All Chapters of Mystique Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Father, it wasn’t me! Please don’t take me to the prison of shadows!" I pleaded, tears welling up as he dragged me toward the prison.I hadn’t poisoned the Alpha’s daughter. Seleira had asked for a drink, and I gave her one. How could I have known it was poisoned? If I had, I would’ve stayed far away."Your daughter is poisoned, Alpha. I saw Ai give her the water. She must have done it!" Seven’s voice rang out as he helped the unconscious Seleira.The room erupted with accusations. All eyes were on me—full of hatred, contempt, and judgment. No one bothered to ask what really happened. Despite my dislike for Seleira, I would never go so far as to kill her. That’s not who I am."Kill her!" Alpha Samuel’s command cut through the room. My heart stopped. My entire body trembled. Death was the one thing I feared most, and here it was, looming over me. I didn’t want to die."Alpha, perhaps a different punishment would be fair? We still don’t know if Ai is truly guilty," my father, the beta,

Aila Coraline The competition was just a few days away, but I felt like backing out. My body was betraying me—feverish, shivering in waves. I wasn’t in heat, but I felt sick as hell, my energy draining with every passing hour."You’ll be fine in the competition. Stop being so pessimistic," Anastasia nagged, not even bothering to hide her annoyance.I sighed. Of course, she didn’t get it. She was always like this—insensitive to anything that didn’t align with her goals. I knew she only cared about the competition and the prize money we could win. She was more focused on proving her worth to her mate, showing that she could train and lead with success."If you need the money that badly, I can just give you some," I mumbled, not expecting her to take me seriously. Anastasia narrowed her eyes. "It’s not about the money, Coraline. You know that. I need this win, and so do you."I glanced at her, my head throbbing. "I’ll see if I can, Anastasia. If I can’t, I won’t force myself."She roll

Aila Coraline The day my father brought me to the packhouse marked the start of my training. Fresh from the hospital and still recovering, I found myself here, pushing my limits again. "I heard you're good at archery. So why can't you hit a big target?" a sarcastic voice reached my ear like a whisper. I could feel the heat rising in my face, not just from the mockery but from the exhaustion of handling a weapon far heavier than I was used to. My body was still adjusting, and I wasn’t in any shape to be here. "I'm sorry if I failed you," I snapped, my voice laced with irritation. "I didn’t mean to give you any expectations." I didn’t even know who this girl was, yet she had the audacity to act like she knew me. She questioned my abilities as if archery and shooting were the same thing. Really? "Oh, I'm not expecting anything from you," she sneered. "I know you're just a sore loser." I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I reminded myself why I was here—this wasn’t the

Aila Coraline I had no allies in the packhouse—not even my father. He always took everyone else's side, never mine. I had learned to live with it, but it still felt unfair.“She didn’t start the fight; it was Cynthia. I saw it,” Zayn defended me, interrupting Cynthia’s father, who was insistent that I had provoked his daughter.We were in Alpha Samuel’s office, called to resolve what had happened yesterday. They wanted us to reconcile, but I had no intention of forgiving.“My daughter is short-tempered. I’d apologize if she hurt your daughter,” my father said, as if my pain was just a minor inconvenience to him.I felt a rush of heat surge through my chest. His words, cold and detached, were the final straw.“She’s only hurt because she always provokes me! I didn’t start this war, so why are you apologizing? Did they ever apologize to me? No!” I snapped, unable to contain the flood of emotions building up inside me.My father’s eyes darkened, his glare sharp enough to pierce through