash of another storm, the familiar sting of Tristan gaze. For someone I had no right still thinking about.“No,” I whisper, my voice barely there. “He didn’t come, he escaped.”Thorne’s expression doesn't shift. He doesn't ask for more. Instead, he leaned forward, cupped my jaw in his calloused hand, and kissed me again. The kind of kiss that tried to forget the world. I let myself get lost in it, just for a moment longer.But even now, part
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Serena.I cannot breathe.The smirk on Tristan’s face is gone by the time I blink, replaced with his usual mask of cold detachment. But I had felt it, heard him. The mate bond, raw and undeniable, had reached for me like an unseen tether. “I know what you’re doing.”The words echo again and again inside me, louder than the music or the chatter around the table. I force myself to move, to pour wine into a goblet with my shaky hands.“Don’t look back”. “Don’t falter”. “Just finish your task”. I mumble to myself the rest of the night.I leave the high table with my pulse thundering in my ears. I can feel his eyes still on me, like a blade pressed against my back.By the time I slip into the servant’s passageway, I am trembling. Not just with fear, but confusion. Did he know? About the pendant? About the resistance? About Thorne?Gods. About me?I press my hand to my chest, as if I can stop my heart from revealing more than it should. The bond is supposed to be dormant, suppressed since
Last Updated : 2025-04-14FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE THINGS WE BURY
Serena.The air in the greenhouse is still thick with his scent. With the ghost of a kiss I hadn’t asked for but hadn’t refused. My lips still tingle, not from pleasure, but from the confusion that now coils inside me like smoke trapped in glass. I lean back against the planter, staring up at the dark, dripping glass above.He kissed me.Tristan Sinclair kissed me, not his wolf, but himself. Not Thorne. Not the one who had stayed beside me through fire and loss. But Tristan. The one I should hate. The one I tried to hate.And gods help me, a part of me had kissed him back.I don’t go back to my room. I don’t trust myself to sleep. Instead, I wander through the garden paths, past the sleeping blooms, my mind replaying his words again and again.You’re playing a dangerous game, Serena. And you’re not the only one getting burned.What did he mean by that? Was it jealousy? Was it a warning?Or was it something else, something darker?By the time I return to the manor, dawn is beginning t
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Serena.The whole meeting hall is as silent as a graveyard. Everyone is holding their breath as if a single exhale would cause the beast that is Thorne to tear them apart.His wolf is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, twice the size it should be, fur the color of the darkest night, eyes burning like lightning. This isn't just a shift, is this his power? growing to an unimaginable size? I don't know what terrifies me more: that no one dares to move, or that deep in my bones, I can feel that something is wrong.Suddenly, Tristan moves. He steps in front of me and shifts. It happens in a blink. His wolf is sleek, silver with streaks of black, not as large as Thorne’s, but pulsing with a power that makes the walls vibrate.And he stands in front of me. Protects me. Tristan has never protected me. He barely tolerates me. But now, his body is a shield between mine and his brother’s fury.Something has changed. Thorne’s growl vibrates through the chamber like an earthquake. He doesn't lunge,
Last Updated : 2025-04-17FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE GREEN EYED SPY
Serena.I don’t remember backing away from the door. I don’t remember the stone walls pressing cold against my spine, or the way my knees buckled slightly. I only remember the sound of his laugh.Tristan’s laugh. A soft, real belly laugh. He is actually laughing. Not the sharp, hollow thing I’d grown used to. Not the version of him the world sees, untouchable, distant. This laugh had warmth. And it wasn’t meant for me.I shouldn’t care. But gods, I do.And her, Athea. The girl who is justa slave like me. The one who talked my ear off as we trudged along to the stronghold, who disappeared without a trace.What is she doing here? And why is Tristan touching her like she belongs to him?I don’t confront them. I can’t. Not yet. I slip away like a shadow in the hallway, my chest burning with more than just confusion.By morning, my headache feels like it’s carved itself into my skull. I shove my emotions down as best I can and move through my duties like a ghost, but I can feel Sylvaine
Last Updated : 2025-04-18FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE BLOOD BETWEEN US
Serena.I don’t, can't sleep. Not even a little. Midnight feels like a lifetime away, but still not enough time to process what just happened.Lyra. Could she be related to me? No, there has to be some mistake. A spy, a resistance agent, sure. But my blood?I pace the room in restless circles, clutching the pendant that’s been with me since childhood like it might bite back. I’d always thought it was a relic, a trinket my mother left behind. Something precious, yes, but meaningless.Now? It means everything.The moon climbs higher, fat and full, casting a cold glow through my window like it’s watching me, judging me.By the time I slip out of the manor, I’m a storm waiting for the right time to wreak havoc.The chapel is silent and in ruins. Its stained-glass windows shattered, pews half-buried in dust. Moonlight filters through the broken roof, lighting the altar like something sacred still lingers here.Lyra is already waiting by the time I get there. Her cloak is pulled low and she
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FROM SLAVE TO LUNA BLOODLINES AND BETRAYALS
Serena.The cold stone floor bites into my knees as we’re forced to kneel, wrists bound behind our backs with cords that hum faintly with magic. Thorne struggles beside me, his muscles straining against the enchanted ropes, but they only tighten in response.Athea stands before us like a queen before her court, red cloak flaring, hair wild, eyes glowing with unnatural fire.“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whisper. “You were helping us.”Her gaze softens, barely. “I spared you for a little while longer.”Thorne growls. “You used us. You lied.”She sighs and steps closer, crouching so her face is level with mine. “No, cousin. I protected you. I delayed the Rite for you.”“Cousin?” I echo. “That wasn't just a part of your lies and deceit?Thorne stiffens. “What?”She tilts her head. “You never wondered why we looked alike?” Her fingers brush my cheek, almost tender. “We share blood, Serena. Our mothers were sisters. Daughters of Raelor.”The name strikes like thunder. “No,” I breathe
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Serena.Athea’s hood falls back, and for a moment, no one breathes. Her white hair glows like snow in torchlight, her green eyes that look too much like mine seem calm, drawing whoever cares to gaze at them in.Thorne’s sword doesn’t lower. “Athea?” She stands her ground, voice steady. ““Your father made enemies on both sides of the Gate, Serena. You’re just starting to see the truth.”.”I stare at her, heart pounding. “What are you talking about?”Athea doesn’t look at me. Her gaze is fixed on Thorne. “I’ve been working undercover. With Alpha Prince Tristan.”“Tristan?” I echo. “He sent you?”Thorne’s jaw clenches. “You’re a spy?”“A scout,” she counters coolly. “A volunteer. The prince received whispers months ago, rumors about a cult rooted in Raelor’s old worship. When I joined the manor's slaves, he recognized the symbol, just like this one etched in my amulet. It matched one carved on the wall of a ruined stronghold in the mountains. I knew the whispers were true and wanted answ
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE WOLF’S WILL
Serena.Sylvaine disappears into the manor before I can ask questions. That night, I barely sleep. My dreams are filled with red cloaks, flickering torches, and the hollow echo of a chant that won't leave my head.The next day, I return to the hidden library as soon as I find the chance. This time however, I make sure I’m not followed. The passage is exactly as I met it before. The door groans open, and the familiar scent of dust and old parchment wraps around me like a welcome.I go back to the book I was reading the day Thorne and General Vasquez barged in. The one with the gilded spine and wolf’s eye seal.The letters are still tucked inside, the edges are crinkled from age. My father’s handwriting, bold and precise, spills out in passionate pleas to Henry Sinclair. I hadn't seen this particular letter. It is hidden so well that it blends with the pages of the book.> “You know this wolf cannot be allowed to open the gate, Henry. There are forces beyond even our understanding. I d
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA SHADOWS AND WHISPERS
Serena. The hood falls back, and my breath seizes. “Sylvaine?”She smirks. “Really, Rena, you looked like you were about to faint. I’m not that scary.”I don’t know whether to slap her or hug her. Relief bubbles up, unexpected and warm.“You…….” I shake my head, still catching up. “Why the cloak? Why all the drama?”She lifts a brow. “You think I’d risk sneaking out in full princess regalia? Honestly.”Then she grabs my hand. “Come on. I have a little... mischief planned.”“Should I be worried?” I ask as she tugs me along.“Probably,” she says brightly.We creep past the outer gardens, tiptoe behind the east wall, and slip by two guards who are far too busy arguing over whether the moon looks better from the east tower or the west.Sylvaine rolls her eyes. “Muscle, no brains.”At the stables, she snatches two worn travel cloaks from a hook, tossing one at me. “For blending in,” she whispers. “And because you look like heartbreak personified.”I shove her lightly. “Gee, thanks.”We du
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA BROKEN VOWS
Serena.The world tilts. For a moment, I can’t breathe.Thorne’s words slice through the night like a blade, severing the fragile thread of hope Tristan had dangled before me.Tristan rises to his feet, face a mask of fury. “You’re lying,” he growls.Thorne just laughs, slow and cruel. “Am I?” He circles closer, predatory. “Go ahead. Ask him. Ask your precious Alpha Prince Tristan how he spent the night you almost died.”I don't want to. I don’t want to ask, because deep down, I already know.My throat tightens painfully. Still, I force the words out. "Tristan. Tell me he’s lying."The fire crackles between us, painting his face in harsh shadows.He says nothing, nothing at all. The silence is louder than any confession.Something inside me, something already frayed and fragile, finally snaps. I do not scream or sob. I just let the silence, colder than any winter surface between us.I take a step back. Then another. Tristan moves toward me, hand outstretched, desperation flashing
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE COST OF LIES
Serena.The silence after his words was the kind that crushed mountains.I watch Alessia crumble. Her face, once smug and glittering, is twisted into a mask of panic. She stumbles back from the Queen’s arms, her mouth flapping, trying to find some anchor in a room where none existed anymore.“No, he’s lying!” Alessia cries. “He just... he just wants to ruin me”“Enough,” the Queen snapped, voice sharp enough to flay skin.Tristan’s face is as hard as stone, carved from the same cruelty he used to reserve for enemies of the crown. “Bring the Seer,” he orders.Minutes pass like lifetimes. When the Seer arrives, cloaked in deep blue, the truth peels from Alessia like a second skin.She confesses that it has been all lies, manipulation and ambition. When she discovered that she was pregnant, she had to think of a way to secure the future of herself and that of her child.It is true that she had been intimate with Tristan, but it had been a long time again and Tristan had rejected her as a
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE STILLNESS BETWEEN CHOICES
Serena.Darkness. But not the kind that scares children. This was weightless, endless silence. A void where even pain didn’t reach.Until it did. My ribs ache first, then my temples. Then a thousand invisible strings tug at the corners of my soul, like they are trying to sew me back together after something had torn me in half.My eyes blink open to soft, flickering candlelight and a face I don’t expect.Alessia.She’s sitting near the edge of the room, her hands folded in her lap. She doesn't speak. Neither do I.Because the question hanging in the air is louder than anything she could say: Who did you choose?I wish I knew.I sit up slowly, realising I'm now alone and seeing Alessia was a figment of my imagination, no Priestess, no Tristan and no Thorne. I touch my chest, but I don't feel any threads, there's no warmth. Just my skin and heartbeat. Was the bond broken completely? Did I choose no one?Or worse… was I never truly meant for either of them?I hear footsteps. “Serena?
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA ASHES AND EMBERS
Thorne.The thread split. I saw it happen, not imagined, not some fever-dream hope, like the one I've been holding onto too tightly lately. It stretched from Serena’s chest, flickering like a frightened star. One line pulled toward Tristan, desperate, familiar. The other... faltered, wavered, and then turned, toward me.It hit me like a punch to the ribs. I felt it. The bond. Not theory. Not fantasy. A real bond, and mine. But not only mine.Because fate, it seems, is a cruel thing, and Serena Nikolai and I are its favorite fates to ruin.She didn’t look at me right away. Her gaze was fixed on the flickering strands, on the confusion. On him. Always him.Across the circle, Tristan looked like a man standing in the wreckage of his own lies, he still had his stupid confident facade, yes, but cracking. His shoulders tight. His mouth a grim line. The medallion at his feet like a dropped crown, proof of betrayal no one could ignore anymore.But still, even in this chaos, the gods saw fit
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE MOON’S JUDGMENT PART 2: SHATTERED THREADS
Serena.For one perfect, trembling second, the world holds its breath. Gasps, whispers and cries of disbelief rise from every corner as the circle shatters into noise.My breath stops. My chest tightens. I don’t know if it’s fear or fury clawing up my throat.“I carry the Alpha Prince’s heir,” the girl says again, bolder now, chin lifted like a dagger. Her voice rings out, steady, so confident that it is hard not to focus on her .I don’t recognize her, but she’s as young as I am, perhaps the same age, maybe even younger as moonlight catching the defiance in her eyes.As she repeats this, every eye turns to him. Tristan.He doesn’t move or even blink. He just stands there, shrouded in ceremonial black, silver trim glinting like a crown of thorns. His jaw ticks once. That’s it. No outburst. No denial.Nothing.The silence is worse than a yes.“Is this true?” the High Priestess finally asks, her voice heavy with ancient authority.Still, he says nothing. Just a slow exhale through his
