All Chapters of RISE OF THE SCORNED LUNA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TWOCAMILEEverything unfolded in slow motion. They stood at the center of the podium, dressed in royal attire, while the pack members gazed at them as if they were divine beings. The claps echoed throughout the opening. It dulled the pounding of my heart. I couldn't tell what was happening, what I was seeing. I wanted the nightmare to end, for the prank to end. This was definitely a prank, and Zane was soon going to laugh at my expression and shout, "Gotcha!” None of that happened. I stood up on shaky feet. “Zane…” This time I could speak. Zane’s head snapped towards me, and I heard someone shout a command. “Drag her out.” That didn't deter me. I pulled myself towards Zane, the man who loved me, the man who treated me like I was all of his dreams come true. But this man didn't look like the man I've loved for the past 4 years. He wasn't looking at me like I was all of his dreams come true. He was looking at me like I was filth, dirty, and not worthy of being in his presence.

CAMILE They were now right in front of me, oozing Alpha aura and authority. I've only seen them once, not this close. It was during Moonfall’s Alpha's gala, and I had accompanied Zane as his Luna. All the attention in the hall had then been on them; they had stood out due to the royal aura and power. You didn't even need to know they were princes before feeling their power. My breath held by itself. I could tell them apart by their dress, which was really popular in Moonfall. Kael was dressed in a black suit, while Arlo was casually dressed; you'd think he was the leader of some motorbike gang, not an alpha prince. Only the high bar stool separated us, and I felt incredibly self-conscious. I wondered why they were here. Do they know me? That was highly impossible. Zane was one of the weakest alphas in Moonfall, and even if they knew him, they wouldn't know his wife. Did they approach me, singled me out, out of the hundreds of girls here, because they wanted me? That was highly

CAMILE I woke up, and for a split second, I didn’t remember where I was.The sheets didn’t smell like my house. The bed was too big, too soft. My body felt… sore, warm, heavy. My cheeks heated instantly.Oh gods.Last night.I swallowed hard, eyes darting around and landing right on Arlo. He lay on his stomach, one arm stretched carelessly across the bed, hair messy, lips parted slightly. Completely unbothered. Completely naked.I jerked my gaze away so fast I almost hurt myself because if I stared any longer, the memories would hit me too hard.And they were already hitting me hard enough.Kael wasn’t there. Of course, he wasn’t. He looked like the type to wake up early, smooth his hair, drink coffee, and read through business emails while completely nude.“Oh God,” I whispered into my palms, mortified.I need to leave.I slid slowly off the bed, biting back a little gasp at the soreness in my thighs, and began to wear my clothes, trying not to wake Arlo up. Within seconds, I was

EIGHTCAMILE It has been two nights.Two long, ridiculous, impossible nights, and I still couldn’t get them out of my head. It was as if every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Arlo’s mouth on me and Kael’s hands on my body. Their voices coaxing me to climax.The thoughts were so fucking tangible that it was always like they were in the room with me. I don’t know what has come over me. It was like I had completely lost myself between them, like I have never had a single boundary in my life.It was honestly pathetic at this point.I tried to focus on the job applications in front of me, three tabs open on my laptop, a half-typed cover letter, and a growing headache, because all I could think about was them.Arlo’s breath against my inner thigh. Kael whispering in my ear and he flicked my nipples. Their bodies pinning me down.The way I came apart so easily.I shook my head hard. “Get a grip, Camile,” I muttered.But my body didn’t listen.My thighs pressed together. I beg

TENCAMILE When I told the driver to drop me off somewhere else, he didn’t heed, telling me that his bosses would kill him if he didn't get home to the destination they gave him. The poor man actually looked frightened, so I didn’t insist. I just sat back, seething, promising myself that Kael and Arlo were going to hear every bit of this.The city blurred by until the car finally slowed in front of a towering high-rise with mirrored windows that glittered in the afternoon sun. The driver got out and opened my door.“Where are they?” I asked sharply.“The penthouse,” he said. “Top floor.”I didn’t bother waiting for him to escort me. I adjusted my bag, marched into the building, and headed straight for the elevators. My pulse was tight, my steps harder than they needed to be.They wanted me here?Fine.They were about to get exactly what they asked for.I didn’t bother knocking. I shoved the penthouse door open and marched inside, ready to explode.They were playing pool.Arlo leane