Todos os capítulos de LUNA Madison: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Take it. Consider it a parting gift for twenty years of free meals."The leather pouch hit the floor at Madison’s feet, the dull clink of silver coins echoing off the marble walls of the foyer. Alpha Gregory Cain didn't look up from his desk. He didn't even look like the man who had tucked her into bed for two decades. He looked like a stranger checking a ledger."That's it?" Madison's voice was a dry rasp. She didn't reach for the money. "A DNA test comes back, and I’m just... trash to be hauled to the curb?"Gregory finally looked at her, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth she’d lived for. "You’re a cuckoo in the nest, Madison. You’ve occupied a seat that belongs to my flesh and blood. Victoria is home now. We don't owe a fake a single scrap of Cain bread."Madison gripped the strap of her canvas bag. It weighed next to nothing. A few shirts, a worn book, and the heavy, suffocating realization that her life was a lie. She didn't cry. The heat in her chest burned too hot for tea

"Who the hell do you think you are? You're blocking the light."Victoria Cain didn't wait for an answer. She adjusted her diamond collar in the mirror of the gala’s powder room, her lips curled in a permanent sneer. On the main stage of the National Lycan Council, the announcement was already booming through the speakers. A breakthrough. A serum to stabilize shifting in weak-blooded wolves."The formula is mine, Victoria. You didn't even change the decimal points in the third line of the protein sequence."Madison stood by the door. The silver silk of her gown clung to her hips like a second skin, the fabric cool against her legs. A black lace mask hid the fury etched into her face, but it couldn't hide the way her pulse thrummed against her throat."Yours?" Victoria spun around, her heels clicking sharply against the marble. She let out a jagged laugh, the kind that grated like sandpaper. "God, you’re delusional. You were a maid, Madison. A wolfless, pathetic charity case. I found th

"One billion."The auction hall went graveyard silent. Madison didn't look back at the rows of stunned Alphas. She kept her eyes on the digital board where the Cain Pack’s ancestral hunting grounds—Lot 402—flashed in glowing red numbers. Beside her, Victoria Cain’s face looked like it had been dipped in bleach. Gregory Cain was vibrating, his hands clutching the velvet armrests so hard the seams groaned."One billion and one dollar," a voice rumbled from the back.The sound didn't just carry; it bit. It was a heavy, gravelly baritone that made the hair on Madison's neck stand like needles. Ethan Harper. The Cursed Alpha. He sat in the shadows of the VIP booth, his golden eyes tracking her movements like a hawk watching a field mouse. Every wolf in the room was hunched over, their instincts forcing them to submit to the raw, suffocating pressure of his aura.Madison didn't bow. She didn't even blink."Two billion," she snapped, her voice cutting through his dominance like a silver blad

"Check the body again. The Alpha said no mistakes. Move."The morgue smelled of bleach and frozen iron. Madison lay motionless on the steel slab, the metal biting into the skin of her back. The air was a razor in her lungs. She held it. Her pulse stayed buried deep, a slow, heavy throb behind her ribs that only a Royal could sustain."She looks dead enough to me, man. Look at her. Skin's already turning blue."Footsteps scraped against the tile. Two shadows loomed over the table. A silver needle caught the overhead light, a thin, lethal sliver aimed at the base of her throat."Vanessa said the bitch is a freak. A heartbeat isn't enough to call it. Put the silver in her brain."The killer leaned in. His breath stunk of cheap cigarettes and rot. Madison's eyes snapped open. The silver light in her pupils turned the room into a blur of motion.She surged up, her hand clamping onto the lead assassin's throat. Cartilage groaned. The sound of his windpipe collapsing under her grip echoed of

"I'm the daughter! You can't cast me out! Dad, stop it! You're hurting me!"Victoria’s heels scraped against the gravel of the driveway, leaving jagged white ruts in the stone. Gregory Cain didn't slow down. His fingers remained locked around her upper arm, his grip so tight the skin was already mottling into a bruised purple. He dragged her toward the iron maw of the pack gates like a piece of refuse destined for the incinerator.Madison leaned against the stone pillar of the gate, her arms crossed over her chest. The cool morning air bit at her skin, but she didn't move. She watched."Dad, please! What the fuck are you doing?" Victoria shrieked, her voice cracking as she stumbled over a loose rock. "I'm a Cain! I'm the true heir! You said so!"Gregory stopped. He didn't let go. He spun her around, his chest heaving, his face a mask of broken capillaries and raw, pulsing veins. "True heir? You're a curse. You've brought nothing but ruin to this house since the day you crawled back in