All Chapters of His Luna, His Ruin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The full moon hung low in the sky, spilling silver light across the cobblestone streets and dense woods surrounding the small town of Evernight. Shadows stretched like dark fingers, dancing across rooftops and alleyways, and the night was alive with whispers only those attuned to the wild could hear. Julia felt it immediately — the pulse of the world, the subtle rustle of unseen creatures, and the magnetic pull of a presence that made her heart thrum like a drum in her chest. Alan. Even before she turned her head, Julia knew he was there. His scent carried through the night, sharp and commanding, with the faintest undertone of warmth that spoke directly to her soul. He was the Alpha of the Evernight pack, a man whose strength and power were unrivaled, and she, whether she admitted it or not, was bound to him by fate — by blood, by instinct, by something older and more primal than either of them fully understood. She quickened her pace along the quiet street, boots clicking against

The night that shattered Julia's life replayed in her mind over and over, like a nightmare stuck on a loop.Mary Blackthorn, Alpha Alan's beloved sister, lay still in the Pack Hospital — pale, bandaged, caught in a silent battle between life and death. Julia hadn't slept in days. She remained locked in a cold stone cell beneath Blackthorn Manor, wrists bruised, clothes dirty from being dragged through the forest. She had clawed at the iron bars until her nails bled, begging to speak to Alan. Begging to explain. But the Alpha had not come. Not even once. Outside her cell, guards whispered — pity on their faces, fear in their eyes. "She hurt Mary." "Alan will never forgive her." "She'll be dead by morning." Yet none of them understood what had truly happened. Julia curled up on the narrow cot, hugging her knees to her chest as the ache of guilt crushed her chest. I never meant to hurt her. Goddess, I was trying to save her. Elara, her wolf, whimpered inside her mind, exhausted.

Julia barely felt her legs as she walked back to the small servant's room.Alan's words echoed in her skull like a curse she couldn't escape. "From tomorrow, you will warm my bed." She'd known he could be harsh. She'd known grief could twist a heart. But she had never imagined the man chosen by the Moon Goddess would use the bond like a weapon. How did everything go so wrong?How did love turn into this nightmare? Elara whimpered in her mind, a wounded sound.I can't feel him the way we used to… the warmth… it's gone. All I feel is hurt. Julia collapsed onto the narrow bed, pulling her knees to her chest."We can't survive this," she whispered into the empty room. "Not like this." We have to, Elara whispered back. We have no one left. Julia's parents were locked in the dungeon.Her clan had been dismantled.Mary was in a coma.Alan was swallowed by hatred.Olivia watched her like a vulture waiting for scraps. Her world had collapsed in a single night. Morning Julia woke to a sharp k

The manor was silent except for the occasional clatter of dishes in the kitchens. Julia moved through the corridors like a shadow, her footsteps quiet, careful. She no longer ran. Running drew attention. Running invited punishment.Instead, she learned patience. Observation. Strategy.Her wolf, Elara, prowled in her mind, coiled and restless. We are alive. That is victory enough for now.Julia's fingers brushed the cold stone wall as she passed the library. Through the cracks in the doorway, she glimpsed Alan seated at the desk, his posture rigid, amber eyes staring into the dark void of the fire. His jaw was tight. Hands clenching and unclenching.Her heart twisted. The Alpha's obsession with her was a palpable thing, a storm that followed her everywhere. She had seen it in the way he lingered on her during training. In the way his jaw clenched whenever Olivia approached. In the fleeting moments when his control over the pack faltered, and the bond whispered to him across the space t

The corridors of Blackthorn Manor had never felt more suffocating. Every step Julia took echoed like a whisper of her own imprisonment, a reminder that she was a captive in a gilded cage. Her wolf, Elara, prowled restlessly in her mind, pacing and growling, sensing the tension in the air.Something is coming, Elara warned. We can feel it. Olivia's presence… it poisons everything.Julia pressed herself against the cold stone walls, trying to remain unseen. She had learned over the past days to move silently, to observe without being observed, to survive by the smallest margins.But tonight, the tension in the manor was palpable. The air smelled of wet stone, burning torches, and the faint metallic tang of iron — the scent of weapons at the ready, warriors anticipating something they did not yet understand.Olivia's PoisonIn her chambers, Olivia leaned casually against Alan's desk, a smile like broken glass across her lips. Her green eyes sparkled with malice as she observed him."You