All Chapters of The luna’s misery: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was running.All around me were wolves of many colors black, brown, grey, even white. Their glowing eyes pierced the night, but not a single one of them looked at me. My chest rose and fell in panic. As wolves, they should have been able to smell my scent, feel my presence. But no one turned. No one saw me.“Why can’t you see me?” I whispered, my voice weak.They passed me like shadows, their paws pounding the earth, their breath heavy in unison. It was like I didn’t exist. My legs trembled beneath me, the weight of the silence pressing against my chest. What if I really were dead?I reached out desperately to touch one of them, but my hand slipped through like smoke. A chill spread up my arm. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out only emptiness.And then beep.The sharp sound cut through the darkness like a knife. I turned, searching, but the wolves vanished as if they were never there.I snapped my eyes open.The white ceiling

“I have to take my leave now, Nora,” Elias smiled, his dimples pressing into his cheeks like they were carved just for moments like this. “The Alpha has me running errands all day. I just came to see if you finally woke up.” His voice carried a playful tune, like he was trying to hide the weight of his duties behind light words.“Alright,” I chuckled, though it sounded thinner than I wanted. My lips pulled into a smile, genuine this time. “Thank you for coming. I really appreciate your kindness. Thank you once again.”He paused for a second, his eyes lingering on mine like he wanted to say more. Instead, his shadow stretched across the pale wall of my room as he turned toward the door. “I will see you around after you’re discharged,” he said, his voice echoing softly, almost too gentle for a warrior.“You’ll be discharged tomorrow, Nora. You are already healing, and I can see you’re getting stronger,” the nurse added with a bright smile. Her presence always reminded me of sunlight bre

My stomach betrayed me again.The loud growl echoed in my room, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since morning. I had been lying on the bed crying since sunrise, and now it was almost evening. My eyes were swollen, my chest heavy, and my head ached.I wanted to keep lying there, but the hunger dragged me back. My body was weak. I pushed myself up slowly, dragging my feet to the door. Even the wooden handle felt heavy in my palm. With all my strength, I pulled it open.The air outside my room felt cooler, but my legs didn’t want to carry me. I had curled them so long while crying that they had gone numb. Limping, I held on to the railing as I went downstairs, one step at a time. Each step was like fire shooting through my veins, but I knew I had to get food or I would faint.The smell hit me before I even reached the kitchen. Meat. Roasted, seasoned, still warm. I could also smell butter, mashed potatoes, and the sweet citrus of orange juice. My stomach tightened so hard it almost hurt

The kitchen finally went silent. After hours of chopping, scrubbing, and running back and forth, the rattling of plates and the sharp voices of the older women faded behind me as I climbed the narrow stairs. My legs felt like stones. My palms still stung from scalding water, and sweat clung to my skin like a second layer of dirt.When I reached my room, I shut the door quickly and pressed my back against it, breathing in relief. My room was small, barely large enough for a bed and a wooden chest, but it was mine. My little cage. I hated it, but at the same time, it was the only place where I could pretend to be safe. Here, no one looked at me with disgust. Here, no one shouted at me to move faster.I dragged my shirt over my head and threw it into the basket, wrinkling my nose. The smell was unbearable sweat and kitchen smoke. I shuffled into the bathroom, barely able to keep my eyes open.The moment I turned the faucet, water poured into the tub, filling the room with a soft sound th

I dragged myself out of bed, every bone in my body aching from the night before. Sleep had given me no peace, only fear and questions that refused to leave my head. The green strands in my hair mocked me every time I moved, glowing faintly when the sunlight slipped through the thin curtains.Still, no matter how I felt, I knew I had to join the kitchen for breakfast duty. If I missed, the whispers would grow louder. Helen would use it against me. And Alpha Johnson… I didn’t even want to think about what he would do if I disobeyed.I forced myself toward the bathroom, my legs dragging. My reflection in the mirror caught me off guard. My skin looked pale, my eyes sunken. The green hair shimmered as if alive, as if mocking my weakness.I clenched my jaw and turned away quickly.The bathtub filled slowly with warm water, steam curling up like a soft blanket. I stretched my arms high above my head before stepping in, groaning as my stiff muscles pulled. It had been so long since I went on