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

EthanAfter what I saw in the showers, my chest felt tight with an anger I had no right to feel. I should’ve walked away sooner, should’ve known better than to linger, but the image of Rosemary with someone else, so free, so wild, kept replaying in my mind. She doesn’t know; I reminded myself. She doesn’t feel the bond yet, doesn’t even realize what she means to me, and yet, the jealousy twisted in my gut, hot and irrational.She’s my mate. Mine.I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, even though it was unfair, even though it wasn’t my place to be angry. She didn’t know. How could she? She hadn’t even sensed her wolf yet, and I slept with Amber recently. I had no claim on her. Even so, my wolf growled in frustration, clawing at the edges of my control. I felt like I was on the verge of breaking something, anything, just to release the tension.I was heading up the stairs to the fifth floor, determined to cool off in my room, when a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. I froze, the f

EthanI woke up just before dawn, the room still wrapped in the soft darkness of early morning. Rosemary lay beside me, her breathing steady, her body relaxed in sleep. For a moment, I just watched her, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair spilled across the pillow like fire. She looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and it struck me just how much I wanted to protect her - to be the one she trusted, the one she turned to.But I knew what we had done last night had been a mistake. Not because I didn’t want her, Goddess, I wanted her more than anything, but because I hadn’t told her the truth. The truth about the mate bond, about what we were to each other. She didn’t know, and yet, I had crossed a line. My wolf had been pushing me ever since she arrived, demanding that I claim her, that I acknowledge her as mine. The mate bond was too powerful, too overwhelming for either of us to ignore for much longer.And last night, when I looked into her eyes, I couldn’t resist

NathanielIt was late when Ethan and I finally returned to the packhouse. The day had been long, filled with pack duties and endless conversations about business, and by the time we parted ways, exhaustion was clawing at me. I watched Ethan climb the stairs to the fifth floor, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the hallway. The sound of his door closing echoed faintly, a small reassurance that he was settled for the night.I lingered for a moment, my heart beating a little faster, my mind already racing ahead to what I was about to do. The fourth floor belonged to me, reserved for the Beta and his family, but tonight, I won’t be staying there.Once I was sure Ethan was out of sight, I moved swiftly. Quietly, I slipped down the stairs and out of the back of the house. The cool night air hit my skin, sharp and refreshing, as I made my way to the woods. I ducked behind a large bush, stripping out of my clothes and hiding them beneath the leaves. The anticipation hummed through m

RosemaryThe next few days passed in a blur, a strange mixture of settling in and feeling like I was floating through someone else’s life. Grace was a constant presence, and at that time, I got to know her more deeply. She told me so much about being a werewolf, about living in a pack - the kind of details that made this world feel less like some fantasy I’d stumbled into and more like a reality I was now part of.One of the things that fascinated me most was the mind link between pack members. It was like an invisible thread that connected them all, allowing them to communicate without words. And then there was the fact that the higher-ranking members could project this link to the entire pack at once if needed, especially in times of danger. Grace explained that attacks were rare, but rogue wolves sometimes wandered into their territory. She talked about it so casually, like it was just another part of life, another detail of this world I was slowly beginning to understand.What str

RosemaryAfter what felt like hours of making out, our lips finally parted, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath. I could feel the lingering heat between us, and I glanced at his swollen lips, knowing mine must look the same. Somehow, we’d moved from the office to his bedroom at some point. We were still fully clothed, sitting on the edge of his bed, but everything about the moment felt charged with something more.Ethan stood up, walking across the room to grab something to drink. I took the time to take in my surroundings, realizing just how massive his space was. It wasn’t just a bedroom - it was like a whole apartment. A small kitchen area near the living room space led to his bedroom, which was centered around a king-size bed that seemed to dominate the room. Two doors, one was probably leading to a walk-in closet, the other to an en-suite bathroom, mirrored the layout of my own room but on a much grander scale. Everything here was bigger, more luxurious, as if it were