All Chapters of THE LUNA WHO RUINED HER MATE.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The first thing Elidra felt was the cold. It was not the natural chill of a winter morning or thecool breeze of a forest. It was a sterile, clinical freezing that seemed to seep directly into herbones. When she opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white and grey. Her headthrobbed with a rhythmic, pulsing pain that made it feel as though her skull had beencracked open and stitched back together with rusted wire.She tried to move her hand, but her fingers felt heavy, like lead weights. A soft, firm gripcaught her wrist.You are finally awake, a deep voice said. It was smooth and rich, like expensive velvet, butthere was an edge underneath it that made the hair on her arms stand up.Elidra blinked, forcing her vision to focus. A man sat beside her bed. He was strikinglyhandsome, with sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He wore a dark suitthat looked out of place in the medical room.Who are you? Elidra whispered. Her voice sounded thin and cracked, as if she

The glass shards fell with Elidra like a rain of diamonds, cutting through the night air. Gravityclawed at her stomach as the stone in the courtyard rushed up to meet her. In that heartstopping second of freefall, the antidote she had swallowed finally hit her marrow. Theinternal dam holding back her power shattered.A roar that was not human ripped from her throat. Her skeleton snapped and reformed inmidair. Fur as white as a mountain peak erupted from her skin, and her muscles expandedwith the force of a coiled spring.Instead of a broken woman hitting the floor, a massive, snow-white wolf slammed into thestones on four powerful paws. The impact cracked the pavement beneath her, but she felt nopain, only an explosive, predatory energy.She did not wait for the guards to recover from their shock.Upper windows in the pack house flew open. Silas appeared at the jagged hole she had justmade, his face contorted in a mask of pure hatred.Kill her! Silas screamed, his voice echoin

The cold dampness of the cave was instantly replaced by a stifling, electric tension. Silasstood framed against the waterfall, the moonlight catching the cruel edge of his silver blade.His eyes were not on Elidra’s face but on the slight curve of her stomach, a look of twistedtriumph etched into his features.Cassian’s growl was low, a vibrating sound that seemed to come from the very earthbeneath them. He stood between Elidra and the man who had stolen her mind, his body amap of scars and fresh blood. The air was thick with the scent of silver and betrayal.Whose is it, Elidra? He asked again. His voice was a jagged shard of glass.He did not look back at her. His entire focus was locked on Silas, but the question was apoison all its own. Elidra felt the tiny, unnatural thrum of life within her, a pulse that beat in arhythm that felt too fast, too strong to be human.It does not matter whose blood runs in its veins, Silas mocked, his voice echoing off the wetstone walls. The