Alle Kapitel von LUNA: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 5

ALEXANDERI sat curled up on the stool by the window, morning sunlight spilling through the open curtain, but I couldn’t stop replaying last night. It wasn’t just humiliation—it was a reminder that I might stay like this until I die, that no one would ever accept me as their mate.I didn’t even know what I was supposed to feel.After I failed to transform during the pack’s coming-of-age ceremony, my father left me to my fate. He handed me over to my stepmother’s cruelty, and she made sure I paid for surviving my mother—and for being born at all.The youths who mocked me—who threw stones—were faces I could still see clearly. And yet, as the daughter of one of the pack’s most influential elders, I shouldn’t have been treated like that. But no one respected me. They jeered at my weight, called me ugly, and the cruelest of them gave me a name that stuck like a brand: dead fat wolf.My door creaked open.I jerked my head around and saw Anita slip inside, her eyes flicking to the empty matt

ALEXANDERThe moment Alpha Damon’s gaze settled on me—those ink-dark pupils stark against the whites of his eyes—all I could see was hatred and disdain.“My daughter!” Jezebel, my stepmother, screamed. In an instant, the once-quiet castle hall erupted into chaos, voices piling over one another.Before my eyes, Alpha Damon shifted. His massive black wolf was breathtaking, a vivid red streak cutting through his fur. I watched, caught between fear and awe, as he sprang three powerful leaps and vanished from sight.When I looked around, the pack warriors were already mobilizing. Even a handful of hot-blooded youths—ones who weren’t warriors—gathered in small groups and rushed out after him. For a heartbeat, I wondered what it would feel like to be in Tracy’s place.Then I forced myself back to reality. No one in this pack would ever organize a search like that for me. If anything, they’d be relieved to be rid of me.A sudden chill skated down my spine. I swallowed hard. Someone was starin

ALEXANDERI could feel Jezebel’s intense gaze burning into me. My hands shook, and sweat slid down my skin as her voice tore through the air.“You’ll suffer,” she screamed. “I will make you suffer. Every day of your life will be hell.”I kept my eyes pinned to my toes.My shoes were ruined—holes gaped in the leather, especially where my toes pressed through. When my stepmother first gave them to me, I’d been overjoyed. Then she’d leaned close and crushed that happiness with a single sentence.“This pair of shoes stays on your feet,” she’d said. “Don’t remove them—not to bathe, not to sleep. Taking them off means you’re disobeying me, and you know what happens when you disobey.”I had outgrown them years ago. To make them last, I’d been forced to poke new holes, stretch the leather, cut and refit pieces wherever I could—anything to keep wearing them.When Jezebel’s voice faded and her footsteps disappeared up the staircase, I finally moved.I ran to my room, trembling so hard my teeth