All Chapters of The Scarred Luna & Her Dark Princes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Pain.It came hot and sharp, like a shockwave to the body. The little girl screamed as she fell to the ground, her face stinging from the claw attack on her face. Then she turned, true fear licking at her insides as she sighted the scary man fast advancing on her. Quickly, she scrambled back on shaky hands and feet, her vision blurring with the blood gushing over it. In that moment she wished she had stayed in hiding like her parents warned her to. At first, she had obeyed, but then her friend got in trouble and she couldn’t watch The Fae Fox kill him. Not when she liked him so much. The Fae Fox was a scary man and it wasn’t because he was unusally tall, with long slender arms that ended in sharp talons. Neither was it because of the sharp fangs gleaming in the moonlight. No. It was because of his one eye. Red like a blazing ember, there was something truly sinister in the way he looked at her. There had been rumors that as a were-fox, he liked to eat children and as her back

RIVERThe hall became so silent that the shuffle of feet could be heard. Then the Luna Queen suddenly appeared beside her son, regaled in a black chiffon dress that pooled around her feet and accentuated her figure. With a neck clad in diamonds, Ruby Rutherford was a fierce type of beauty - a dark feminine who instilled fear with a look just like her son. “Your Majesty.” I immediately lowered myself in a bow.“What are you doing here?!” I heard her snarl and before I could raise my head, she grabbed my hair so hard, my scalp screamed in pain. People laughed but suddenly, a snarl rippled through the hall, silencing everyone and causing the Luna to still.I raised my head and to my surprise, I found Densmore baring his teeth at his mother. Her brows furrowed in confusion.“What's going on, Denny?” She asked softly and whatever she must heard via mindlink was enough to make her release me from her death grip. I rubbed my scalp, biting down my wince, then Paloma came forward to help me

DENSMORESOME MINUTES EARLIEREver since River left, I had known no peace.Instead, my wolf had whined and purred, until I had to excuse myself from the party, Unfortunately for me, Paloma followed and I wondered why she didn't follow after her best friend.“Baby, please talk to me!” Paloma demanded and I sighed just as I reached my bedroom door and turned around. “I want to be alone.” I mindlinked and Paloma looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. “Den, you’ve just been through a traumatic experience. You need someone to be there for you.” She reached out, her hands rubbing my collarbone. For the first time in forever, her touch made me uncomfortable, so I grabbed her hand and peeled them off of me. “I’m fine. I want to be alone. You should check on your friend.” I insisted and didn’t wait for her reply before going in and closing the doors behind me. After hearing her walk away, I heaved a sigh and crossed the room to my balcony while removing my suit jacket and tie. Then

RIVER“I am really sorry this is happening.” I heard the Queen say and my stomach twisted in fear. Immediately, Paloma and I rushed to hide behind a giant vase near the staircase. “I will make sure every single person is severely punished for trespassing your lands.” The Queen finished, coming into the living room and standing just a few feet away from where we hid. “I’m afraid that won’t be necessary.” A male voice answered, and instantly my eyes closed in bliss. It was a voice so soothing and seductive like a lover’s whisper, scratching my brain in all the right ways. “They are all dead.”My eyes bulged wide open, not at the deadly message per sey but at the way he said it like he was amused or pleased in some way. Peeping through the small opening behind where we hid, I saw a man so tall, my neck craned up. He had his back to us, and he was dressed in clothes that did nothing to hide his small waist, buff legs and wide back. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the

RIVERThe paper crumpled beneath my fingers before I threw it to the floor. It joined a dozen other balls of failed words scattered across the rug. I had been at it for hours, trying to string together a goodbye that made sense, something that would make my existence feel a little less pathetic but every sentence looked empty.Maybe there were no right words. Maybe nothing I could write would ever fix the damage I’d caused.Frustration burned hot in my chest making me grab the notebook and pen I’d been using and in a fit of anger, I hurled them across the living room. They fell to the floor of the empty living room in a clatter.Still not done, still a scream ripped from my throat, so raw and broken it felt like it tore my lungs apart. My whole body shook, trembling with rage, despair, and exhaustion. It was long and hard like a wail and it echoed through the hollow house until my voice gave out.Collapsing onto the floor, I dug my fingers into my hair, gripping it tight as bitter sob