Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silver Moon’s Cursed Luna: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Philipa slammed her bedroom door behind her and walked straight into the room.Her pacing began immediately—short, sharp steps across the polished floor, her breaths uneven from bottled-up anger.Why?... Why did men in this part of the world treat women as if they were born incomplete? Born inferior? Born to serve, not lead?She stopped at her dresser, gripping the edges until her knuckles turned white.“Why are we only allowed in kitchens and birthing rooms?” she whispered to herself. “Why can’t we fight? Or lead?" The questions twisted painfully inside her chest.Finally, exhausted, she sank onto the small couch near the window. Her room was furnished elegantly—silks, carved wood, delicate curtains… but it felt like a prison draped in pretty colors.What must I do to change Father’s mind? To make him see that I’m more than a womb waiting to be sold?Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock. “Who is it?” she asked quietly.“Lunch is ready, my lady,” a maid replied, her voice gen

Back at Crestmoon Pack…The meeting hall buzzed with frantic voices and stomping feet as Alpha Kadel stood at the head of the long oval table, surrounded by council elders and high-ranking officers. The early morning sun cut through the window slats, painting sharp lines across the polished floor—light that did nothing to ease the tension in the room.War was hanging in the air.Before anyone could make sense of the noise, Beta Stefan hurried into the hall. His face was pale, his steps urgent, and without waiting for permission, he leaned close to murmur something into Alpha Kadel’s ear.The change was instant.Alpha Kadel’s face reddened—first with shock, then fury, then something darker. His jaw clenched so tightly the bones in his temple twitched. Every elder leaned forward, desperate to hear what news had struck their Alpha silent.Kadel slammed his palm onto the table and roared, voice echoing through the hall like a thunderclap:“HOW DARE HE?! HOW DARE CARLO THREATEN ME WITH WAR

When he left the study room with Gamma Phil walking behind him, Draven went straight to his chambers. Everything he needed had already been arranged—clothes, documents, seals, and the carefully forged identity he would use within the academy walls. He was pleased.But more than that, the thought of being surrounded by young Alpha wolves, who are proud, arrogant, untested—and tearing apart whatever dark secrets Ashbourne Academy was hiding stirred something dangerous in him. Excitement flickered in his eyes.Less than thirty minutes later, he was already at the border of BloodFall Pack.Gamma Phil, Beta Devon, and a few trusted officers stood with him, their expressions tense as they reluctantly bade him farewell. Warnings were repeated and pleas were ignored.Draven insisted on going without a carriage despite their objections.“I don’t intend to announce myself,” he said calmly.Ten minutes later, he stood before the massive iron gates of Ashbourne Academy, winter snow blanketing the

Back at Crestmoon Pack...When Alpha Kadel received the sealed letter from BloodFall Pack, the tight knot that had been choking his chest for days finally loosened. His shoulders sagged with relief as he read through the words again, just to be certain he had not imagined them.Draven had agreed. Without wasting another second, Kadel summoned an emergency council meeting. The elders gathered quickly, anxiety still etched into their faces—until Kadel revealed the contents of the letter. The moment they heard that Draven BloodFall had accepted the agreement, the hall erupted in relieved murmurs.Some elders clasped their chests and thanked the Moon Goddess. Others exhaled loudly, as if they had been holding their breath for days.War had been avoided. For now.The meeting ended swiftly, each elder leaving the hall lighter than when they had arrived. Crestmoon Pack would survive. At least, that was what they all believed.Kadel left the hall with the same sense of relief—but beneath it l

“Well, well, well…” Her blood ran cold.“Isn’t this the confined bride?”Kaden’s voice dripped with mockery as he shut the door behind him, arms folding across his chest. The lantern illuminated his smug grin—and her pale face.“What are you doing in my room at this hour?” he drawled. “Surely you aren’t here to beg for mercy.”Philipa swallowed hard, instinctively stepping backward as he advanced.He took one step forward. She retreated.Another step. Until her back hit the edge of the bed. His eyes never left hers.He was enjoying this—every flicker of fear, every shallow breath. It was rare for him to see her cornered, and he savored it.Then suddenly— She straightened. Met his gaze head-on. Kaden frowned.The shift unsettled him. “What now?” he sneered. “Cat got your tongue?”When she remained silent, he shrugged and turned as if to leave.“Fine. I’ll just let Father know you were sneaking around my room instead of rotting in yours.”“Wait!” Philipa grabbed his shirt.In the strugg