All Chapters of The Luna’s Marked Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The journey from the Healers' Sanctum was a blur of gray trees and the heavy, metallic scent of rain. Anya gripped the steering wheel of her sleek black SUV, her knuckles white. The news of her failing wolf heart sat in her chest like a lump of lead, cold and unyielding.She needed to tell someone. She needed her sister.Huda had always been the fire to Anya’s ice. Growing up in a house where she was adopted. They only had each other. But as Anya pulled up to the dilapidated apartment complex where Huda had been staying since her recent “dismissal” from her own sub-pack, a sense of dread washed over her.When Huda opened the door, the fire was gone. Her younger sister’s hair was matted, her eyes rimmed with red, and the scent of stale whiskey and unwashed laundry clung to her like a shroud.“Anya,”Huda rasped, not moving to let her in. "Come to check on the charity case?"“I came to see my sister,” Anya said softly, stepping inside despite the cold reception.The apartment was a disa

Anya didn’t head for the master suite, she sought the study, desperate for her father's voice, only to find the chair occupied by the one person who loathed her existence.Her stepmother, Lady Genevieve sat behind the obsidian desk, swirling a glass of dark red wine. She didn’t look up as Anya entered, her face a mask of porcelain indifference.“Your father is sedated,” Lady Genevieve said, her voice sharp as winter frost. “The debt collectors from the Iron-Claw pack were less than polite this morning. He couldn’t handle the pressure.”“He wouldn’t have to handle it if Levi wasn’t a traitor,” Anya spat, her voice trembling with the memory of the bedroom door swinging open on her husband and her sister. “I want out, Mom. I want a Severing Rite. I am going to the High Council to dissolve the contract on the grounds of infidelity.”Genevieve finally looked up. There was no pity in her gaze, only a jagged, utilitarian calculation. “You will do no such thing!. You forget your place, Anya.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of Anya’s heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked out of the Blackridge estate for the last time. Behind her, Levi stood paralyzed, his Alpha pride crumbling into a heap of jagged glass. He had built her to be his ultimate trophy, a high-powered vessel for his ego but he had accidentally forged the blade that was now held to his throat.Anya didn't look back. She drove toward the Northern border, the Shamanic scrolls tucked securely against her side. Her new heart beat a steady, war-like drum, a rhythm that felt less like a medical miracle and more like a countdown to justice.When she arrived at the Syndicate headquarters, she didn't stop for the security detail. The guards, sensing the raw, regal authority radiating from her, stepped aside without a word. She moved straight to the top floor, bursting into Giovanni’s office.He was standing by the window, his silhouette dark against the city lights. When he t