All Chapters of Thrown Back by the Moon Goddess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Liberty povI stare at my disheveled, ruined, appearance. My long chocolate brown hair is matted with blood, snot and vomit. My eyelids are swollen shut, my eyes bloodshot from all the tears I’ve cried over the past hours. What happened? How did I fall from being the mate of the crowned lycan prince to a prisoner. I’m not locked up in a dungeon yet but the door to the room I’ve been dumped in while unconscious is locked. The splash of cold water I throw in my face doesn’t clear my mind much. The pain from the breaking family bonds has gone down to a throb. My father, mother and brother all dead. The pain of the breaking bonds was so overwhelming that I couldn’t ask what was happening when my mate Hartley entered the room with guards. His usually handsome face was emotionless. His brown soft eyes had a hard glint in them I’d never seen before. And certainly not aimed at me. I expected him to hold me, to help me through my pains but nothing was further from the truth. He stepped aw

Liberty povDuring my trial I learned that my father had secretly added me to the list because he didn’t want to disappoint me. I never thanked him and took it for granted. Overwhelmed by sadness I think back to my bogus trial where this act of love from father to daughter was used as evidence that I was a spy working for my father. I swallow. I’ll have to change my tune and put in a lot of work. I want this life to be different. I will work for everything. Guilt washes over me. My laziness and entitlement got them killed.. “Dad.. I thought about what you said before. About having to earn my place and having to pull my weight. Naveah and I talked it through and you’re right. We don’t want to claim a spot on birth right. We want to earn our spot. Will you and Cooper help me get to where I need to be?” I’d expected my father to be proud of me, to pat me on the back but instead he says nothing. His jaw drops and then he pulls me into a crushing hug like never before. “Liberty, I’ve a

Liberty povWhack I try to silence my alarm by hitting in its general direction. I’m not a morning person. Never was never will be. For this very reason I have my alarm on my desk so I have to get out of bed. My body is less stiff and painful than I expected. Olwyn’s ointment sure worked wonders. I would love to sleep in on the weekends but sparring starts at 8:30. The Saturday classes are led by Gamma Heath. He’s brutal but fair. In my previous life I avoided him as much as I could. He would ask when I’d join the sparring class, telling me that being a ranked member did in no way exonerate me from the obligation to train. If anything according to Gamma Heath as the Alpha’s daughter I needed to set the pace and show that training was to be taken seriously. I laughed at him then. Now I’m doing my best but he kind of ignores me. /He’s probably making sure that we’re serious about training before he invests his time in us,/ Naveah remarks with sadness and regret in her voice. /I’m sor

I look at my reflection in the mirror and take in what I see, faded bruises, a slightly wonky nose. A more serious expression, a body that’s muscular littered with small scars and a few fresh scabs. I no longer have the body of a bratty Alpha daughter but that of a warrior. Naveah sends a rush of warm pride through me, a sentiment we both share. Over the past three months we’ve kept up with school, training with the candidates for the royal academy and put in many more hours to catch up with them.I take a deep breath and steel myself, “I can do it,” I mutter under my breath./I’ll help you as much as I can,/ Naveah promises.I walk out to join my pack members who are already outside waiting for the Royal family. I’m dreading the moment I will meet Hartley again. Olwyn gave us a tincture to prevent him from recognising us as his mate. But I still have the memories and the anger of my last life. He’s the same womaniser as before unless the Moon Goddess changed things. Scanning the cro

Liberty pov /What have we done!/ The words about using silver tipped arrows left my mouth internal panic unleashed. This was a non-lethal competition. Using silver tipped arrows makes it very lethal../We called his bluff?/ Naveah suggests, sounding calm, collected and smug?/Hardly! We could easily die because of this!/ /We won’t. Just keep breathing and trust me./ /You make it sound as if I have a choice!/ Beta Xander walks towards me and Danny. He carries two blindfolds, two apples and two silver tipped arrows. Danny still looks appropriately terrified and pale.“Do you want to chicken out Danny? Admit that you were defeated by a girl with hardly any archery skill?” I taunt. “Never!” he quickly replies. But I can see the panic in his eyesJust like me he is only 17 years old. But I’ve already died once giving me the advantage of knowing that death itself is not the problem. It’s the road leading to that final moment that can be harrowing. There’s only a lucky few that get to pa