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TEMPORARY HAVEN
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2025-05-26 20:42:15
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FROM SLAVE TO LUNA FIELD TESTS
Serena.Two days after Vaelen’s “this-is-not-a-hotel” speech, we start job hunting. Or, well... attempting to.Kaelion gets rejected from the hardware store for “aggressive aura and inappropriate questions about flammable adhesives.” Thorne nearly gets hired as an electrician,until he says he’s most efficient when “slightly electrocuted.”Sylvaine doesn’t even try. She insists she’s “freelance fabulous” and has decided to become a TikTok witch with a surprisingly loyal following after one potion tutorial went viral.Tristan? He won’t admit it, but he’s spiraling. He doesn’t know how to be normal. Not without orders, not without a mission, not without the pack. He walks like he’s still ready to snap someone’s neck. He talks like every word is a burden. And he watches me like I might vanish if he blinks.I’m not vanishing. But I don’t know how to reach him either. He feels like a far away dream I can't seem to reconnect with.Elle finally drags us into a local community center job fair.
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA TEMPORARY HAVEN
Serena.The living room is quiet except for the soft hum of the television. On screen, the portal crackles like angry lightning before winking out, leaving two figures behind in a dull parking garage. The footage freezes just as Tristan turns his head toward the security camera, glowing silver eyes narrowed, his hair wind-tossed even underground. Thorne stands beside him, radiating static, his fingers still trailing sparks.“They’re here,” Kaelion growls, stepping closer to the screen.“Of course they are,” Vaelen mutters, rubbing his temple. “Because the goddess clearly thinks I don’t have enough going on.”A knock sounds on the front door. It’s not frantic. It’s firm. Vaelen sighs and stands, mug still in hand, and doesn’t move. Neither do I.We hear another knock and Kaelion growls. “Let me open it. I’ll handle them.”Vaelen raises a hand. “No. You’re not burning my lawn down tonight.”Kaelion bares his teeth in a not-so-subtle snarl as Vaelen opens the door.Tristan is standing o
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA FOREIGN SKIES
Serena. We walk for what feels like hours. The trees here are wrong, too tall, too perfect, like someone drew them and forgot to add the danger. The air doesn’t hum with pack energy. There’s no scent trail, no warning growls, no prey. Just silence and the sound of our footsteps crunching over brittle leaves.“This place smells… empty,” Kaelion mutters behind me.I don’t respond. My legs are shaking. Not from exhaustion, but from the gnawing realization that we really left.This isn’t home. Vaelen finally stops when we reach a large gravel clearing.Then we see it. A massive black machine sits there, shiny and still. It has four round legs and glass eyes. “Serena, get a grip, it’s not alive”. Vaelen says mid laughter, making me realise I'm growling.I snap out of it, but the way it sits there, all steel and quiet, I instinctively reach for Kaelion’s hand.“What is that?” he asks, voice low.“A car,” Vaelen says with a small grin. “Don’t touch it like that. It bites.”I glare at him
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA VOWS AND SHADOWS
Serena.The morning sun spills gold across the compound as pack members scurry about like bees drunk on honey. Today’s the day. My wedding day.Kaelion's territory is buzzing , literally. Children chase each other between decorated trees, omegas hang ribbons and lanterns in every corner, and the scent of roasted boar, wild herbs, and pine smoke fills the air.It’s beautiful. Almost enough to make me forget how twisted this all is. Almost.The gown they put me in is white, but not soft and innocent , no, this is the kind of white that says, You belong to an Alpha now. Tight around the waist, flowy at the legs, open-backed to show off my mark , the one Kaelion left the night he declared me his. The night Tristan's mark vanishes completely.I haven’t seen Vaelen all morning. He’s somewhere lurking in the shadows, plotting. I know that look in his eye. Something’s coming.Later, Kaelion insists I meet his family before the ceremony. His mother sniffs me like I’m prey. “You don’t smell lik
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE LAST PROMISE
Serena.The wind stills. The forest holds its breath. “Welcome home, child of Seraphine,” the hooded man says, his voice smooth as silk laced with steel.I can’t move. Not even when Kaelion’s body tenses like a bowstring in front of me, his hand hovering protectively near his dagger.I know that voice.Not from now. From before. From the dream-memory. My mother’s memory. That quiet moment when she whispered to someone unseen, asking him to watch over me if she didn’t return.The man pulls back his hood.And there it is, the same eyes as mine, only older, darker. Lined with grief. His hair is long and braided loosely, silver streaks glinting at the edges like moonlight caught in shadow.“My name is Vaelen,” he says gently. “I’m your uncle.”Kaelion doesn’t relax. “Prove it.”“I don’t owe you proof,” Vaelen snaps, then looks at me. “But I owe her everything.”I swallow hard. “You knew my mother?”“She was my sister.”Kaelion stiffens even more.Vaelen lowers his voice. “When Elira died,
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA YES
Serena.Kaelion’s hand hangs in the space between us. Open and waiting with eagerness. “All you have to do,” he says softly, “is say yes.”The silence thickens. My heart beats so loudly I’m sure the guards above can hear it.“Yes,” I whisper. The word is so small, so fragile. But it shatters everything amd makes even me shiver.His fingers close around mine, warm, firm, real. A promise, not a command.He moves quickly after that. The cell door creaks, the torch hisses in the stale dungeon air. I grab the thin cloak he brought and slip it on, pulling the hood low over my face. My legs shake as I follow him through the dark hallways of the manor’s underbelly.We don’t speak.This is the part of the palace where no one goes unless they’re sent to die. No guards patrol here, not unless ordered to. Which is why I know it won’t be empty for long. Kaelion’s pace quickens, and I match him, ignoring the ache in my limbs.We reach a narrow side corridor, and he pulls back a tapestry revealing a
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