All Chapters of His Crimson Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Regina POV Rain lashed against the towering windows of Silver Ridge estate with a relentless fury, each drop striking the glass like a thrown pebble. The wind howled through the surrounding forest, bending branches until they scraped against the stone walls in a sound that reminded Regina of claws dragging slowly across skin. She hugged her arms tighter around herself, fingers curling into the soft wool of her cardigan as she lingered in the shadowed corridor just outside the council chamber. She shouldn’t be here. The thought pulsed through her mind in rhythm with her racing heartbeat, but it wasn’t enough to make her leave. Curiosity burned too brightly in her chest — a restless spark she’d inherited from her mother, her father always said. The scent of rain and pine drifted through an open window somewhere down the hall, mingling with the warm, grounding smell of woodsmoke that clung to the ancient estate. Beneath it all lingered something else — the layered scents of p

Regina POV The corridor outside the council chamber felt like a different world than the room she’d just fled. Inside, the air had been thick with heat and dominance and the low, vibrating tension of Alphas speaking about death. Out here, everything was cooler—stone walls holding onto the chill, torchlight wavering like uncertain candleflames. The storm pressed against the estate with blunt force, wind moaning through the eaves. Every now and then thunder rolled so deeply that the floor seemed to hum beneath Regina’s boots. She forced herself to breathe normally. In through her nose. Out through her mouth. Her heart refused to cooperate, still hammering like she’d sprinted for miles, and she wasn’t sure how much of it was fear from what she’d overheard and how much of it was— Him. Alpha Aldric Thorn. The memory of molten-silver eyes snagged in her mind like a burr caught in wool. She could still feel the strange, fleeting warmth that had spread through her chest when

Aldric POVThe scent hit him before the cave came into view.It slammed into Aldric’s senses like a physical blow — fear, damp earth, iron… and beneath it all, something softer. Something that made his chest tighten with a sharp, unfamiliar urgency.Rain-soaked berries.Wildflowers crushed underfoot.Her.His wolf surged forward so violently it nearly tore through his control, claws scraping along the inside of his mind, desperate to run faster, to find, to protect.“She’s close,” Aldric growled, voice rougher than he intended.Beside him, his father moved through the forest with lethal efficiency, boots silent against wet leaves despite his size. Darius didn’t waste breath asking how Aldric knew. He trusted instinct — especially Aldric’s.Behind them, two enforcers fanned out, their scents sharp with controlled aggression.The storm had eased into a steady rain, droplets falling from the canopy in rhythmic taps. The forest smelled alive — pine sap, wet soil, moss — but all of it was

Regina POVThe warmth of the sitting room should have been comforting.A fire crackled softly in the hearth, the golden light dancing across the walls and soaking into the thick rug beneath Regina’s feet. The scent of chamomile and honey drifted from the steaming mug the healer had pressed into her hands, sweet and soothing, but Regina couldn’t stop the faint tremor running through her fingers.Her wrists stung where the rope had cut into her skin, now wrapped in soft linen bandages that smelled faintly of herbs and clean cotton. The healer had worked with gentle efficiency, murmuring reassurances as she cleaned the shallow wounds, but Regina barely remembered the words.Her mind kept slipping back to the cave.Cold stone. The drip of water. The wrongness of that masked figure’s voice.Her pulse jumped again, breath hitching before she forced herself to focus on the room — the warmth, the soft chair beneath her, the faint hu

Regina POV — Six Years LaterThe hotel always smelled like coffee in the mornings.Rich, dark, and slightly bitter — the scent drifted through the lobby long before the sun fully rose, curling through the quiet space like a gentle promise of routine. Regina breathed it in as she pushed through the staff entrance, letting the familiar aroma settle her nerves the way it did every day.Routine was safe.Routine was predictable.Routine didn’t wake you in the middle of the night with your heart racing and phantom echoes of dripping water in your ears.Her boots clicked softly against the polished tile as she crossed behind the reception desk, setting her bag down in the small cabinet beneath the counter. The lobby lights glowed warm and soft, reflecting off dark wood paneling and tall windows that looked out over the forested hills beyond.The hotel sat at the very edge of Crimson Hollow territory — close enough to pack