All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Beast in the Moonlight "This can't be happening," Nicolas muttered, voice hoarse as his hands dragged down his face like he could scrape away the truth. He had stood tall before his people, even when he felt it—the shift in Seraphina’s aura. His beast didn’t stir. Didn’t even twitch. And when he checked her shoulder... The bite mark was gone. His heart split down the middle. Sereal leaned against the cold stone wall, arms crossed tightly, her eyes locked on him. She’d seen that look too many times—pain, heartbreak, devastation. And each time, it shattered her all over again. “I swear on the moon and every cursed star, Sereal…” His voice cracked. “I felt something real. I brought her here thinking she was my Luna. I thought—hell, I hoped.” His eyes shut. Jaw clenched. The weight pressing on his chest felt like iron. Yes, he was powerful. But cursed. Since the humans got their claws into him—into all Lycans—his life had become a waking nightmare. His first Luna? G

Seraphina slammed the door shut and leaned against it, her chest rising and falling like she’d just outrun a storm. Her shoulder throbbed from where his claws caught her skin, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Not by a long shot.She stood still for a moment, her breath ragged. Her room was silent—too silent. The chaos still clung to her, like it had followed her from his bed to hers.Blood trickled down her arm. She looked down at it, detached. She should be angry. She should be humiliated. She should scream or cry or fall apart.Instead, she felt...Full.Used. Bruised. Shaken.But satisfied.The ache between her legs was deep and raw. Her body sang with it, humming like a struck chord. Her thighs trembled, not from weakness, but memory. The way he’d taken her—rough, hungry, like he was trying to bury something inside her he didn’t want to see.She moved toward the bed, every step a wince. The sheets beckoned, but she couldn’t lie down just yet. Not like this. Not bleeding.In the ba

The white wolf’s ear twitched.It wasn’t much. A slight flick, a tiny shift in stillness—but Seraphina saw it.She knelt closer, clutching the cold iron railing of the cage that surrounded the sleeping creature. Her breath caught in her throat. The room was silent, save for the soft sound of the wolf’s slow, rhythmic breathing.What pain could chain someone so deeply into sleep?Seraphina gazed at her, heart heavy with questions. What had broken this once-living, breathing soul into stillness? What sorrow had bound her in wolf form for three thousand years?She imagined what Azana might look like as a human. Perhaps a mirror of Prince Nicolas—long limbs, a proud jaw, those piercing green eyes. Maybe softer. Maybe she had his fire but carried it behind a gentler smile.“She must have been beautiful,” Seraphina whispered.“It’s enough,” Indra hissed beside her. She gave Seraphina’s shoulder a sharp shake. “We need to leave before someone finds us down here.”Seraphina nodded, but her ga

Indra’s feet felt like they’d turned to stone.She stood frozen in place, the basket of fruit trembling in her hands. The gentle hum she’d been carrying just seconds ago had vanished. Now, only silence clung to the air between her and Prince Nicolas.His voice hadn’t been loud. But it didn’t need to be. One word from him carried the weight of command. Of danger.Nicolas approached slowly, like a predator that didn’t need to rush. His green eyes narrowed, watching every twitch in her expression.“Where have you been?” he asked, calm but cold.Indra forced a swallow down her throat. “My prince, I’ve only been to the market... and the kitchens... then the gardens.”His eyes didn’t move from her face.“Nowhere else?”She hesitated—just for a beat—but it was enough.Nicolas stepped closer. “You smell like her.”Indra blinked. “I-I don’t understand—”“The scent I found in Azana’s chamber,” he interrupted, voice dropping even lower. “It’s faint, but it’s on you. Someone’s been there. Someone

Mira woke tangled in silk sheets, her skin still tingling from Kenzo’s touch, her body betraying her heart in the worst way. The scent of him lingered—musk and wildfire. It clung to her, as if marking her in defiance of everything she’d said.She stared at the ceiling, teeth clenched.What the hell did I just do?A knock rattled the door. She knew it was him before he even stepped inside. Alpha Kenzo didn’t wait for permission. He never did.He walked in shirtless, still radiating dominance and smug satisfaction, like a wolf who’d caught his prey and left bite marks just to prove it.“You're awake,” he said, voice like gravel and heat. “No thanks to you,” she muttered, tugging the sheet over her bare chest.He chuckled. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”“I was thinking with my survival instincts, not my heart,” she snapped. Kenzo leaned against the doorframe, eyes narrowing. “And now?”She met his gaze, her mask of steel sliding back into place. “Now I remember who I am.”“Oh?” He st