Semua Bab My Omega, My Mate, My Rejected Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Lady Raven. What brings you here?" Sonia spoke in the softest voice she could muster while sparing a courtesy bow for the new arrival. "Is this no longer my father's pack, Sonia? " Raven retorted while moving forward a few inches. "Lady Raven of Redmoon""Lady Raven of Redmoon""Lady Raven of Redmoon"One by one the greetings rang as a satisfied smile appeared on the face of my mortal adversary. Of course, she will come here just to hear her name and title be recited over and over again. That was the kind of girl she was. "That's not what I meant, my Lady. These are the servants quarters and are beneath her majesty" Sonia explained with a shaky voice. You do have your way with words, Sonia. My father was wise to spare you this job" Raven spat, not turning back to spare the middle aged woman a glance. Raven continued to scan the room and everyone could guess who she was looking for. It wasn't long before she saw. "I did not hear your greetings, Lyra" she looked at me right in th

My brain could not keep up with so much emotion that was being processed in a single second. Fear and anxiety were common to me whenever I was in such situations with my father, the Gamma of Redmoon. But today I daresay I felt more. I felt a curiosity more pronounced than it had ever been, I felt love that had never been and against my own better judgment, I felt guilt and pity for this man who was about to beat me to an inch of my life. "Time is up" he barked, suddenly rising and turning for the first time towards my direction. At this point, his belt was already in his hand and a wicked smile had been substituted for the pain I knew was in his eyes some moments ago. "Plea… father please" I tried to reach out to the man I saw a few moments ago. The man who stooped so low even in the presence of his acclaimed enemy and slave. "Never call me father in your life" an order that preceded a tight smack of the face. I fell from the force of the attack and from the intensity of the malic

Lyra’s POVThe room seemed to shrink as Gray's lips pressed against mine, a forceful intrusion that sent shivers down my spine. His scent, a blend of woods and a hint of spice, enveloped me, clouding my senses. It was the very essence of everything I ever desired, the fragrance the Moon Goddess had chosen for me.I tried to resist, pushing against his chest, but my strength was weak under the weight of his desire. Each kiss intensified, leaving me breathless and questioning the boundaries I had vowed to uphold. The world outside melted away, and for a moment, it was just us, tangled in a forbidden dance of lips and tongues.As he deepened the kiss, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing me closer. It was as if the moon herself conspired to entwine our fates. My hands, initially pushing against him, now clung to his shirt as conflicting emotions surged within me.Finally, I gathered the strength to break away, wiping my lips as if trying to erase the traces of our stolen moment. "Gr

GRAY'S POVRaven's lingering gaze held a mix of anticipation and a shimmer of something more as she ran her hands through my chest. The moon cast its cold light through the cabin window, indifferent to the complexities of our lives. A sense of peace settled momentarily, disturbed only by her subtle movements."What?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I noticed the glitter in her eyes."I spoke with my father today," she revealed, a hint of excitement coloring her voice.I raised an eyebrow, inviting her to elaborate. "About what?"A smile played on her lips. "About us, Gray. I suggested we make it official, move to Moon Leash Pack."I sighed, a mix of emotions swirling within me. Rising from the bed, I walked toward the mirror, examining my reflection. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a reflection of the satisfaction I felt at the prospect of solidifying our connection, but also of the thought about how desperate she seemed. "Why the rush, Raven?" I questioned, turning to face

  LYRA'S POV "Look at me.”  I raised my head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were a cold reflection of authority, devoid of the warmth I had yearned for as a child.He remarked, "I heard you were rejected again. Not surprising.” I couldn't risk replying because I knew what might happen if I did, and so,I waited for him to finish, “What are you doing here?.” he asked me. I felt a surge of anger, but I suppressed it. Instead, I calmly replied, "I got tired of staying at home. The palace is the only place I know, and it feels like home."His face contorted with disdain. "You shouldn't have shown your face in the Palace after what you did."“Well here I am.” I said, and I regretted it immediately. Before I could respond, his hand connected with my cheek in a resounding slap. The force of the blow stung, and I instinctiv