All Chapters of Scarlet Moon: The Marked Heir.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Aria’s PovThe moon was silver and full that night, and my life was broken. Tonight was supposed to be the night I became Luna; my mate, Kael Draven, Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was meant to brand me as his. Every girl dreams of this one moment. That one promise I had clung to for years as an omega, despite being ignored, doubted, and discarded, should have changed everything tonight.It did, but not in the "tomorrow" that was hoped for.Earlier, laughing filled the packhouse as my brother Darius and childhood friend Lyra threw me a small pre-ceremony celebration. Music thudded through the speakers, glasses clinked, and our voices drifted into the darkness like warm milk.Lyra hugged me. "Tomorrow, you will be the queen of everyone." I chuckled and turned to face Darius, who grinned as if he was proud of me. For a brief period, I believed it.Then everything twisted.I awoke to the harsh sting of moonlight penetrating my curtains. My head hammered heavily and strangely. My skin was

The sound was small, like skin on skin and fingers closing. But the force behind it was undeniable, and Rowan froze.I blinked through the pain, and another figure stood there, silent and immovable. He was taller and colder. His shirt hung open, revealing tattoos on his chest; he had the unique type of dark and dangerous beauty as before, but without a grin—only a look of steel.Whispers of terror erupted behind me. Though different, Lioran Veylar was the other twin. Cold, dangerous, and silent, he does not rely solely on words to express himself and achieve his goals. However, he was not as loud as his brother."Enough." His voice was low and dangerous, like a blade honed to perfection.Rowan snarled, "He insulted me…""I said enough." Lioran tightened his grip, his eyes gleaming, not wild, but controlled and calculating. The distinction between chaotic and quiet destruction.The air thickened and pressed down on the courtyard, like gravity itself. I looked up at him, chest heaving a

I didn't even need to look at him to know that his expression had changed. His rage had faded for a heartbeat, replaced by something sharper, something called hatred.My thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether I should swipe it away before anyone noticed. Unfortunately, it was too late.His voice cut through like a knife through ice: "Well, well, let me guess, Lioran sent you here."I stiffened, my heart pounding in my ears. Whether or not Neville was a rival of the Veylar brothers, his reputation spread faster than he did. His continuous staring indicated that he knew I didn't fit in.He moved closer, his gaze shifting to my phone. I silently cursed myself for not putting it away earlier."Lioran?" Nevile's brow arched. "That's a dangerous name to have lighting up your screen around here."I pushed the phone back into my pocket, attempting to maintain a steady voice. "And what's it to you?"It came out sharper than I intended, a silver sass breaking through my nerves, even th