All Chapters of The Slave Who Owned The Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Amaya’s POV“Where the hell is she?” I hear Evelara yell, her voice reverberating through the pack house. There are over twenty ladies attending to her every need, but I know I am the one she’s referring to. The orphan. The only one who didn’t have to beg her way to be made a slave in the pack house. I am not even supposed to be in here. My place has always been by the pack's healer's side, using my gifts to treat illnesses. Yet, here I am, an addition to a line of slaves. With one hand folded in a fist, and the other balancing a basket on my waist, I increase my pace, running into her bedroom. She sits before the vanity, staring at her reflection. The moment Evelara sees me, she holds her hand up to stop the ladies working on her hair. They take a few steps back, their faces staring at the plain wooden ground. They know better than to interrupt.Her hand collides with my face, forcing me to look the other way. It stings. I feel it in every fragment of my being. “My mating ceremo

Amaya’s POVThe bond should have broken. I felt the shift the moment he said those words right after he wiped my tears. I stood there long after Evelara left, waiting for the pain to end, or at least, show signs that it was finally at the end.But it didn’t.Instead, it changed. Now, the pain has dulled under my skin, rearing its head on days when I feel like I am drowning under water. On the nights when it starts, I find myself back in the woods, curled against the tree where he left me. I don’t cry anymore. I have promised myself that that day would be the last time I would cry for Darian. Right now, I am filled with fury and hate, deepened by the fact that I can still feel the bond clinging to me, pulsing through my bones.My wolf enjoys the feeling, but I don’t. I want to get back at Alpha Darian and strike where it hurts. By the time I make it back to the pack house, the crack of dawn is already visible through the skies. The hallways are quiet as I walk through the wooden flo

Amaya’s POVIt takes me longer than expected to sneak out of the west wing. After waiting for a few more minutes to ensure Lucian is finally gone, I make my way out of the room and back to the first floor, only to find out that the door had jammed.For a second, I think that I am going to be trapped in here, with all the thoughts and seemingly buried secrets, and that when I pound on the door for help, Evelara will be the one to hear me.But after a few more tries, the door opens under my palms and I slip out, moving through the same path I came in through. The crest now lies in the pocket of my pants, the lightweight bearing more on my mind.I am almost back in the kitchen when I hear laughter traveling from the living area. It has to be the first time I have heard such easy sound in the pack house, as everyone is always so uptight and scared of Darian. Rather than go to the kitchen, I edge instead towards the sound, stopping just before the archway that leads into the living room.