บททั้งหมดของ Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I woke up gasping for air as if it had been sucked straight out of my lungs. The pain at the back of my neck still lingered, but I had bigger problems to worry about.The room around me was unfamiliar, and I sat up with every hair on my body standing on end, fully on alert. I could feel the wolf within me growling at the hostility of the situation.When I tried to stand, dizziness hit me as a result of the blow that had knocked me out, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I felt a weight pulling at my foot.Only then did I realize the worst: I was chained with a thick and heavy iron chain.I grabbed the chain and yanked with all my strength, but it was useless. That thing could easily hold down a brute. Then I had an idea: if I shifted, maybe my paw could slip through, or I could even break it.So I tried.I tried to transform.And failed.It was completely useless.My transformation was being blocked. Every time I tried to release the beast within me, something forced it back down. Frustr

The claim mark is a mark that only an alpha can leave. He can mark any wolf, of any gender, to be his and his alone. No one, no other wolf, whether from his pack or not, can touch the one who has been marked.Generally, it was something done by mutual agreement and accompanied by a union ceremony. It was not a painful bite, but one said to be as light and pleasant as a passionate kiss between two lovers who haven’t seen each other for years.Like the meeting of two souls destined by the Goddess.Very far from what was happening there.Moreover, to my misfortune, there was more: Once marked, always marked.Unless the alpha who made the mark rejected the marked wolf, there was no turning back.But even that rejection was complicated. It hurt, it stung, and it burned in both, as if someone were trying to peel the skin off one of their limbs.There were only very rare and specific cases.I knew that.And that was precisely why I was filled with despair.I was the alpha of my pack, so on a

I was lying on Rayan’s bed, wearing only a sheer dress. Something that felt like an unbearable weight at a moment when all I wanted was to feel my skin touched by the air. He appeared at the foot of the bed and walked toward me wearing the same clothes he had worn with those other women, his chest exposed and damp with sweat.He moved with the authority and dignity of a true alpha, as if he owned the whole world, everything around him, including me. He climbed onto the bed with an agile leap. I saw flashes of his wolf cross his eyes; there was a raw lust in him that struck the fire inside me.He leaned over me and pinned my hands above my head. I did not want to struggle; part of me wanted him to dominate me and claim me. I felt his weight against mine as he kissed me with violence and force, his hands tearing my dress, and then he buried himself inside me, so deep and so harsh I dug my nails into his back instinctively.I felt my body shake under the waves of pleasure, one clímax afte

An Arie? Here? Without a direct order from his alpha? No, that made no sense.The Arie are what we call “wolves married to war.” They don’t take partners so they won’t experience the Wave, and they can always be ready for combat. They are a portrait of loyalty. Warriors who dedicate their lives to fighting and protecting the pack, close to the alpha like intimate friends, like true soul-brothers.So it made absolutely no sense for the Arie captain to be here hidden from his alpha. It could only be another one of Rayan’s little games.“You’re an Arie and you’re here against your alpha’s orders?” I asked, trying to trigger some reaction from him.“Well… not exactly.” He averted his gaze for a moment, then returned it. “Rayan ordered me to keep an eye on you, to make sure you don’t die or that no one touches you. So I’m not exactly breaking orders, you need to drink something to stay alive.”He raised again the skin pouch he’d been carrying, pressed the fresh water to my lips. I was still

Violet.The mind is capable of great feats when pushed to its limits. And Rayan had driven me pass every imaginable edge. Every night, when he appeared in that room before me, a fever rose inside me. I felt myself consumed, little by little, by desire, by the need to surrender to him.This night was no different.I had no idea how long I’d been confined to darkness and cold. But when he arrived with the concubines chosen for the night, I felt myself slipping away, drowning in a lake of pure desire. Rayan haunted me in a torturously delicious way, and I was tired of denying it.He was especially aggressive tonight, taking those women with a roughness that seemed to vent all his frustration and rage on them. And probably it was.For a brief moment I felt satisfied, imagining I’d caused that loss of control. It was my body he wanted; it was me he wanted to handle like that. The thought set me burning, and for an instant I felt tempted to give in.I let my eyes follow their movements, fo