All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Luna: Wolfless Servant to The King's Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AureliaThe scent of antiseptic hit my nostrils, and my eyes flew open. My mother's displeased face was the first thing I saw."Finally awake?" she spat.No "How do you feel?" No "What happened?" Just words that sounded like a criminal accusation. My father stood next to her, arms folded, his expression furious."Where is Travis?" I rasped."Busy with pack duties," my father replied coldly. "He has responsibilities to handle, unlike a spoiled brat who only seeks attention. Aurelia, are you so desperate? Faking a faint in the hallway next to the Alpha's study just to distract from Thalia's achievements?""Thalia's achievements?" I asked in disbelief. Thalia did nothing but parade around in designer clothes."Don't play dumb!" my mother barked. "Thalia graduated from the Royal Academy. It is a great honor, and today is her party."I smirked bitterly. Yes, the admission to the Royal Academy was mine, but I had been forced to give it to her, just like everything else in my life."I know yo

Aurelia I spun around. She was clutching her stomach, sobbing loudly as the china and soufflé lay scattered across the floor."You tried to poison me!" she yelled. "You're jealous that I have a pup and you wanted to kill him!"Travis, my mother, and Jordan rushed in as if they had been waiting behind the door."I did no such thing!" The accusation hit like a fist.Jordan lifted the bowl and sniffed it. "The food is laced with wolfsbane. The scent is obvious," he stated flatly, giving me a murderous glare."I didn't do it!" I was being framed, and it was so obvious. Travis was already gathering the sobbing Thalia into his arms."You were the only one who touched the food. The guards are witnesses," Travis barked.Then the realization landed. Thalia had poisoned it herself, the moment I turned my back."It was Thalia! She's framing me!"Travis looked at me, and if a glance could kill, I would already be dead. He passed the sobbing Thalia to my mother and rose to his feet. In a flash he

Aurelia I had come to the temple to die, and nothing the priestesses said was going to change my mind.I could see the disapproval in their eyes — but as the Moon Goddess's messengers, they could not deny my wish."I cannot even imagine what kind of monster your fated mate must be," the younger priestess whispered, her voice heavy with sorrow, "for you to be willing to lose your life just to be free of him."I didn't answer. Travis didn't deserve another word from me — not in this life, and not in whatever came after. He and my family were already dead to me. I only needed to shed these chains and move on. Or die trying."Please, eat with us first," the elder offered. "We have little, but we share it gladly."I shook my head. They were kind. I was out of time."Thank you, but I'm in a rush. Please... just sever the bond." She nodded, understanding without another word.The temple was beautiful inside — high marble ceilings worked with clay moulding, broad columns wrapped in gold, the

Zlata (formerly Aurelia)The guards eyed me with suspicion, studying me head to toe as they weighed whether a wrecked-looking human could possibly be a threat.While they did, I drank in the view. Beyond that massive fence and its beautifully wrought steel gate lay either my future or my ruin. The pack was clearly flourishing — the quality of the buildings, the polish of the guards, the high-end security everywhere screamed wealth. But not the loud kind. This was comfortable, established money.The air didn't just smell of pine and wolf; it carried the sharp ozone tang of security grids and the faint sweetness of climate-controlled gardens. In the Glowing Moon we had prided ourselves on tradition and ruggedness. Here, tradition had been married to innovation — glass-walled offices rising like crystal shards against the dark mountain rock, and Omegas who didn't scurry in the shadows but walked upright, with purpose, as if even the lowest rank here lived a life my old pack couldn't dream

JulianRoyal wolves are immensely powerful — and just as hard to control. My wolf, Tyr, was no exception. He was one of the strongest spirits to emerge in generations, but his bloodlust was a tide that forever threatened to drown me.In an ordinary life, a mate's bond would soothe a wolf's aching soul. That was a mercy denied to me. My bloodline was cursed; we were never granted fated mates, and Tyr was too wild, too primal to accept a "chosen" one.The memory still haunted me — the screams, the pool of blood, the girl I had loved at sixteen. I had loved her with my human heart, but Tyr had not. During our first intimate moment, he had nearly torn her apart. It was a miracle she survived. I never touched her again.Now, to lie with a woman at all, I had to dose myself with wolfsbane to silence him. I was thirty-one, and the Council pressed me daily to choose a Queen. But how could I, when I couldn't even safely mate? I would not take a she-wolf who would live in constant terror, never