All Chapters of The Luna's Cursed Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "SHE'S GONE"?” Vanessa screamed at her mother, who stepped back, shaking her head helplessly.“I don’t know. I went back to check on her, and the shed was empty...” she muttered. “I don’t even know how—”“You don’t know how?” Vanessa turned sharply. “She was able to escape because you couldn’t do your job properly! You were so eager to punish her, and now the only person you’ve punished is me!”“Don’t say that!”“It’s the truth, Mother!” Vanessa snapped. “I’m starting to think you didn’t really hate her. Maybe you loved her more than you ever loved me, and now I can see it clearly.”She was seething.That bitch Sara had been nothing but a thorn in her side and she wanted to ensure that the girl got punished for even having the audacity to want her man, along with her life!And now her mother had the nerve to stand there, claiming Sara was gone, as if it were an accident.“Vanessa, dear,” her mother said gently, reaching out to hold her, “you know I would never do

Sara sat on the edge of the bed, still unsure if this was a trick or not. The mattress beneath her was so soft, and not made of straw or the cold floor that she had become used to. The sheets were warm against her palms. The room had clean walls, a door that actually locked from the inside, and a bathroom with soap and towels. A towel. She blinked again, trying to believe it. She couldn’t remember the last time she used one! Was this real? And while she was alive too? Just a while ago, she had thought that she would be dead. Kyle’s men had caught her escaping, there was no escaping the judgment when something like that happened. Her hands trembled slightly, remembering how close she had come to punishment, and she knew that it would be much worse than anything she had faced back at the old pack. And now, she had to deal with… this? If she had known that telling the truth would save her, she would have spoken long ago. If she'd known even half of this was possible, she wouldn’

Sara thought the day would go by like the rest, just quiet, long, and filled with her shadowing Kyle through boring meetings and handling random chores, but she was dead wrong. It was far worse. The first thing she noticed when she got out of bed was that Kyle was nowhere to be found. She waited by his door like she usually did, only for a guard to approach with a simple message. “Alpha Kyle went on a hunt. He’ll be back later. He asked you to help Miss Karissa today.” Sara blinked at him. “Karissa?” She asked, unsure she heard right. The guard gave a nod and left before she could say more. She sighed deeply, already bracing herself for the worst. Karissa was in bed when Sara entered her room. Draped in white sheets with a cold cloth pressed against her forehead, she looked pale but irritated. If not for her constant sneering and irritating attitude, Sara would have actually felt sorry for her. “You took long enough.” Karissa muttered, turning her head to the side.

Chapter 18. Kyle crouched low on a thick branch, blending into the dark as easily as smoke blended into the air. His eyes scanned the forest floor beneath and around him, watching for any movement. The trees around him rustled gently with the wind, and the moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting long, jagged shadows across the ground. He had told his men to stay away from the northern front. That was where he would be. Something about the air in there made his instincts twitch, and the presence of those others earlier… He wasn’t born yesterday. He knew that something was coming. And he wasn’t wrong about that. The thing was, in his presence, anything would be foolish to come when he’s keeping watch. The hours dragged by like a sloth on the run. The forest was quite quiet, and even the usual chirps of crickets had faded long ago. Kyle stayed still, unmoving, and waited. Every muscle in his body was tight, coiled like a spring, ready to snap at the slightest movement, the f

For a moment, everything was quiet. Kyle didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched, and he turned slightly, folding the bloodstained cloth in his hand as if he hadn’t heard Sara’s question. But he had. He heard every word. The truth was, he wasn’t even sure of the answer himself. He’d grown used to the violence, the death. It came with the curse. But after she had stopped it once… it felt odd. Unsettling.He turned back to her.She hadn’t asked with disgust. She hadn’t raised her voice. Her question had been soft, calm, but curious. And somehow, that made it sting more. Ever since she arrived, he had only turned twice. After that, the killings had become like a mundane obligation, rather than pleasurable actions to carry out. His voice came low as he met her eyes, glaring at her. “Do you think I enjoyed it?” Sara quickly lowered her gaze, unable to hold his.“I… I don’t know,” she murmured. “You don’t look very sorry about it.”Kyle’s mouth twitched, and he dropped the clo