All Chapters of Please Marry me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Luna’s POV “Luna… will you marry me?” The words slam into me like a physical blow. The entire café goes silent, as if the world itself is holding its breath. A chair screeches. Someone gasps. A girl near the counter squeals, “Say yes!” And right in front of me, on one knee, is Ethan Rell. The quiet, polite boy from my class. The one who once borrowed my notes and barely said two sentences to me. Now he’s kneeling in the middle of a crowded café, holding out a ring that sparkles under the lights like it’s mocking me. My chest tightens. This is my worst nightmare. Not wolves. Not ghosts. Not death. Attention. Dozens of eyes are glued to me. Curious. Excited. Judgmental. Some girls whisper, some giggle, others stare like I’m some kind of celebrity. But I’m not. I’m the girl who sits at the back of the classroom. The girl who eats alone. The girl who avoids eye contact. The girl with secrets. “Luna,” Ethan says again, his voice shaking. “Please. I love you. Marry me.” My

Luna's Pov My fiancé in the pasr tried to kill me. The thought keeps repeating in my head like a broken spell as I limp through the dark forest, clutching my torn cloak. Every step sends pain shooting up my ankle, but I don’t dare stop. Because if I stop… they’ll find me. That way my trauma keep coming back on proposal word i don't want it I am afraid And this time, I won’t survive. My memory crashes back—the push, the shock on my face, the cold river swallowing me whole. The prince. My mate. My future Alpha King. The man who was supposed to protect me. He threw me off a cliff like I meant nothing. I swallow hard, forcing the tears back. “Stupid,” I whisper to myself. “You cried enough for him.” The forest at night 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, heart pounding, senses on edge. One thought screams louder than everything else. I’m not safe. Not here. Not here.

Luna’s POV I’m going to die in this forest. Not in a heroic, “she saved the world” kind of way. Not even in a dramatic, slow-motion, tragic-princess way. No. I’m going to die wheezing, tripping over roots, and wearing mismatched slippers like a complete embarrassment. My lungs are burning. Not the cute “I climbed three flights of stairs” burn. The “bury me in a nice outfit and pretend I was graceful” kind of burn. Because Kaelen is dragging me through the forest like I’m emergency luggage, and the only reason I’m not screaming is because I need the air to stay alive. Branches whip across my arms. I step on every rock imaginable. My ankle throbs from an earlier fall. And behind us— Wolves. Not normal wolves. Fast. Heavy. Organized. Hunters. Every howl makes my heart leap into my throat. “Can you—slow—DOWN?!” I gasp between desperate gulps of air. “We’re being hunted!” Kaelen growls without looking back. “And?!” I wheeze. “I only have two lungs—both are

LUNA’S POVThe first thing I notice is the silence.No howls.No rushing water.No Kaelen shouting my name.Just… quiet.Too quiet.My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I think I’m dreaming. Above me stretches a ceiling of glowing crystal vines, soft silver light dripping down like moonbeams. The air smells sweet—like rain and flowers—and the ground beneath me feels warm, not cold like the cavern before.“Am I… dead?” I whisper.My voice sounds normal again.Human.Relief crashes over me—until I sit up and notice the silver glow pulsing faintly beneath my skin.“Oh no,” I mumble. “That cannot be normal.”“You are not dead, child.”I freeze.That voice.Soft. Calm. Powerful.I slowly turn my head.Standing a few steps away is a woman dressed in flowing silver robes. Her hair is long and white, shimmering like liquid moonlight. Her eyes glow the same shade as mine did in the cavern.And the way she loo

LUNA’S POVThe shadow lunges again, faster than my mind can process. Its black mist lashes toward me, curling around the shards of crystal and frozen water. My silver eyes flare without warning, and my wolf inside me roars, answering the challenge.I raise my hands—and instinctively, the water rises. Not gently. Not slowly. It twists and spirals, forming jagged spears of ice and silver light. The shadow screams as it crashes into the barrier, recoiling, mist spraying like smoke from burning steel.I gasp for air. My chest aches. My heartbeat is a drum in my ears. My wolf—my power—is awake. And it is hungry.“Luna! Focus!” Kaelen’s voice slices through my panic. He’s on his feet, claws flashing, blocking the shadow’s retreat. His golden eyes burn with fire. “Your blood can control the Veil! You can trap it!”“Trap it?!” I yell. “I barely know how to walk without dying!”“Then stop thinking! Feel it!” His hands hover near mine, guiding without touching. Hi