All Chapters of Curse of the Moon's Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Morning came. I woke alone. My body still hurt, but less than before. The healing had started. I looked at my wrist and noticed the silver scar was actually getting dimmer. I didn’t know what it meant, so I let it go.The door opened and Mara walked in. It wasn’t the Mara I knew. This time she was cold. She handed me a bucket and a rag and said, “Alpha says you are well enough to clean. Start with the pack hall.”I ignored Mara’s coldness. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled. Mara watched but didn’t help. She yelled, “I said clean, not rest.”I looked at her for a second. She avoided my eyes. Then I crawled to the bucket and pulled myself up using the cot. My wolf growled weakly inside me. That was the first sign of life from it since the full moon.As I left to clean, I whispered to myself, “He wants me to break. But I won’t.”I got to the pack hall – a large wooden building where wolves eat and gather. As I entered, dozens of pack members stopped talking. Eyes followed me. Whisper

The yard emptied slowly.Boots scraped against dirt. Voices dropped low. No one laughed this time.I stood where they left me.For a moment, I didn't move. I couldn't.Then it hit.The adrenaline drained out of me like water through cracked stone. My knees softened. My shoulder flared, sharp and angry. My ribs ached with every breath.I sucked in air through my teeth.It should have been worse.I knew it should have been worse.Grey hadn't held back. Not at the end. And I'd hit the ground – twice. Hard.But the pain… it lingered instead of swallowing me whole. Dull where it should have been blinding.I lifted my wrist.The scar stared back. Thin. Silver. Quiet.Like nothing had happened.But I remembered the heat. The way it had burned under my skin. Gold, not silver. Alive, not dead.My fingers hovered over it, then pressed lightly.Nothing.Still… I could feel it. Not on the surface. Deeper. Like something waiting just beneath the skin.My wolf stirred.Not loud this time. Not angry

Those words followed me into the dark. He's not the same.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, turning them over like stones in my palm. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face – not the cold mask I'd known for years, but the one he'd shown me today. The one that looked at me like I was something worth figuring out.I didn't sleep.Not really.My wrist rested against my chest. The scar was warm beneath my fingers. Not burning. Just present. Waiting.My wolf stirred.For what?No answer came.A knock broke the silence.I was already sitting up before the second knock landed. I swung my legs off the bed, heart steady. Expectant.When I opened the door, the same warrior stood there. Same neutral face."The Alpha's yard," he said. "Now."I nodded. He left.I dressed quickly. My hands didn't shake. Not because I wasn't nervous – but because I knew what waited for me.The corridors were empty.No whispers. No stares. Just silence stretching long and thin.By the time I reached the trai

I woke with my hands still wrapped.For a second, I didn't move. Just lay there, staring at the low ceiling, feeling the weight of the cloth around my knuckles. It had shifted a little in my sleep, loosened at the edges, but it was still there – firm, steady, holding everything together.I lifted my hands slowly.White fabric. Faintly stained. Creased where it had been tied with care.My thumb brushed along the edge.I remembered the way his fingers had moved – sure, precise. The brief pause at the end. The pressure of his thumb smoothing the wrap into place.The memory sat in my chest, quiet but heavy.I swallowed and looked away.Carefully, I began unwrapping one hand. The cloth peeled back in slow layers, revealing skin that shouldn't have looked the way it did.The cuts were still there – but not the same. No longer raw. No longer open. They'd closed overnight, thin pink lines replacing what had been split and bleeding just hours ago.I turned my hand slightly, studying it. Flexed

I didn't go back to sleep.By the time the first light crept through the narrow window, I was already sitting at the small wooden table in the corner of my room. A torn scrap of paper lay in front of me. Charcoal stained my fingers.I stared at the names I'd already written, the letters uneven but clear enough.Mara. Rina. Kael.I paused there for a moment, the tip of the charcoal hovering just above the page. Then I moved lower.Damon.I pressed harder than I meant to, the charcoal digging into the paper as I added a question mark beside his name.Something about him sat wrong in my chest. Not just the scar. Not just the way his eyes had stayed on me a second too long. It was the feeling – like I'd already stepped into something I didn't fully see yet.My wolf stirred, a low, warning rumble curling through my chest.Danger.I exhaled slowly and added two more names beneath his – faces I'd memorized from the corridors. Wolves who whispered too quickly when I passed. Who looked away to