All Chapters of The Luna's Deception : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The heavy oak doors of the chapel slammed shut. The sound echoed like a coffin being nailed. I stood alone in the dark. The only light came from the purple flames dancing around Morvanna and the six dying hostages. Outside, I heard Kieran. He was screaming my name. His claws tore at the wood, but the barrier held him back."Do not look at the door, Sera," Morvanna said. She did not move from the altar. "Kieran is just a memory. He is the boy who broke you. Why do you still care for his voice?"Her words stung. She was right. My early life was a blur of cold floors and Kieran's wicked smile. I grew up in the Shadowpine pack house as a servant. I was the girl who washed his clothes while he mocked my weak wolf. He was possessive and dominant even as a teenager. He used to pin me against the wall just to watch me tremble."You are nothing, Sera," he used to whisper in my ear. "You are lucky I let you breathe my air."I suffered for years. I was abused by his warriors and tortured by the

The darkness in the tunnel did not just hide things. It breathed. Kieran’s kiss still burned on my lips, a cruel reminder of the chain he wanted to wrap around my soul. He was a monster, and he always had been.I remembered the first time he truly broke me. I was nine years old. I had found a small, wounded bird in the Shadowpine gardens. I tried to hide it in a box under my thin cot. Kieran found it. He did not yell. He just smiled that wicked, dominant smile that made my stomach turn."Everything in this pack belongs to me, Sera," he had whispered, his young voice already full of malice.He made me watch as he crushed the box. I cried, and he slapped me across the face."Weak things do not survive here," he told me. "And you are the weakest thing of all."For years, I believed him. I was abused by his words and tortured by his presence. He was possessive. He did not let me talk to other children. He wanted me to be his shadow, a girl who existed only to be his target. I was the dirt

I did not stop walking until the sound of the burning SUV died away. The cold wind from the North bit at my skin, but I did not shiver. My silver hair felt heavy, like a crown made of moonlight. Every step I took made the ground feel as if it belonged to me.But the memory of Kieran’s howl followed me. It took me back to the day I turned eighteen.It was the day of the pack run. I was weak and had no wolf. Kieran stood before the entire Shadowpine pack. He was dominant, his presence crushing the air out of my lungs. He looked at me with those wicked amber eyes."You will run on your human feet, Sera," he had commanded in front of everyone. "If the wolves catch you, you will bear the scars. A weak Omega has no place in my lead."I ran until my lungs bled. The warriors laughed as they nipped at my heels. Kieran watched from the high ridge. He was possessive even then; he did not let the others kill me, but he let them torture me. He wanted me to know that my life was a gift from his hand

The iron gates of the Silvermoon Estate screamed as they swung open. It was a sound that felt like a bone snapping in my own chest. I watched from the floor as the monster walked into the sanctuary.Kieran did not run. He stalked. He walked up the white stone steps with mud on his bare feet and madness in his eyes. He was naked, but he wore his scars like armor. The black veins of the curse pulsed under his skin, moving like snakes trying to escape his body.I held my breath. The air in the room became so heavy I could almost taste the metal on my tongue. Alexei stood over me, his sword raised, his knuckles white."Do not let him touch her," Alexei ordered his guards.But nobody moved. Kieran carried a darkness that made strong men tremble. He looked like a nightmare that had pulled itself out of the earth.The smell of wet earth and rain drifted off him. It hit me instantly, dragging my mind back to a night I had tried to forget. I did not need to close my eyes to see it. It was the

The truck tires screeched on the edge of the abyss, spitting gravel into the dark void below. I slammed on the brakes, the metal frame groaning as we skidded to a halt inches from the broken bridge. Behind us, the forest was screaming with the sound of the Council’s pursuit, but inside the cabin, the air was suffocatingly hot.Kieran did not let go of my wrist. His skin, once cold and rotting with the curse, was now burning. The silver from my blood was fighting the black ink in his veins, and the look in his eyes was terrifying. He was not looking at me like a person; he was looking at me like a man who had found water in the middle of a desert."You healed me," he rasped. His voice was no longer a wet rattle. It was a deep, predatory hum."I saved your life," I corrected him, trying to pull away. "There is a difference.""Not to me." He pulled my hand toward his mouth. He did not kiss it. He pressed his forehead against my silver-stained palm, breathing in the scent of my power. "Yo