บททั้งหมดของ Taming the Rogue Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The memories come back in fragments, pieces of a life that feels worlds away. I can almost smell the pine and wildflowers from the valley where we used to run, the crisp mountain air, the warmth of a life I once knew. This place, this memory—it's the only home I’ve ever known...“Kaida, keep up!” My sister’s voice floats on the breeze, teasing and bright, instantly snapping me back to reality.“Hey, some of us haven't yet had our first shift yet, you know...” I shout back, laughing as I push myself to keep up with her. The Alpha’s heir, as the elders used to call her. Korra Xarano. At 18, she was strong, swift, as if she’d already grown into the leader she was destined to be. The next in line to be Alpha of the Xarano Pack. It was easy to follow her lead back then, and I loved that she made everything feel safe. I was 2 years younger at the time, and I'm glad I was given the freedom to still be my own person, without having to grow up in my sister's shadow. Our parents treated us both

He emerges from the shadows, his steps slow, measured. Like a predator that's already decided I'm his prey. He is pitch black, his fur shining under the moonlight, his blue eyes, gleaming like a cold fire, lock onto mine, and for the first time in a long time, I feel something cold slide down my spine. But I don't flinch. Instead, I meet his gaze, my breath steady despite the fire raging in my chest. He says nothing at first. Just watching, sizing me up. That's when he decides to shift right in front of me, revealing a man standing tall, with cream-white skin as compared to my tanned, caramel one... His hair is dark, as dark as it was in his Wolf form and his features are sharp and defined, He is naked, baring his large, muscular body before me, and I try my best not to look at his manhood, my eyebrows rising for a moment before I look away, trying to ignore how... large it is... I eventually look back at him, finding him putting on a pair of trousers, his skin glistening as he tilts

I have absolutely no concept of time in this damn cell. It could be midday or late afternoon for all I know, and the tiny window close to the ceiling isn't helping to provide enough light to help me decipher what time of the day it is.I've probably been here almost 18 hours, almost a full day. Just great. My mind travels back to the day before and how I even got myself into this mess.I had just left my previous settlement, being on the move for a few days around this new region. Usually, I had studied the maps of different packs, territories and areas around me so I knew where almost everything was. "No man's land" is typically where I would find myself. These are areas not owned by any packs but instead were heavily populated by humans. I could live amongst them, hiding as one of them and usually I would be successful.I would live in small spaces, one-bedroomed houses, homeless shelters, did whatever work, how dangerous, and even stole money just to get around, just to keep myself

As soon as the men are gone, it's just me and him in the room, a heaviness filling my chest as he watches me. He doesn't say anything to me at all; instead, he continues to watch me, analyze me, every detail of me. A frown suddenly appears on my face as I try to decipher what could be going in through that sick head of his, and when I've finally had enough of the silence, I decide to speak up. "What the hell do you want with me?" I demand, breaking the silence. I've had enough of this—enough of their glares, their questions, their assumption that I owe them anything. "Speak, damn it." He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Be silent." The command is cold, like ice water down my spine, but I hold my ground. I then watch him as he slowly walks around his desk and approaches me. "You're a rogue, clearly..." he continues, as if I'm not even worth the effort of conversation. "But there's something about your scent... something different from all the rest..." he tells me and that's w

As we walk forward, I feel the eyes of the Raven Moon pack members on me, their gazes filled with curiosity, suspicion, and that barely concealed disdain I'm getting all too familiar with. I keep my head high, my face impassive, refusing to let them see any weakness. Let them stare. Let them judge. I won't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much I hate every second of this... The hallway twists and turns as I follow Miyuki's brisk pace. The packhouse is deceptively large, more like a maze than a home. Warm lighting and the faint scent of pine and earth fill the air, but none of it feels warm or inviting. This place is more fortress than a home. "Don't think this changes anything," Miyuki says sharply, glancing back at me with a sneer. "Just because we haven't killed you yet doesn't mean your fate isn't decided." "Currently shivering in me timbers," I answer dryly, rolling my eyes. I put as much sarcasm as I can muster into the words, and I catch a flash of annoyance on her fa