All Chapters of The Luna Mistress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

ALESSIA'S POVI always thought the worst thing that could happen was losing my father.Turns out, I was wrong.The worst thing is standing half-naked on a marble platform, wrists cuffed in silver, while wolves with fat purses and hungrier eyes circle me like I’m a piece of meat.My feet are numb from the cold stone beneath me, but I won’t shiver. I won’t bow. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear crawl across my skin.A low murmur ripples through the crowd when I lift my chin higher. Let them look. Let them wonder if the traitor’s daughter still has enough bite to scar a king.“This one,” the auctioneer croons, voice dripping honey and poison, “is pure-blooded from the old Moonglade line. Untouched. Spirited. A Luna, if broken properly.”A thick chuckle rumbles somewhere to my left. A wolf in a velvet coat runs his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasted me.Filth.I don’t flinch when the auctioneer waves a hand at me. “Turn, girl.”I stay perfectly still. My voice

ALESSIA'S POVThe first thing I notice about Blackthorn Manor is that it smells wrong.Not rotten, not exactly. Just... heavy. Like the walls remember too many secrets and haven’t bothered to hide the scent of old blood.They lead me through high archways and stone corridors lit by flickering torches. My boots click against polished floors while the two guards at my back pretend I don’t exist.I keep my chin up. If they think I’m going to cower after what Damian did tonight, they’ll die disappointed.One guard stops at a thick wooden door bound with iron rivets. He mutters something under his breath — probably an insult — then pushes it open for me.The room inside is large, warm, suffocatingly clean. A fire roars in the hearth. Furs cover the bed that looks too soft to trust.A cage can wear silk sheets and still be a cage.I turn to the guard. “Do you sleep here too? Or just watch from the keyhole?”He doesn’t answer. Just slams the door shut.I almost laugh. Coward.***I strip off

ALESSIA'S POVIf there’s one thing I’ve learned in this house of wolves, it’s that silence is rarely safe.Too much silence means someone is plotting.Too little means they’re doing it right in front of you.Right now, I have the wrong kind of silence.I stand alone in the training yard at dawn, gripping a dulled practice blade. My shoulders ache from hours of drills Lira barked at me until she got bored and left me here — an unclaimed Luna with bruises as proof I don’t bend easily.A few warriors linger along the fence, pretending to practice while their eyes keep sliding back to me. Some flinch when I meet their gaze. Others hold it too long, daring me to break first.I don’t.***I swing again, harder, the blade biting into the training dummy with a satisfying crack. My breath clouds in the morning chill, hair sticking to my neck.“Impressive.”I don’t have to turn to know who it is.Rowen’s voice slithers under my skin like a thorn.“Go away.”He ignores me, stepping closer. His s