All Chapters of THE MOON'S FORBIDDEN MATE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lily Sterling held her hand bag tighter, As the car stopped at the massive gates of the pack she had just married into.Pack members were already gathered along the entrance.Men and women, dressed sharply, like sentinels, their faces looking half curious, half suspicious.. Lily felt a twist in her stomach. The driver opened her door, and Lily stepped out, Her new husband, Alistair Sterling, followed as well.Alistair is a man of striking presence even in his mid-fifties, he moved with the measured authority of a ruler. “Lily,” he called, his voice deep, formal but warm. “Welcome to your new home.”“Thank you, my lord.” Lily smiled politely, though her own words felt hollow. She allowed him to guide her up the steps.It was obvious from their relation, that the marriage had not been built on genuine affection.She had married him for tradition, for the merging of two influential families, not for love. Inside, the mansion was even more imposing. The marble floors gleamed, and

Lily's steps started slow, then quicken. As she started to get near the gate, her adrenaline surged through her veins, She broke into a full sprint.She didn’t stop until she was well beyond the perimeter.The world outside the estate was so much darker, The pull of the moon was even stronger now, Whatever was lying ahead in the forest, would certainly be interesting enough to behold.Certainly enough to keep her entertained and cure her distraction for maybe some minutes or at most an hour.Lily knew she was about to uncover what had been hidden from her and the thought both terrified and thrilled her. Her heart hammered in her ears, a mix of fear and exhilaration driving her faster with every step. Finally, when the pack house was far enough behind her, she bent over, her hands braced on her knees, and tried to steady her breathing.After a few moments, she stood upright again. The full moon hung low in the sky.“This… this is beautiful,” she murmured.. Her wolf Dora stir

The footsteps grew louder, deliberate and heavy, crunching on dry leaves and twigs. They echoed through the woods like war drums, steady and unrelenting.Lily held her breath, her back against the bark of the tree, her body still flushed from the heat of Callum’s touch, her mind struggling to realign with reality. The cold night air clung to her damp skin, and her pulse was still racing from both lust and fear.She glanced down at her dress. It was wrinkled, uneven, and barely covering the evidence of what had nearly just happened.“What have I done?” she whispered to herself, the words barely audible.Dora stirred within her again, but this time, she was quiet. Not mocking, not teasing. She was just present...... Watching.“He kissed us back,” Dora finally said, a soft hum in her voice. “He wanted it too.”Lily shook her head, trying to silence the thought. Her fingers trembled as she tried to smooth her skirt and cover herself up properly. A few seconds later, she bent behind the tr

The night fell over the Bloodmoon Pack like a heavy blanket, the sky painted in shades of deep purple and black. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the quiet rustle of trees stirring in the wind as if the forest itself was alive, watching. Lily stood at the edge of the estate grounds, her gaze lost in the distance, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn't quite grasp.The conversation with Alistair earlier had done little to calm her racing thoughts. His words still echoed in her ears: "You must be prepared." Prepared for what? She had no idea. And even more pressing was the tension that had developed between Callum and his father. It was clear that the Blood moon Pack wasn’t just battling external threats, but also the silent war between its leaders. Between father and son.She was in the middle of it all, expected to lead a pack she barely understood. She wasn't sure if she was strong enough for the task, but she had no choice now but to face whatever was a

The following days felt like a never-ending tide, each wave of uncertainty crashing over Lily, leaving her drenched and helpless in its wake. As she moved through the motions of her days, attending to her duties, her interactions with Alistair remained formal and distant, yet she could feel the undercurrent of tension between them, an invisible wall that neither dared to breach.Lily’s mind constantly drifted back to Callum. The conversation they’d shared in the garden had not left her. His words, the urgency in his voice, haunted her dreams. She knew he was right about one thing: time was running out. Alistair’s plans were becoming clearer, and Lily could sense the darkness gathering in the air around her. The pack was at a tipping point, and she had no idea which direction it would fall.Alistair had been distant, but when he did speak, it was often about his "business," the secretive dealings he was conducting behind closed doors. It was as though he was preparing for something mon