All Chapters of True Luna's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A sharp ache pulsed through her shoulder. Her fingers moved there without thinking. Not him now? The words came out slowly, aimed at Jax. Time had passed, too much of itArms folded tight across his chest, Jax stood firm. Built sturdy, much like Lucas, though more wiry in frame. Hidden away, he had been sheltered by the Velvet Claw later that night, the one where your father, our father, fell. Truth came slowly, then all at once. It turns out the former alpha saw their kind as a threat; blood such as theirs feeds power into the Luna, overshadowing any man who leads. That’s when he divided us. Home is where you should be. I’m here to bring you backLucas growled softly. “She belongs with me. With us. The bond doesn’t lie.”Between the two of them, Scarlett watched. Love mixed with fear swam in Lucas's blue eyes. Over his forehead drifted strands of light brown hair, untamed. From past battles, streaks of soil marked his darkened face. Tired, he seemed still braced once more to stand fo

Faint light touched the open space, coloring it pale yellow when I stayed close to Lucas, his palm resting low on my back. Around us, the group worked, some tying Ethan’s arms with a thread-woven cord, others cleaning cuts. A dull ache pulsed in my shoulder, yet it didn’t claim attention anymore, pushed aside by the choice settling inside me.Out past the tree line, Jax vanished, him and those quiet shadows called Velvet Claw slipping away. Yet what he said last didn’t fade; it floated there, thin as breath on glass. Deeper down something answered. Not warmth, not comfort, just blood humming beneath the skin, older than any promise. When Lucas turns toward me now, steady and close, even that bright pull between us can’t quite drown out the chill underneath.Rachel approached first, her wild curls tied back, eyes wary but hopeful. “Scarlett… I meant what I said. I’ll earn my place. No more lies.”Stillness settled as I watched her, really saw her again. This person who lit the fire und

A hush hummed through the pack house once the sun dipped below the pines. Ethan left at dusk, his final look sharp enough to scar my mind. Up on the second floor railing I stayed, hands tight on splintered wood, eyes tracking how shadows stretched through the trunks. Light bled out of the sky just as Lucas stepped close behind me, heat from him touching my spine before a word passed his lips.That was correct, he murmured, moving close beside me. Around my waist his arm came, drawing me without force toward him. Humming quietly, the mate's bond warmed under the touch of a calm light, softening the soreness still tucked into my shoulder.“Did I?” I leaned into him, breathing in his familiar pinned earth scent. “Mercy feels strange after so many years of wanting blood.”His thumb traced slow circles on my hip. “That’s what makes you different from the girl who came back for revenge. Stronger.”Beneath our feet, flames flickered low as the group huddled close, passing food while voices w

Faint daylight poured into the warehouse, soft amber streaks across the floorboards, yet none of that calmed the tightness sitting deep in my ribs. Wrapped up in Lucas's hold, his breath moving slowly through my hair, each rise and fall marked time without mercy. Scenes from last night’s talk with Jax flickered behind my eyes the facts about Dad, the sharp words aimed at our group. That pull in my veins stayed present, muted but there, faint as a hum beneath everything.Waking slowly, Lucas looked up at me with those pale blue eyes. His light brown strands lay scattered on his forehead, untamed. That small mark above one eyebrow brought back quieter days without warning. Not much rest came your way, he said softly, hand drawing slow circles down my back.His voice echoes inside me, I said, moving nearer. Warmth pulsed through the bond that tied us, soft against the sharper pull of the bloodline. Could he be correct? Might choosing this place mean turning away from my roots without eve

After three days, things settled into a slow beat of getting ready, mixed with soft expectations. Noise buzzed through the pack house not loud, but full of direction now: border watches kept stepping just beyond the trees, pups stumbled through drills while Emily stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Rachel and Alex passed each other tools, shared words, did it all without flinching at memories better left buried. I walked their paths, drifting between tasks: one hand raised to guide, another pressing cool cloth where effort drew blood. Every moment like that pulled something tight back together inside my chest, stitching over places hate used to sit.Close by, Lucas kept near, fingers brushing mine again and again, his presence firm like something rooted. Each time the pack called me Luna, his blue gaze softened, filled with a calm sort of admiration. That morning, just before the meeting, he stepped one way, drawing me after him, then touched his lips lightly to my forehead.“What