All Chapters of Please Marry me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Luna’s POVThe café is loud, crowded, and full of judgmental eyes—but none of that compares to the panic exploding inside my chest.Because a boy is kneeling in front of me.Kneeling. Like this is some cheap rom-com proposal scene.“Luna,” he says, voice trembling, “will you marry me?”My soul leaves my body.The entire café gasps. Someone drops their fork. A girl shrieks, “Omg, say yes!” Another whispers, “Who even is she?”I stare at the boy—Ethan Rell, my classmate, the one who once asked for my notes and I thought that was the end of our interactions. Apparently not.He holds out a ring. A real, shiny, blinding ring.I blink. Once. Twice.“No.”It slips out of my mouth before my brain can stop it. Ethan freezes. The café freezes. I swear even the electric fan stops spinning.I stand abruptly, knocking my chair backward. Heat burns through my face. My palms sweat. My heartbeat is too loud, too wild.This is why I avoid attention. This is why I avoid people. This is why I avoid… e

LUNA'S POVThe night forest isn’t supposed to feel alive… but tonight, every leaf, every whisper of wind, every flicker of moonlight seems to stare back at me.I keep walking, clutching the hem of my torn cloak. My ankle still throbs from where I tripped earlier. My heart races, but one thought screams louder than everything:I’m not safe. Not here. Not anywhere.Not after my fiancé tried to kill me.The memory flashes—my body thrown into the cliffside river, the cold swallowing me whole, the betrayal so sharp it cut deeper than the rocks. My supposed mate, my prince, my future Alpha King… the man I trusted most.I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. Mistake. Tears slip out.“Stupid,” I whisper. “You cried enough for him.”A howl echoes—low, distant, and definitely not friendly. My spine stiffens. I force my legs to move faster.Branches snap behind me.No. No, no, no.“Who’s there?” I demand, trying to sound braver than I feel.Nothing. Just wind. But instincts never lie—and mine a

LUNA'S POVMy lungs are burning.Not the cute “I went up three flights of stairs” burn.No.The “I am absolutely going to die, bury me in a cute outfit” type of burn.Kaelen is dragging me through the forest like I’m some kind of emergency luggage, and the only reason I’m not screaming is because I need the breath to stay alive. Branches whip across my arms, I’m stepping on every rock imaginable, and behind us—Wolves.Not normal wolves.Fast. Heavy. Organized.Hunters.Every howl makes my heart jump into my throat.“Can you—slow—DOWN?!” I gasp between desperate gulps of air.“We’re being hunted!” Kaelen growls without even looking back.“And?!” I wheeze. “I only have two lungs—both are dying!”He shoots me a look like I’m the problem here. “You survived a Feral. Running should be easy.”“EASY?!” I slap his back weakly. “Try doing this in slippers!”He mutters something ancient that definitely sounds like a curse. Then—without warning—he lifts me like I’m a sack of rice and throws me