All Chapters of The Luna Reborn: Surviving As The FL In A Werewolf Romance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Run?” I repeated, because my brain was still buffering. “Run where?!”Neither Kieran nor Rowan answered. Kieran grabbed my wrist, Rowan grabbed my other arm, and suddenly I was being yanked between two of them and we were sprinting like track stars on steroids.“Wait! What the hell is happening?!” I half-screamed, half-wheezed, my bare feet slapping against damp earth as I tried desperately to keep up with them. “Wait, what was that howl? Who the hell was that? Oh my God, what's happening?"I had died, died by the hands of a Dorito chip of all things, and woken up in this medieval nightmare hellscape, and now now I was being chased down to my death by a bloodthirsty God knows what.“Quiet,” Kieran snapped without looking back.“Quiet?!” I tripped over a root, barely caught myself. “You can’t just drop me into the middle of Twilight but with rabies and tell me to be quiet!”Rowan shot Kieran a glare over my head. “You’re scaring her.”“She should be scared, fear will keep her moving a

The pack house was huge. So many werewolves flitting about, betas and omegas busy with one job or another in one vast, overwhelming community. Sometimes they would pass by me, quiet down, and give me a low respectful bow, saying; "May the Moon Goddess illuminate your path, Luna, and may her favour forever be upon your royal blood."Then they would wait patiently until I acknowledged them before going right back to their regular loud business. It was so bizarre, I felt like Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones.I wasn't technically coronated as the Luna yet, but apparently it was an open secret that Kieran and I were mates, and that was good enough for everyone.If I remembered the timeline right, this was a month before the mating ceremony, where every pack wolf would drop by for a grand, star-lit gathering around a bonfire as the mated alpha couple would claim each other and solidify their position as pack leaders. It was supposed to be beautiful and romantic, it was also suppos

The lake closed over my head and swallowed me whole, and panic slammed into my chest. My arms flailed uselessly as my heavy skirts dragged me down. Water filled my nose, my lungs, my brain and I ridiculously, horribly thought,"Really? First I die choking on a Dorito, and now I get the bonus round of drowning?"Before I could process that thought, something wrapped around me and an iron-strong arm pulled me up with inhuman force, and my head broke the surface with a choking gasp as my lungs burned as badly as the water had, and when I blinked the stinging lake out of my eyes, I was staring straight at Alpha Kieran Silverfang’s face.He didn’t look relieved at all, if anything, he looked enraged. Sh*t.“Do you have a death wish?” His low, dangerous voice thundered, vibrating against my ribs where his chest pressed mine.Behind him, Rowan staggered closer through the water, his golden hair was plastered wet against his forehead, eyes wide and stricken in shock. “She slipped,” he said qui

I slammed Kieran’s door on my way out a little harder than necessary, stomping down the hall in what I hoped looked like queenly indignation rather than childish pouting. I was halfway to convincing myself that I was done thinking about getting interrupted by the Elder in what could possibly have been the best night of my life, when I caught sight of something gleaming on the wall. A mirror.Not the cheap kind from Target that warps your reflection, but a heavy gilded thing framed in carved wolves and moons.I stared at the mirror in disbelief. It was the first time I’d ever truly looked at myself since I got here, and the girl staring back wasn’t me.Sure, the reflection had my eyes, the same unplucked eyebrows. But the rest? It was all wrong. This face was softer, the cheekbones higher, the jaw more delicate, with hair cascading down in ridiculous waves no salon on Earth could’ve faked without a thousand-dollar price tag.Elowyn. The tragic, selfless, impossibly beautiful heroine o

Rowan stood by the archway, sunlight catching in his hair like a halo, making him look every inch the golden boy Alpha. Except his eyes weren’t soft today; instead, they were wounded, burning with a different kind of fury than Kieran’s. “You shouldn’t be here,” I hissed automatically, glancing around. I bobbed my head to the right twice as a signal for him to leave. A few curious eyes were already peeking. Great. Just what I need right now, more gossip. Elder Malkirk would probably love it if they all thought I was threatening their precious treaty and hated me. Rowan ignored that, striding forward until he was too close, until I could smell damp earth and pine on his skin. “You look tired,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch my cheek. “What did he do to you?” “Don’t.” My voice cracked sharper than I meant, but if I let him, Rowan would unravel me in a different way than Kieran. Not with overbearing dominance, but with his earnest devotion that made my chest ache with guilt