Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Runaway Luna: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The soft hum of the forest breeze drifted through the open window of Jade Figueroa’s room, carrying the crisp scent of pine and earth.It was early morning, but Jade, a 19-year-old with wild dark curls and piercing gray eyes, was already wide awake, pacing the length of her bedroom. Her frustration was palpable, radiating off her in waves.She was a wolf of the Lake Crescent Pack, born into the powerful Figueroa bloodline, yet her life felt like a gilded cage.Her fingers trailed along the embroidered hem of her pale blue dress—her “training uniform.” It was a constant reminder of her purpose, or lack thereof.Ever since she had turned twelve, her father, Alpha Christopher Figueroa, had made it clear that she was nothing more than a tool to solidify alliances.Jade was expected to become a “perfect Luna,” trained to obey, smile, and never question her future Alpha.“Perfect Luna, my ass,” Jade muttered under her breath, her sharp tone slicing through the room.“Careful,” a voice chime

Jade’s heart raced as she and Sofia hastily shoved essentials into their backpacks.The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room as they worked in tense silence.Sofia, Jade’s best friend and closest confidant, glanced nervously at the clock.Midnight was only minutes away, and they had to move fast.Jade’s wedding to the cruel alpha her father had chosen was set to happen at dawn, a fate she couldn’t accept.“Are you sure about this?” Sofia whispered, her voice trembling.Jade nodded firmly, her emerald eyes flashing with determination. “It’s now or never.”They crept through the silent pack house, their every step measured and deliberate. Jade’s heart clenched as they passed the familiar rooms that had been her prison for years.The weight of what she was leaving behind threatened to crush her resolve, but she pressed on.Reaching the back door, Sofia paused to check for patrols. “Clear,” she mind linked, and they slipped out into the cool night air.The forest loome

...The sprawling compound of the Crystal Blood Pack was nothing like Jade had imagined.Nestled deep in the Texan wilderness, the buildings were a mix of rustic and modern—log structures intertwined with sleek glass and steel.Women of all ages bustled about, their movements purposeful and confident.Despite its size and energy, the place exuded an air of secrecy.It was unlike any pack Jade had ever seen.Lyra led them through the main entrance of the largest building, motioning for them to follow.“Athena’s expecting you,” she said curtly, not looking back.Inside, the main hall was warm and welcoming, yet every detail seemed calculated for efficiency.Jade and Sofia were too exhausted to do more than glance around, but Lyra didn’t give them time to linger. They were ushered through the corridors and into a spacious office at the top of the building.Behind the desk sat Alpha Athena, a striking woman with dark, piercing eyes and a commanding presence.To her left stood Gamma Lilly,

The mood in the Crystal Blood Pack was tense as Jade and Gamma Lilly summoned the chosen members of their group to the strategy hall.The mission wasn’t just about survival—it was about gathering intel and potentially saving others who might be trapped under the King’s control.Jade stood at the head of the table, her Beta aura radiating calm authority as she addressed the group.“Thank you for coming,” she began, her eyes scanning the room.Beside her stood Lilly, ever the steady presence, and the selected team: Ashina and Tala, the fierce and loyal Deltas; Hati, the stoic Epsilon; Valentina and Isabella, the twins who had just turned twenty-one; and Irida, the newest member of the pack who had quickly proven herself to be resourceful and skilled.Jade’s voice was steady but firm as she continued. “We’ve been summoned by the Lycan King to attend the Moonlight Ball. His letter states it’s a gesture of peace, but we all know better. This isn’t just about mating bonds—it’s about control

With King Viktor seated in his sprawling office in the east wing of the castle.The room is a reflection of his power—walls lined with ancient tomes on pack history, detailed maps of the kingdom spread across a polished mahogany desk, and a faint scent of leather and wood smoke lingering in the air.The rising sun filters through the tall arched windows, casting golden light over the space.Viktor’s focus is sharp as he reviews the final details for the upcoming mating ball, his pen moving decisively across the parchment in front of him.The event isn’t just a gathering to find mates—it’s a political maneuver, one meant to strengthen alliances across packs and ensure the survival of their kind.Yet, as the king signs his name on the last invitation, his thoughts darken.A knock at the heavy oak door pulls him from his reverie. “Come in,” Viktor commands, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room.The door swings open, and his royal Beta, Manuel, steps in. Dressed in his formal attire,