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

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1: Not Worthy of Being a Luna

CAMILEI've never for once doubted my husband's love for me. I was, afterall, an orphan, a stray dog, who got pregnant after a whirlwind romance. I expected to be discarded, just like I've been discarded all my life, but then he proposed and we got married. I was an orphan, an omega… I was completely unfit to be a Luna, but he married me and made me Luna of the Whitebrock Pack. Even when his mother subtly bullied me and made it clear that she only accepted me because I was carrying the next Alpha, Zane showed everyone that he loves me and that he chose me. I was treated like a Princess, doted upon, loved, catered for, and worshipped. It was the happiest I've ever felt in my entire life. Suddenly, everything I've gone through before Zane stopped mattering—all the suffering and bullying and hunger. I was Luna now. I was loved and respected. Then I lost my pregnancy at four months. It was unheard of for a Luna to lose her pregnancy. My mother-in-law bl

2: Like Filth

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.

3: My Ex-husband's Enemies

THREECAMILE I thought the gala was the most painful and embarrassing part, but I was wrong. It wasn't. It was the days that followed that hurt the most. It was the demotion: the fact that I had to live in the worn-out demoted Luna's quarters. I couldn't leave immediately, even though I wanted nothing more than to leave and put this life behind me. That was because of some ancient werewolf laws —the same ones that mandated that couples stay married for at least 3 years before they could divorce. I couldn't leave until after 6 months of our divorce. So I lived there in the quarters that had more cobwebs than life, where the only thing I heard was the echoes of my own voices. A maid was assigned to me, of course, but the meals she brought were either terrible or foul-smelling or downright inedible. I knew Zane’s mother and Emma must be going out of their way to make sure my life was more miserable. For the first week, I lay on the bed in my new room, unable to process what had happe

4: Wanna Get Fucked?

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

5: By My Ex-husband's Enemies

CAMILE“Yes”The words had barely left my mouth when my hand was grabbed, and I was led away from the club. I didn’t know where we were going until the hallway swallowed us, and Arlo pushed open a door to a room, Kael right behind us.The moment the door clicked shut, he was steering me back until the backs of my knees touched the bed, and I sat.And just like that, Arlo dropped to his knees, eyes dark, hungry, and fixed on me as he hooked two fingers under my panties and dragged them down so quickly, I gasped.“Already making those little noises for me,” he said, voice rough enough to scrape down my spine. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”My breath stuttered, and I lifted my gaze to Kael.He was standing there like sin with a pulse, calm and composed, which was the opposite of Arlo’s recklessness and hunger. Then slowly, he removed his glasses… then his wristwatch… then his jacket. Every movement was deliberate, slow enough to make me feel watched in a way that made heat roll low i

6: We'll See You

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

7: The Original Alpha

ZANE Finally.Everything was finally lining up the way it was supposed to. All the pretending, all the patience, all the nights I forced myself to tolerate Camile’s voice, her presence, her clingy little smiles, it all paid off.I sat on the edge of my bed, rolling my shoulders, letting the satisfaction settle deep in my bones. God, I used to hate looking at her. Everyone thought I was such a devoted husband, but inside? I could barely stand the sight of her. Dull eyes. Soft personality. Nothing remarkable. Nothing powerful. Nothing special. And I was stupid, so fucking atupid to ever think she could be the one I was searching for.The night I met her, everything had aligned too perfectly. Every prophecy, every sign, every omen pointing to where I’d find the true original Alpha. I convinced myself it had to be her. I forced myself to believe it. Even when she never showed a single spark of power. Even when she breathed too lightly, like she was afraid of taking up space.Fuck,

8: Phone Sex

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

9: Help without asking

CAMILE The noise outside my quarters dragged me out of sleep. At first, I thought it was the usual morning chaos from the pack house, but it sounded too sharp. Too many raised voices. I groaned, slipped into something simple, and stepped out. Zane was standing in front of my door with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Across from him stood a well-dressed woman with a clipboard and four people behind her carrying crates, tool bags, and fabric samples. “I already said you have no authority to be here,” Zane snapped. The woman didn’t flinch. “And I already said we have every authority. We were dispatched by the Fangshire royal court.” I blinked. Fangshire? Royal court? How? Why? “What’s going on?” I asked. The woman turned to me instantly. “You must be Ms. Camile Whitebrock,” she smiled, stretching her hand out for me to shake, and I did cautiously. “I’m Adriana Vane, head designer. My team and I are here to refurbish your apartment.” Refurbish my apartment? I stare

10: Fucked on the pool board

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

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