The Legendary Luna ( Luna With No wolf)

Sophia’s pov“Sophy! You won't believe what is happening in few days time,” she exclaimed excitedly.“Oh,calm down,Elera,” I replied. My bestfriend froze immediately she saw the bruises and cut on my arms and face,her face showing concern as her grip on me tightened, and she pulled back just enough to look at me, her wide eyes scanning my face, my arms, the bruises blooming beneath my skin like dark, ugly flowers. Her expression shifted—confusion, then horror, then fury.“What the hell happened to you?” she whispered, voice shaking. She didn’t need to ask. She already knew. Did Aunt Evenly beat you up again?I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “It’s nothing new” it's been like this since I was a child I uttered bitterly.Elera walked into the room and shut the door leading me to the edge of my bed to sit.I looked at Elera’s face, and all I could see in her eyes is love and concern. In this pack,she is the only one I have as a friend.The only one who saw me—not

Sophia’s pov I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart pounding as I listened to the fading sounds of the carriage wheels outside. Evenly and Sylvia had just left for the annual Mating Ball, unaware that I had plans of own.This is my only chance to meet my fated mate. My stepmother thought she was so clever, whispering about the mating ball as if I was deaf, dismissing my chores as if I wouldn’t notice the sudden change. They didn’t want me to know about the ball,not to even dream of attending. “But I knew” I had known long before the moment my stepmother , Evenly and my stepsister, Sylvia, started acting strangely,hoarding fabrics, whispering in corners, sending me on errands to keep me distracted. I was already informed by Elera about the annual Mating Ball.They thought I was a fool. They thought I would stay locked away like some forgotten servant like I always do while Sylvia waltzed into a room full of potential mates, draped in the finest silks. Well,they were wrong A knock

Damon“Trouble” let out a soft sigh, her head lolling against my chest as her body went limp. She had finally dozed off, her drunken rambling replaced by slow, even breaths. I adjusted my grip, one arm beneath her legs, the other supporting her back as I lifted her effortlessly. She was surprisingly light, her warmth seeping through my clothes.Kane stepped forward, hands outstretched. "Here, let me..""No," I cut him off, my voice firm. I didn’t even think before responding, the possessiveness in my tone surprising even me. My wolf rumbled in approval.Kane raised a brow, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. "Alpha, she’s just a girl. Are you really..:""Get the carriage ready," I interrupted, ignoring the amusement in his eyes. "We’re leaving."He exhaled, shaking his head but not arguing. "As you wish." He turned on his heel, disappearing into the night.I shifted her slightly in my arms, adjusting her so she was more comfortable. She murmured something incoherent, nuzzling against

Sophia's povMy heart pounded as I stood before my stepmother, Evenly, whose smirk sent a cold shiver down my spine. The guards watched in tense silence, their hands twitching at their sides as if they sensed something was off. The night air carried a strange stillness, the usual sounds of the pack grounds eerily absent."I-" I started, my throat dry, but Evenly lifted a hand, silencing me."You've been gone all night." Her voice was smooth, almost amused, but her emerald eyes gleamed with something darker. "Tell me, dear Sophia, where have you been?"I swallowed hard. I couldn't tell her the truth. I barely understood it myself. The tall guy.His palace. The strange pull I felt toward him. The way I had woken up beside him and run."I... got lost," I lied, forcing myself to hold her gaze.Evelyne chuckled softly, stepping closer, her gown whispering against the stone pathway. "Lost?" she echoed, tilting her head. "How unfortunate."There was something unnatural about the way she looke

Unknown pov A slow, wicked grin spread across my lips as I watched her tremble in the dim candlelight. Her wide, terrified eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape she would never find."It’s time to have some fun," I murmured, my voice dripping with cruel amusement.Turning on my heel, I strode toward the old wooden chest that sat against the far wall. Its surface was worn, the edges chipped, as if time itself had tried to erase its sinister purpose. I knelt before it, fingers trailing over the rusted metal latch before flipping it open with a creak.Inside, a collection of tools gleamed under the flickering light,blades of different sizes, iron tongs, rusted nails, and other instruments designed for one thing: pain. I ran my fingers along their edges, enjoying the weight of each one before settling on a sleek, sharp knife.Rising to my feet, I turned back to her. She had pressed herself against the wall, her breath ragged, her body trembling. Sweat beaded on her forehea