All Chapters of Scarred Under Moonlight: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Aria Moonclaw was born beneath a sky heavy with stars, the only child of Alpha Mason Moonclaw, leader of the Silverfang Pack. From her first breath, her life was different. She was treasured. She was cherished. She was loved beyond reason. Her father adored her not only because she was his child, but because she was all he had left. His mate, Luna Elena, had been the anchor of his soul, the calm in his storms, the laughter in his darkest days. She had been everything to him his partner, his balance, his true mate chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. And then, too soon, she was gone. The pack whispered that Alpha Mason was never the same after Elena’s death. His fire dimmed, his temper sharpened, but his heart… all the love he could not give Elena anymore, he poured into their daughter. Aria. She became his reason to rise each day. His reason to fight. His reason to believe in the Moon Goddess still. But even love is complicated. Alpha Mason had always prayed for a son, someone to c

The crowd pressed closer, their voices rising like a swarm of insects, buzzing in her ears, biting into her skin, filling the sacred clearing with venom. “Why does she carry a human’s mark?” “The Moon Goddess would never bless such filth.” “She’s tainted. She can’t be Alpha.” Each word was a lash. Each whisper a knife cutting deeper. Aria’s knees wavered beneath her, trembling as though the ground itself had turned against her. The heat of their stares pressed in from every side, suffocating, crushing, burning her. Her lungs fought for air, but her chest would not open. The mark on her wrist pulsed hotter, glowing faintly beneath the torchlight for all to see. She curled her fingers into a fist, nails slicing into her palm until blood welled, but still the glow remained. No matter how tightly she clenched, no matter how desperately she wished, the cursed light would not disappear. She wanted to claw it off. To tear her own skin apart. To bleed until the shame was gone.

Jessica did not sleep that night.The words she had overheard Aria is pregnant throbbed in her skull like a war drum that refused to fade. She tossed beneath her sheets, the fabric tangling around her legs, the night air stifling though the windows were thrown wide open. Every time her eyes closed, she saw it again: the proud Alpha’s daughter reduced to a trembling girl, tears streaking her cheeks, clutching her stomach as though it might shatter.Jessica buried her face into her pillow, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She could not stop trembling. This secret this devastating truth was a blade in her hands. One slip, one whisper, and she could change everything.At first, her heart wavered.Aria had never been cruel to her. She had never mocked Jessica, never humiliated her, never lorded her status over her. If anything, Aria had been kinder than most, offering smiles where others sneered, extending hands where others turned away.But kindness could not silence the

The mark burned again.Sebastian Blackthorn’s eyes snapped open in the suffocating darkness of his chamber. His breath came shallow, each inhale a ragged rasp as though invisible hands pressed down against his chest. Sweat clung to his skin, dampening the sheets tangled around his body. For a moment he lay still, frozen in the haze of sleep and memory. But the searing pain jolted him fully awake.He threw the sheets aside, pulling at the robe clinging to him. His gaze fell to his chest.There it was.The crest.It pulsed faintly against his skin, glowing like molten silver carved into his flesh. Each throb was a reminder. A curse. A chain.“Glowing again,” he muttered bitterly, the words breaking into the silence of his chambers. His lips curled into a humorless smirk, but the expression was hollow mockery masking regret.He pressed his palm against the mark, trying to silence its burn. But nothing worked. Not pressure. Not prayer. Not even pretending it wasn’t there. Because the mome

The night was merciless.Sleep never came.Sebastian sat at the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched forward, the cold touch of moonlight spilling through the tall windows and painting him in silver. His eyes fixed on the faint glow pulsing from his chest. The mark burned into his skin, branded into his soul.His jaw tightened. He pressed a palm against it, willing it to stop, to fade, to disappear.“Glowing again,” he muttered bitterly. His lips twisted into a humorless smirk, but it vanished almost as quickly as it came. The mark mocked him. Each flicker was a cruel reminder of the night he wanted erased.The night he had lost control.The night he had ruined everything.Inside, his wolf stirred sharp, restless, unrelenting.You’re unsettled because you’re running from it.Sebastian’s head snapped up. He clenched his teeth. “I’m not running,” he growled under his breath, his voice hoarse with self-loathing.But the wolf’s voice only pressed harder.You are. You’ve faced kings on the t