All Chapters of Twin Alphas' Blessed Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Amaryllis "Stay calm, Amaryllis."Di'ja's voice is a low growl in the back of my mind, her presence a steadying force against the storm brewing inside me. I take a deep breath, trying to hold back the rage surging through me. Every instinct tells me to turn back, track down Rita, and demand my necklace, but I know I can't rush into this without a plan."Don't make a scene on your first day," Di'ja warns again, and I reluctantly agree. The last thing I need is to blow my cover over this, even though the necklace is everything to me.“Fine,” I mutter under my breath, my hand tightening around the key. “I’ll drop my stuff first.”I slide the key into the lock and turn it. The door creaks open slightly, and before I can even step inside, I hear a soft voice from the other side.“Hello?”The door opens fully, and I come face-to-face with a petite girl with long, curly black hair. Her wide, green eyes blink at me from behind dark glasses. She’s wearing a baggy sweater, the sleeves falling

Amaryllis I’m standing in a room drenched in shadows, but it’s not the kind of darkness you can escape. The air smells rotten, thick with decay. The walls around me are wet, slick with something that oozes slowly, dripping to the floor in a steady, rhythmic beat. The ground squelches beneath my feet with every step, as if I’m walking through flesh, not earth. My breath catches in my throat, and every part of me knows—something is wrong. Deeply, viscerally wrong.Suddenly, I hear a wet, ripping sound behind me. My heart lurches. I turn around slowly, every instinct telling me not to, but I can’t stop myself. When I do, I’m met with the most horrific sight I’ve ever seen.In the center of the room is a table—an operating table, rusted and smeared with blood that’s far too fresh. A body is strapped down, but it’s hard to tell where the flesh ends and the metal begins. Limbs are twisted, broken at grotesque angles. The skin is flayed open, revealing muscle and organs that still pulse, st

Amaryllis’ POV "Go ahead, reject me," I say, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. I square my shoulders, preparing for the sting of their rejection. Better to get this over with now than let it fester.Di’ja howls in protest, her voice sharp and furious in my mind."No! They’re our mates, Amaryllis! You can’t do this!"I clench my fists, pushing her down with everything I have. "I don’t have a choice," I argue silently. "We can’t afford to get tangled up in their mess. You know that.""You’re lying," she snaps. "You’re scared. That’s not the same thing."Before I can respond to her, laughter erupts in the room, cutting through the tension like a knife. It’s loud, unexpected, and coming from both of them.Mika’s laugh is deep and sharp, almost sinister, while Luka’s has a warmer edge. Together, they sound like they’ve just heard the punchline of the funniest joke in the universe.I blink at them, stunned. “What the hell is so funny?”Mika wipes an imaginary tear from t

AmaryllisThe second I close the door behind me, I let out a long breath and slump against it like I’ve been holding the entire universe in my chest.Carol glances up from her desk, blinking behind those oversized glasses. She pushes them up her nose with one sleeve-covered hand and tilts her head. “How was your day?” she asks, soft and curious, her voice barely above a whisper.I laugh. Not the happy kind. The kind that bubbles out when your life is falling apart, and you’ve run out of options. I kick off my shoes and throw myself face-first onto my bed.“That bad?” she asks gently.I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. “Worse,” I mutter.There’s a pause. Then, softly, “You wanna talk about it?”I sit up slowly and meet her gaze. Something in her face tells me she actually means it. Not out of obligation—she really wants to listen. That’s all it takes. The weight I’ve been carrying cracks open like a dam.“I found out today that… I have mates,” I say, voice low and tight.Car