บททั้งหมดของ The Runaway Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Ginger, it seems like I've killed a she-wolf while driving drunk. "At 2 o'clock before dawn, as my wolf was unsound and extremely weak due to silver dust somewhere I touched during the day, I received a message from Darcy through mind-link.This was my 8th year as Darcy's simp, and he showed me his vulnerability for the first time: "Ginger, I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"My wolf was shocked and at a loss, even though I was rather uncomfortable, I still quickly got up in pain and rushed to the forest where he was.Along the way, I comforted him while driving and almost crashed into big trees several times.Finally, I arrived at the lawn between the trees. There was no moon. His electric torch was dim. On the ground lying a female warrior, blood flowing all over her body. Darcy sat on the lawn, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground. His hoarse growl trembled slightly: "Ginger, what should I do? I don't want to go to jail. Can you help me?"Looking at his face, I had

I walked unsteadily and finally arrived at Darcy's den.I knocked on the door, and it was Brigitte who opened it. She was wearing a loose bathrobe, exposing her neck and chest, where bruises bloomed like trophies—as if she was proudly showing off her victory.When she saw me, she lowered her voice and boasted, "Ginger, I must say you have a good taste in choosing a mate. He is handsome, strong, and even good at mating. It is really a pity that you are a loser in the competition."I ignored her and just handed her the clothes.The next moment, Brigitte approached me unexpectedly with a tricky look in her eyes. "Ginger, I know your secret. I know the reason why you love Darcy Lemche so much. Do you want me to tell her?"I turned around and stared at her intently, seeing her smile growing bigger into a smug grin.My claws squeezed into a ball, and cold sweat rolled down my face."It’s not his status as Alpha that I love—it’s the scent of his wolf and the face I could never forget."I star

The moment I heard his voice, I knew I was done this time. I wasn’t that foolish she-wolf who would die for him anymore—but before I could even think of how to refuse him, his voice echoed again.Darcy squinted, as if trying to read my mind. "Jump down! If you survive, I'll make you my Luna.""Darcy, I... you know I can't swim."I was surprised by how quickly I responded. Darcy definitely knew the truth—that I couldn’t swim. It was a perfectly reasonable excuse: I had simply forgotten I couldn’t."I know," he said, smirking. "So I'll raise the bet. If you become my Luna, you'll never be replaced. No matter how many she-wolves I mate with, you can always stay by my side."There was a time when I would’ve died for the chance to stay by his side. But that version of me is gone—I don’t love him anymore. Jumping into that pool meant death—and I wouldn’t risk my life again just to be fooled by him."Ginger, from the moment I met you, I knew you were a hanger-on."Seeing my hesitation, Darcy'

I had thought I knew Darcy very well. It seemed impossible for him to keep his chastity for half a year—he changed mating partners as often as he changed his clothes. Half a year was short, but for some Alphas like him, it was a long time. Unexpectedly, he really intended to keep his word. A month passed in the blink of an eye, and there were no other she-wolves around him. This was shocking. What’s more, his friends’ attitudes towards me gradually became more respectful.One time, I accompanied him to a private werewolf gathering. During the party, I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I overheard his Beta asking, “Darcy, did you fall in love with Ginger?” Every werewolf present was eagerly waiting for his answer, including me. He replied casually with a hint of satisfaction, “Fall in love? I’m just tired of playing around and want to take a break for a while. Ginger, this social climber, dared to risk her life to stay by my side. I was really touched.” Just a little touched.

Then, it was like a dream. My father’s company went bankrupt within a few days. The Lemche Clan sent their best team of werewolf lawyers to help me collect evidence and prove two murders: one was the death of my mother—my father had killed his mate and bribed a dying rogue to cover it up. He used all the compensation he received from the pack to start his business. The other was the death of Darcy Perkins. He had discovered something suspicious about my mother’s death and started a secret investigation. Unfortunately, my father found out and used the same brutal method again. An outstanding young man was brutally murdered in the prime of his life. Of course, my stepmother was an accomplice.Being powerful is truly advantageous. The truth that was once far beyond my reach was finally revealed. To Darcy Lemche, it was a piece of cake. At the end of the trial, Brigitte came to me and begged for mercy. “Ginger, no matter how bad your father is, he’s still your father. Are you planning to k