All Chapters of RISE OF THE SCORNED LUNA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CAMILE I slumped onto the couch in the office lounge, my legs trembling as I tugged my skirt back down over my hips. The fabric felt sticky against my skin, a reminder of the mess they'd left me in, with cum drying in trails down my inner thighs, my pussy throbbing with that deep, aching soreness that made every shift send sparks through me. My blouse hung open, buttons scattered like forgotten confetti, and I fumbled to pull it closed, fingers clumsy from the aftershocks, looking at my phone on the coffee table, screen dark now.But I could still hear the echoes of Zane's screams in my ears. How could they? I glared at Arlo and Kael, both of them zipping up their pants with infuriating casualness, like they hadn't just turned my life into a complicated mess.“I can’t believe you did that,” I snapped, turning on them. “Answering the phone? Letting him hear everything? Zane's going to lose it completely now. This complicates everything. You had no right to drag him into our... wha

ZANE Pain dragged me back to consciousness.It pulsed behind my eyes, sharp and rhythmic, like something knocking from the inside of my skull. I groaned, trying to move, only to realize I couldn’t lift my head without the room tilting violently.“Easy,” someone said.When my vision finally cleared, I realized I was in my bed. My bed. The familiar dark canopy above me. The scent of herbs and iron hung thick in the air. Healers crowded the room, murmuring to each other as one of them pressed a cool cloth to my forehead.“Alpha,” someone spoke as my eyes tried to stay focused. “You are awake,”“What happened?” I rasped, trying to sit up.“You sustained a wound to your head. You were brought in here unconscious,” One of the elder healers started, while I struggled to remember what had happened before I blacked out.I remember being in Camile’s quarters, confronting her about Arlo and Kael, then all of a sudden, this overwhelming pain in my head. On cue, a strong pang of headache hit, an

CAMILE Disbelief surged through me, hot and very much defensive. Of course, I didn’t believe what I was hearing. This had to be some jealous ex's fabrication.Right?"Excuse me,” I pushed my chair back, the scrape loud in the quiet corner. “I think you've got the wrong person. I have to go."I stood, heart pounding, already halfway to convincing myself I’d imagined the entire conversation.But as I rose, Mira's hand shot out, sliding a glossy print across the table. "Wait. Look at this."I froze, my eyes dropping to the image. It was dim, shadows playing across the scene, but unmistakable. Mira in the back of a sleek black SUV, her head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted on a silent moan. Arlo on her left, his hand buried between her thighs, fingers visibly thrusting into her, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Kael on her right, his mouth on her neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the bite of his teeth on her skin. The look on her face was not staged. It was raw. Real.My brea

THIRTY-EIGHTCAMILE I sat on the edge of my bed, the room dim with just the lamp casting a soft glow across. My phone felt heavy in my hands, screen lighting up with messages that twisted my gut. Kael and Arlo have been sending me messages since I emailed my resignation letter, and I haven’t had it in me to reply. Honestly, what will I even say?Kael: What happened, Camille? One day we're good, the next you're gone. Did we push too hard? Talk to me. Then Arlo’s, a little sharper and more direct Arlo: This sudden change isn’t you. Tell us what's wrong. We can fix it. More poured in, a mix of worry and that pull I knew too well. A little bit of 'Did we do something?' to 'You're scaring us.’ There were even more tonight, telling me they weren’t giving up. Their words blurred as tears pricked my eyes. How did I want to explain what I heard? The truth about Mira, the audio of them tearing her down, it all crashed over me like a wave. It was just better to remove myself from the sit

CAMILE The days blurred together after the parking lot showdown. Arlo and Kael didn’t bother me again. I didn’t know if it was because I blocked them or if they just took the hint and left me alone. Either way, it felt… abnormal without them. Unusually quiet, and everything seemed out of place. I stayed holed up in the quarters, most mornings starting with the laptop propped on my knees, screen glowing as I scrolled through endless job listings—marketing gigs, remote admin roles, anything that screamed normalcy. I fired off applications, fingers hovering over 'send' with a mix of hope and hesitation. Did I even want to dive back into that grind? I wasn’t sure anymore, but there was no way I was going to go broke and depend on Zane for help.Speaking of Zane. He kinda filled some of that silence.He was around more than I expected, dropping by with coffee in the mornings, lingering through afternoons with excuses about checking on me. I caught myself wondering how he'd suddenly cl