All Chapters of Whispers of The Crescent Moon : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Nova's PovThe world tilted as I heard the words fall out of the man that is supposed to be my mate. “I want to redeem you as my concubine.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. The air in the Moonlit Rose’s private parlor suddenly felt too thick, too sweet with incense and old perfume. I stared at Riven, at the man I had sold my freedom for, the man whose ritual I had paid for with every humiliating night spent dancing under these dim crescent lights. He stood there in his new Alpha finery of dark leather coat edged in silver, shoulders broader than I remembered, eyes gleaming with the fresh power he’d stolen from that sacred fire. He looked every inch the conqueror now. And yet the way he said it, casual, like he was buying a new horse, made my stomach twist. “Concubine?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. I hated it. I cleared my throat and tried again. “You came back an Alpha. You have a pack now. A title. A future. And that’s what you

Nova's PovI smoothed the deep indigo silk over my hips one last time before pushing open the heavy door to the VIP suite. The fabric clung like a second skin. She tried to talk me out of this again this morning, but I’d held firm. One night. One client. Enough coin to buy my freedom from this place and maybe a ticket out of the city before the whispers of Riven’s rejection turned into pitying stares. The room was darker than the main floor, lit only by low silver lanterns that cast long, shifting shadows. Heavy velvet curtains blocked the windows. The air smelled of cedar smoke and something sharper. It's a storm charged ozone, like the moment before lightning cracks the sky. He was already there. Seated in the high-backed chair near the fireplace, legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other. He didn’t rise when I entered. Didn’t even turn his head fully at first. Just watched me from the corner of his eye as I closed the door behind me with a soft click. My pulse ki

Nova's PovHis grin widened at my challenge, predatory and full of dark promise. He pulled his hand from between my legs, fingers glistening, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding my gaze. The sight made my core clench around nothing, aching for more.“You taste like sin,” he rasped. “And I’m going to devour every inch of you.”Before I could fire back, he gripped the silk of my dress and tore it clean down the middle with one sharp tug. The fabric parted like water, cool air hitting my bare skin. I gasped, exposed under him—breasts heaving, nipples tight from his earlier attention, lace panties the only scrap left between us.He shrugged out of his shirt in a fluid motion, revealing a chest carved from marble, scarred in patterns that looked like they told stories of battles won. His tattoos pulsed faintly, as if alive under the lantern light. Then his pants followed, kicked aside, and gods—he was huge. Thick and hard, the base already swelling slightly, vei

Nova's POV Sunlight sliced through the gap in the heavy curtains, thin and pale, hitting the bed like a slap. I woke slowly, body heavy, every muscle complaining in a way that felt both delicious and obscene. My thighs ached. My core throbbed with a dull, satisfied soreness. My shoulder stung where he bitten me. The sharp little pulses that made my skin flush hot just remembering it.I stretched, arms reaching overhead, back arching off the mattress. The sheets slid down my naked skin, cool against the places he marked. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. Gods, last night had been… something else. Rough. Relentless. The kind of sex that left you feeling wrecked in the best way.Then my ankle shifted against the sheet, and the familiar weight was missing.I froze.My hand shot down, fingers fumbling over bare skin. Nothing. No silver chain. No crescent moon charm. Gone.Heat rushed up my neck. Anger, sharp and immediate, coiled in my chest. That ankl