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Chapter 10

Author: Gregory Ellington
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-20 23:58:53
Marcus

That bitch made me the ultimate fool in this pack.

I stormed through the front door of our—my house, slamming it behind me with enough force to rattle the windows. The scent of her still lingered everywhere. Ella's perfume, her cooking, the faint trace of her skin on the furniture. It was like being haunted by a ghost who wasn't even dead.

Seven years. Seven fucking years I'd given her everything. My name. My protection. My heart. And what had she done? Spread her legs for Liam Blackwood, my enemy, and passed off his bastard as my own.

I'd changed Jackson's diapers. Taught him to walk. Stayed up with him when he had nightmares. All for a child that wasn't even mine.

The memory of Liam's smug face as he claimed them—"my woman and my son"—made my blood boil.

The elders had torn into me for hours after they left: Robert with his condescending sighs, Greg openly questioning my leadership, and even Sarah, who'd always supported me, couldn't look me in the eye.

"Your own mate wa
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  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 21

    EllaI bit my tongue hard enough to taste blood. What I wanted to do was grab her by that perfect blonde hair and slam her face into the nearest wall. But Jackson's safety depended on my restraint. "If you're smart," Catherine continued, leaning closer, "you'll disappear before the wedding. Take whatever money Liam offers and vanish." Her smile was all teeth. "Otherwise, I'll make sure you both have... accidents." The threat hung in the air between us. My skin prickled with alarm, but I forced my face to remain impassive. "Know your place." She straightened her already-perfect dress. "And stay away from Liam. He might feel obligated to acknowledge his mistake, but don't mistake duty for desire." She walked to the door, then paused, looking back at me with calculated cruelty. "By the way, that dress is at least two seasons old. But I suppose that's the best they could find for someone of your... station." With that parting shot, she glided out, leaving me alone with my racing thou

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 20

    Marcus"Morning," Ava murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She stretched like a satisfied cat, not bothering to keep herself covered. "What happened last night?" I asked, my voice sounding strangled even to my own ears. She smiled lazily, tracing a finger down my chest. "You don't remember?" I shook my head, immediately regretting the movement as pain lanced through my skull. "We had quite a night," she purred, sitting up. The sheet fell away completely, and I forced my eyes to stay on her face. "You were... enthusiastic." I stared at Ava, trying to process her words through the fog of my hangover. Enthusiastic? What the hell had I done? "I... don't remember anything," I admitted, my voice sounding like a croak. My mouth felt like I'd been chewing on sand all night. Ava smiled, reaching over to trace a finger along my collarbone. "You don't remember this?" She touched what I realized with horror must be a hickey on my neck. "Or these?" She gestured to several marks on her own b

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 19

    MarcusThe next few days passed in a blur of whiskey and rage. I didn't leave the house except for essential pack business. The walls that once held laughter now echoed with silence. At night, I'd find myself pausing outside Jackson's empty bedroom, my hand on the doorknob, before remembering he wasn't mine to check on anymore. Never had been. The kitchen felt wrong without Ella's humming, and the living room was too spacious without Jackson's toys scattered across the floor. I hated that I missed them. Hated myself more for still wanting what was never real. One night, I sat in my study, a half-empty bottle of whiskey keeping me company. The golden liquid burned pleasantly as it went down, numbing the edges of my thoughts. I'd lost count of how many glasses I'd had. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the blessed numbness that alcohol brought. I stared at the fireplace, watching flames dance and twist. The fire was honest. It didn't pretend to be something it wasn't. It didn't l

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 18

    EllaLiam's father leaned close to him, speaking low enough that only those of us on the platform could hear. "My office. Now." Without acknowledging me or Jackson, he turned and strode from the hall, his back rigid with anger. "Charming man," I muttered under my breath. Jackson tugged at my dress. "Can I go now?" he whispered, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. "Not yet, sweetie," I said, smoothing his hair. "Just a little longer." He pulled away from my touch, his scowl deepening. When the hall had mostly emptied, Liam turned to us. "I need to speak with my father. I'll have someone show you around afterward." "And when were you planning to mention your fiancée?" I asked, keeping my voice low but sharp. "I'll explain later." He glanced toward the door where his father had exited. "Right now, I need to handle this." "Fine. Go. But we're definitely discussing this later." He nodded curtly and started to leave but stopped as a woman entered through the main doors. Sh

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 17

    Ella"What are you doing?" The words tumbled out, panic rising in my chest. "Our scents need to mingle," his fingers continued working down his shirt. "Scent marking requires skin contact," he stated matter-of-factly as if explaining something obvious to a child. "My pack will need to believe you belong to me." Liam's hands moved to his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoed in the quiet office as he unfastened it with practiced ease. His pants followed, sliding down powerful legs until he stood before me in nothing but black boxer briefs. He raised an eyebrow. "Your turn." I crossed my arms protectively over my chest. "Is this really necessary?" "Unless you want to raise suspicions about Jackson's identity." His voice was flat, matter-of-fact. "Clothing creates barriers. Skin contact is more effective." Logically, I knew he was right. Scent-marking worked best with direct contact. But logic didn't make this any less awkward. I took a deep breath and reached for the buttons of m

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 16

    EllaLiam studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Alright. I'll provide everything you asked for. Medical history, previous treatments, all of it." He moved toward a cabinet near the door and pulled out a thick folder. "Here's what we have so far. The medical staff has been thorough." I took the folder, surprised by its weight. "I'll need to review these before making any decisions. Then I'll run some tests of my own." "Fair enough." He nodded curtly. "The lab is fully equipped. Whatever you need, just ask." We stepped out of the room, the heavy security door closing automatically behind us with a series of electronic beeps and clicks. "Why all the security?" I asked, gesturing to the elaborate system. "If he's been unconscious for so long, what are you afraid he'll do? Sleepwalk?" Liam's jaw tightened. "You'll get answers soon enough." "That's not cryptic at all," I muttered. He ignored my sarcasm. "Any other questions?" "Just one for now. I need to check on Jacks

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