All Chapters of Violet: Luna Of The One-eye Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(PROLOGUE)Violet’s POVThey used to say the Moon Goddess created mates, so no wolf would ever walk this world alone.But the story changed, and so did we.They say a thousand years ago, we twisted love into hunger, into greed, into something sharp enough to kill. And so the Goddess took her gifts back.Now true mates are a bedtime myth.Love is a contract.Marriage is a strategy board.Hearts are collateral.And still, my father used to tell me a different story; He used to swear there would come one child, born of divine blood and alpha blood combined. A king not crowned, but chosen. A ruler of all packs.The one who would return the bond to all wolves.The Child Of The Bond Breaker.Once, I used to believe him… I believed in that prophecy. I huff a small laugh now as I fold the last of my clothes into my suitcase. The fabric smells like home, but even that memory feels distant now.Believing in myths is probably why I’ve spent the last ten years running, hiding, starting over, repe

Violet’s POVThe room was spinning.Not from the lights. Not from the music. But from the sound of his voice.“Sell her to me,” Merrin had said.And just like that, my life was over.I stared up at him from the floor, my palms sticky with spilled wine and blood. His shadow fell over me, tall, sharp, and cold.The same shadow that haunted my nightmares for ten long years.I thought losing his eye was the worst thing I could ever do to him. Turns out, the worst thing was meeting him again.The manager’s greedy smile split his face. “Of course, Alpha Merrin. She’s yours.”I looked up at Merrin pleadingly, hoping praying, he might change his mind and let me go. He’d already taken everything once; my father, our name, the life we built.That should be enough.He stood up and stepped closer, towering over me. “Welcome back,” he whispered. “We’re just getting started.”I knew immediately I had to stand up for myself, I couldn’t let him buy me off like I was some cheap good.I tried to stand,

Violet’s POVDawn hadn’t even broken when I began packing my bags.The sky outside my window hung dull and gray, the kind of color that warned something terrible was coming.My hands shook as I stuffed clothes into the suitcase. I didn’t even care what I packed. I just needed to leave.I would never be Merrin’s wife.Never!I’d rather die than wear his name.Being with him isn’t marriage, it’s a slow death dressed in gold.I could still hear my own voice from yesterday, raw and disbelieving. “What…?” I had screamed, my eyes wide, horror and fury clashing like storms in my chest. “You can’t force…”“I can,” he interrupted, his tone sharp enough to cut my skin. “And I will. You’ll live beside me… a slave hidden behind the word ‘wife’. You’ll wear my mark, sleep in my bed, and call me husband. And every morning, you’ll wake up knowing that the man you blinded… is the man who owns you now.”The truth in his voice chilled me.Merrin didn’t joke, that’s why everyone called him ruthless.Bu

Violet’s POV The cheering still echoed in my ears long after it should’ve faded.They had sung.For him.For the monster.I couldn’t believe the pack members, grown men and women, had taken time out of their lives to compose such a beautiful song for someone like Merrin.The melody still danced around the courtyard, soft and haunting. It should’ve been sung for a hero… not for him.Yes, he was devilishly handsome, tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair, a jaw sharp enough to wound, the kind of man who looked like he could command storms. The scar slashing across his eye only made him look more dangerous… more perfect.Every woman’s dream.Once, he had been mine too.Back in school, before I learned what kind of darkness lived behind those beautiful, bottomless eyes.Now, watching him laugh and shake hands with old men, hugging them like he cared… I wanted to scream.Wolves-Heaven had changed since I last stepped foot here ten years ago, back when his father ruled. But now, the pack looked

Zoella’s POVI haven’t spoken a single word to my mother since the moment Violet left. A thousand thoughts clawed through my mind; to kill my mother for selling my sister, to scream at her, to expose her to the entire Luna-Light Pack. But I couldn’t. She was still my mother, no matter what she’d done. Finally, I decided to face her. I sat across from her at the kitchen table, her face half-hidden behind the steam rising from her untouched tea. The house smelled of old wood and lavender polish, but beneath it lingered the scent of regret left too long in the air. My voice came out louder than I intended. “Say it again,” I said, my hands trembling from anger. “Tell me what you said about Violet this morning.” Her eyes snapped up, cold and sharp. “I said she’s not my daughter. And she’s not your sister either.” The words hit like ice water. I slammed my fist on the table. Her tea spilled, staining the tablecloth. “She is my sister,” I said, voice shaking. “Maybe you did