All Chapters of Worshipping His Human Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Will the Alpha finally yield?That was the silent question hanging heavy in the suffocating air of the Greycrest Industries boardroom. It was a question etched into the lined faces of the pack elders sitting around the polished mahogany table, and it was a question that made Roman’s blood simmer with a dangerous, primal heat.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glittered against the night, a sprawling metropolis of oblivious humans. Up here, on the eightieth floor, the atmosphere belonged entirely to apex predators. And right now, those predators were restless."Ten years, Alpha Roman," Thomas Caldwell said, his voice a smooth, grating drawl that dripped with faux concern. The elder leaned forward, steepling his wrinkled fingers. "It has been ten years since the rogue attack that took your parents from us. You stepped up. You built this empire. You made the Greycrest Pack the wealthiest, most formidable force on the East Coast. We commend you for it."Roman sat at t

“How is a fragile human supposed to react to the unfiltered, possessive aura of an Alpha?” The thought circled Roman’s mind like a vulture as he stared at the empty space on the sidewalk where his mate had stood moments ago. The bustling Seattle street continued to move around him, oblivious to the earth-shattering shift that had just occurred in his universe.Her scent clung to his senses, wrapping around his lungs and refusing to let go. Beneath the polished exterior of the billionaire CEO, his inner wolf was thrashing wildly against its cage, howling in triumph and snarling in frustration. Mate. Mine. Hunt. Claim. He had finally found her. After decades of terrifying emptiness, the Moon Goddess had granted him a fated mate. But she had bolted. Her large, startled eyes had darted across his face, registering the primal, overwhelming danger he had barely kept leashed. The electric shock of their physical collision was still burning a brand into his skin.“Roman,” Liam’s voice broke t

The heavy, metallic click of the deadbolt echoed through the expansive, penthouse office like a gunshot.Maya stared at the door, her heart hammering against her chest like a trapped bird inside a cage. She blinked, her mind violently struggling to process what had just occurred in the span of a single heartbeat. One second, Mr. Blake had been standing behind his massive, custom-built oak desk, a solid twenty feet away, looking every inch the untouchable corporate titan. The next second, he was a solid wall of heat and muscle blocking her only exit.How did he move so fast? It completely defied logic. It defied the basic laws of physics.Her breath hitched in her throat as she slowly looked up, her gaze traveling over his broad chest to his striking, silver-flecked eyes. They were darker now, the pupils blown wide and churning with an emotion so raw, so primal and intense, that it made her knees tremble. The very air in the executive office had grown thick, heavy with the intoxicatin

What was his ultimate goal? To own the air she breathed? To weave an invisible cage so tightly around her that she would never even think to fly away?Outside her apartment door, Roman Blake stood in the dimly lit, foul-smelling hallway. His heightened senses were assaulted by the stale scent of cheap tobacco and damp wood, but beneath it all, he could smell her perfectly sweet vanilla and rain. His mate.The wolf inside him was clawing at his mind, pacing furiously, demanding that he break the pathetic wooden barrier separating them. Mine, the beast snarled, a primal echo rattling his skull. Claim. Protect.Roman closed his eyes, taking a deep, unsteady breath. He had spent his entire life building a corporate empire to mask the Greycrest Pack, playing the role of the controlled, untouchable Alpha. He was supposed to be disciplined, calculated. But the moment Maya had walked away from him, everything had unraveled.He had left Liam scrambling to erase the real estate trail so Thomas

The feral, chest-rattling sound vibrated through the fine crystal glasses scattered across the table, echoing menacingly against the dark mahogany walls of the exclusive private dining room. Silence settled into the space immediately after the roar, thick, heavy, and entirely suffocating.The waiter, a young pack subordinate who had only just started working at the establishment, was trembling so violently that the empty wine bottle in his hand clattered uncontrollably against his silver serving tray.He was pale, his eyes wide with absolute terror, his posture completely submissive in the face of his Alpha's unrestrained fury.But Roman was not looking at the cowering waiter. His intense gaze was locked exclusively on Maya. She stood frozen beside her chair, the dark red stain spreading rapidly across the delicate white fabric of her evening dress, looking entirely too much like a fatal wound.For a terrifying split second, Roman's inner wolf had ripped away his control and taken the