บททั้งหมดของ The Omega's Moon Destiny: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Raven's POVI was exhausted already. Parties had never been my thing, and they never would be.I was sitting at the makeshift bar, a lit black pipe in my hand. Yara was sitting right beside me, gently sipping her large glass of something yellow. The music that hovered above our heads was soft, and yet it made my ears throb. My palms were sweaty, my mouth was dry and I kept losing my focus.My heart was miles away from home already.I needed to get out of there.Instead I sighed and raised the lit pipe to my mouth again. Yara let out an impatient sound and gently lowered the pipe from my mouth. "You shouldn't be smoking that here. Father will—"I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Father won't do anything to me, Yara." I waved the hand holding the pipe aimlessly, a sarcastic look on my face. "I'm his favourite daughter."Yara snorted and folded her arms. "No, you're not."She's right. Like parties never being my thing, my father had never really liked me. Nor my step-mother, for that matter.

Raven's POVSomehow, in the haze that seemed to hang over me, my feet found the staircase. I stumbled upstairs, holding the banisters for support. My heart felt like a magnet being pulled towards his; even as I ascended the staircase, I felt as though I was moving against a force.Finally I reached the first landing, then groped my way towards my room. I found the door and collapsed against it, taking several shaky breaths."Calm down, Raven." I murmured, swallowing hard. "Calm down, wolf."My wolf was drawn to his like a moth to a dangerous flame. Even from this distance, I could hear his heart thudding heavily. In the space of a minute, my entire world had been flipped on its head. Even now, I can still catch the misty, soothing smell of rain and metal that seemed to follow hin anywhere he went. He had infiltrated my world and suddenly turned my purpose around.The Goddess had given me my fated mate at the worst of times. It was as though I was nothing but a string puppet, being con

Raven's POV The room went silent after Jaxon’s words. Every pair of eyes fixed on us, scrutinizing us, almost tearing us apart. My father’s gaze was the hardest of them all. I could see the disbelief in his face, the thin line of his mouth tightening even more as he looked between Jaxon and me. “You choose Raven?” His voice was flat and cold. “Yes,” Jaxon replied, his voice steady. “Raven is my mate. It is only natural that I accept her." A murmur went through the crowd, hushed whispers that felt like tiny knives scraping over my skin. Yara’s face turned pale. She looked like she might break right there in front of everyone. My father held up a hand to quiet the crowd. His eyes flashed with anger as he spoke. “This engagement party is over,” he announced sharply. “Everyone out. We will settle this tomorrow.” People hesitated, looking from my father to Jaxon and then back at me. My stepmother grabbed Yara’s arm, tugging her toward the door. Yara shook her off, her eyes fixed on m

Raven's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence. My room felt eerily still. My body ached dully, reminding me of last night. The sheets beneath me were tangled, half-pulled off the bed and crumpled on the floor. I blinked against the faint light streaming through the window, my eyes catching the faint indent of where someone else had been lying. The other side of the bed was empty now. Empty and cold. My heart sank as the memory of Jaxon’s hands on my skin, his lips tracing every inch of me, came flooding back. Heat rose to my cheeks as I clutched the sheet to my chest. I turned my head, searching the room for any sign of him, but it was empty. His scent—rain and steel—still lingered in the air, teasing my senses. The ache in my chest deepened. He was gone. I sat up slowly, the sheet slipping from my shoulders. My clothes were scattered across the floor, a mess of torn fabric and discarded buttons. My fingers brushed the faint marks on my neck and collarbone,

Raven’s POV The second we stepped into my room, I turned and shoved Jaxon hard in the chest. “What the hell was that?” I snapped at him. “You had a meeting with my father and said all that in front of Yara? You stood there and declared I was your mate and your wife like she wasn’t in the damn room?” Jaxon barely moved from the force of my push. It was like shoving a great oak tree. His green eyes went dark as he studied me. “I said the truth, Ray.” I huffed impatiently. “The truth is that I don’t want this. I don’t want to be married to you. Not if it causes this rift between myself and my sister.” He took a step forward, I took one back. “I wish you had a choice, but you don't anymore,” he murmured. “I have already marked you.” “I can still reject the bond.” He smiled coyly. "You wouldn't do that." “I can,” I repeated. “Okay, yeah, sure. We had a very insignificant moment in that tool shed..." "...and another 'insignificant' moment before that window," his smile was teasing