Todos os capítulos de THE LUNA'S RECKONING : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

TRAVIS“Can you at least smile?! It is your birthday for goddess sake!”“I am aware it's my birthday,” I mutter back at Mark. “Which is why I am kind of pissed that you would do this. You know how I feel about parties!”“Oh, come on!” He retorts. “What kind of future Alpha hates socializing like this?”“Me. This kind of future Alpha. I can't believe you even planned it in a club. And invited other packs. What the hell, Mark?!”“You should be grateful,” he mutters as we push into the club through the VIP entrance. “This su an opportunity for you to mix with people without the formalities of the other events. And besides, this is your last birthday before you find your mate. Don't you want to live a little? I mean… you are still a virgin!” He whispers that last bit.“You say that like it's a bad thing,” I mutter.“Not a bad thing, just a weird one. You are weird.”“And you are annoying.”“The birthday boy is here!!!!” The shout goes out the moment I walk into the place and soon after I

TRAVIS 13 YEARS LATER“She is here again,” Mark says as she barges into my office at the company. “Who?” I ask as I look up from the computer in the desk.“Selene, that witch,” he answers with a snarl and I let out a groan He means that literally.Selene, is an actual witch.One who for some goddess forsaken reason, has set her sights on me.Ever since I became alpha of the Tryst pack and took over the family company, she has been relentless in her pursuit and has no desire to hear the word no.Suffice to say, everyone in my inner circle hates her.“Tell her I am not available,” I tell him just as the door slams open.“Too late,” the witch in person sings out loud as she strolls into my office with Clara, my human secretary who rushed in with her.“I am sorry, Mr. Raid,” she says with an apologetic look on her face. “She wouldn't listen-”“It is fine, Clara,” I say. “You can go back.”She gives me a nod and sends a black look to Selene before she walks away.“You know,” Selene begi

LOUISAI am going to kill someone.I am not even exaggerating.It is the cold hard truth I will kill someone.And it will be that Alpha “Our mate,” my wolf whispers“Shut up!” I hiss at her.Mate or not, the bastard has my kids“Can you just take a moment to breathe,” she says, completely ignoring my order. “And think through this situation.”“I am thinking through the situation,” I grit out. “I am well aware of the situation at hand. It is why I am fucking worried and terrified.”“Lou-”“This is the Tryst pack, for goddess sakes!” I snap, nearly breaking down in tears. “The Tryst pack! You know their rules! They kill all rogues that cross their territory on sight!”“And yet, we are still alive.”“That-”“That means something. It means our mate-”“It means nothing!” I stop to take a breath and give my hands some respite after banging

TRAVIS “They need to be checked if they are going to be assimilated into the pack.” The moment the words slip out, I know I have made a huge mistake. A terrible one Louisa’s eyes literally glow with fury, her body tense like a coiled spring ready to snap. “Who gave you the fucking right?” she snarls as she rips away from me and edges closer, forcing me to back up. Never, have I ever had to back away from someone before. I guess there is a first time for everything. “Louisa -” “Assimilated into the pack?” she echoes, her voice rising with each syllable, sharp and cutting like a blade. “You think you can just decide that without me? Their mother?! How dare you?!” “Louisa, please—” She cuts me off, her voice cracking with a mix of anger and fear. “They are my kids, Travis! Mine! Not yours, not th

SELENE “Aaargh!’ The screams echoes in the air mingling with the thick scents of burning sage and the coppery tang of blood. It clings to the dark stone walls of my sanctum, a place that has seen countless rituals and punishments over the decades. The flickering light from the sconces casts eerie, dancing shadows, making the room feel alive with a sinister presence. My sanctuary, my domain, where no one dares defy me. Except this bitch. The woman's screams echoes through the space, each cry sharper, more desperate than the last. How dare she covet what is mine? Mine. The supreme coven mistress. I sneer down at her limp body, bound to an iron chair at the center of the room, with enchanted chains glowing faintly around her wrists and ankles. The magic in them seeps into her, draining her str