All Chapters of THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I went home immediately, I didn't even wait for Sienna. I fet so much shame, and my body still hummed with the memory of Elliot, but instead of warmth, it brought a coldness that settled deep into my bones. Why did I let him touch me? Why did I want him even when I knew better? He had a fiancée, a future already mapped out for him, yet one look at my direction, one kiss, and I fell apart. I sank onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow, I was torn between anger at him and disgust at myself. My heart screamed that it was wrong, but my wolf howled that it was right. That conflict was ripping me apart. I thought of Arianna, beautiful, elegant and perfect with the priestess’s blessing. And me, hidden in the shadows, clinging to scraps of stolen attention. Was that all I was meant to be, someone’s secret, someone’s shame? My chest ached so much I could barely breathe. In my despair, I reached for the only thing that felt like an anchor: my mother’s journal. Maybe she would have an

The next few nights at the Den blurred together, but in a different way than before. For once, I didn’t dread being summoned to the private suites. There were no cold eyes waiting to dissect me, no condescending words meant to remind me of my place. Instead, it was Xavier with his mask off and a soft smile. He never asked for more than my company, though I knew he could, he paid enough to demand anything. And yet… he didn’t. “Do you always spend money this carelessly?” I asked one night, curling up on the far end of the velvet couch. A bottle of wine sat open on the table, but his glass remained mostly full. He chuckled, “I don’t call it careless. I call it an investment.” “In me?” I arched a brow, already preparing to scoff. “That’s ridiculous.” “Not ridiculous at all.” His eyes found mine. “I like being here with you. And it isn’t only me gaining something, you smile more when we talk.” He was right, I was enjoying this too, but I wasn't about to admit it, so I tried to

I sat curled up on the edge of my bed, the journal lying open beside me, as my thoughts spiraled. This was supposed to be my destiny. The Moon Goddess herself had chosen me to stand beside Elliot, to unite our packs, to fight back against the rogues. But why… why did my life have to be arranged in such a way that made the prophecy practically impossible? Elliot recoils at the very thought of me being his mate. I’ve seen it in his eyes, the way he looks down on me like dirt on his shoes. He is ashamed of me being an Omega and a Striper. He would never marry me, not when Ariana exists. And then there’s my so-called father, Callan Redhart. The mighty Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack. He doesn’t even know I exist. Would he accept me if he did? Or would he cast me out like a stain on his perfect name? I don’t even have proof yet. The birthmark is gone, erased by my mother’s desperate choice, and I have to wait until I turn twenty before it reappears. I'll be Twenty next year. One year b

I was driven to a hotel I had never been in before. The men barely spoke as the car slid to a stop. My chest was tight as one of them opened my door, gesturing silently for me to step out. Every nerve screamed for me to run, but Sienna’s face flashed in my mind, I can't allow anything bad to happen to her because of me, so I went inside. The hallway smelled of expensive polish and cologne. I was led to a particular room, the door already cracked open, like it was waiting just for me. My hand trembled as I pushed it wider. Elliot was there. Sitting on a couch like he owned the world, a half-burned cigar was between his fingers, the smoke coming from it curled in lazy rings around his head. When his eyes lifted to me, they gleamed with vicious delight, and then he smiled wickedly. “Come here,” he said, patting the empty space beside him. I didn’t move. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I glared at him. His smile only widened. “Come on Liora, don't pretend like you are not h

The hotel meetings continued. Elliot sent his men for me two or three times a week, and I went without complaining. I hated every second of it, hated how powerless it made me feel, but some part of me had resigned to fate. Fighting him only gave him more satisfaction, so I kept my pride by pretending his control didn’t bother me. I never gave him the pleasure of seeing me pleased with the arrangement, even though deep down I knew the truth neither of us wanted to say aloud, we both needed each other.He carried his shame in silence, and I carried my anger in mine. Maybe things would change when my real identity as a Moonblood heir was finally revealed. Maybe then, he would understand that this bond between us was not some twisted mistake but destiny itself.I had missed the last two meetings with Elliot because I was helping Sienna with her wedding preparations. That evening, after coming back from the caterer’s office, I was exhausted but relieved to be home. A delivery boy was waiti