All Chapters of Moon Madness: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mom has fashion magazines spread across the living room coffee table like evidence in a trial. Jenny sits cross-legged on the rug beside her, eyes shining with the kind of excitement only a fourteen-year-old can muster over someone else's wardrobe. "It's about time," Mom says when I walk in, towel-drying my hair. She doesn't look up at first, just flips a glossy page. "Honestly, Cat. You can't avoid this forever." "I wasn't avoiding," I lie. June sighs inside my head. Yes you were. Jenny squeals. "I can't believe you're getting a designer dress! Please, please, big sis, let me do your makeup!" I drop onto the couch like my bones have turned to sand. "Oh Goddess, help me get through this," I laugh, because if I don't laugh I'm going to snarl. Mom finally lifts her gaze to me, expression sharpening into the look she uses when she's about to turn motherhood into strategy. "Cat, you need to be a little more serious about the mating ball." I gesture vaguely at my face. "I had blood

We head toward our lockers together, somehow still functioning as a friend group despite having completely different personalities.Tara talks nonstop about cheer practice and some ongoing crisis involving matching uniforms while Lizzie stresses over an upcoming chemistry test like failure means public execution.I listen with half my attention.The other half stays fixed on the restless feeling brushing along the edge of my thoughts.June notices it before I do.Sandra.My gaze shifts automatically down the hallway.Sandra stands near the water fountains surrounded by her usual collection of followers. She isn't openly staring at us—she's smarter than that—but her friends keep glancing over in quick little bursts, like cameras tracking movement.Tara notices too.Her smile sharpens instantly. "Ugh. Queen B and her emotional-support minions."Lizzie goes tense beside me.Sandra has always liked finding insecurities in people and pressing until something cracks. With Lizzie, it started

We drive to Tara's house, which barely qualifies as a house anymore.It's a mansion.Her dad made a fortune in finance before moving fully back into pack life, and it shows. Massive windows. Marble everywhere. The kind of place that looks staged even when nobody's home.Omegas aren't servants anymore—haven't been for years—but Tara still somehow lives like wolf royalty.Her parents are away in Hawaii.Which, according to Tara, means civilization has temporarily collapsed.We order pizza, dump makeup across every available bathroom surface, and start getting ready like we're preparing for war instead of a club.I'm the last one to shower.I'm halfway through washing shampoo out of my hair when the bathroom door swings open without warning.Because apparently privacy is optional in Tara's world.She holds up a razor dramatically like she's presenting Excalibur to the kingdom.I blink water out of my eyes."What.""You need to shave," she says seriously.My entire spine stiffens."I'm sha

The club is already alive when I step onto the dance floor.Bass vibrates through the floor hard enough to rattle my ribs while colored lights cut through the dark in flashes of blue, gold, and red. Bodies move together in shifting waves, sweat and perfume thick in the air beneath the burn of alcohol and adrenaline.Heat wraps around me instantly.This, at least, I understand.Fighting clears my head.Dancing ruins it in a completely different way.I slip into the crowd without thinking, letting the rhythm catch my hips, my shoulders, the curve of my spine. The music threads through me naturally, pulling movement out of me before thought can interfere.No strategy.No pack politics.No dominance games.Just motion.Just control.My dress clings to my skin as I turn through the crowd, hair sticking briefly to the back of my neck before I flip it away again. The lights flash across strangers' faces, turning everyone temporary and unreal.For a few minutes, I feel untouchable.June stretc

Panic crashes through my system so fast it steals my breath. What the fuck. I sit up abruptly, sheets tangling around my legs as memory slams into me all at once—heat, skin, his mouth on mine, the weight of him against me while the world narrowed down into something reckless and consuming. Beside me, he's still asleep. A fucking Alpha. Aiden lies sprawled across the bed like he doesn't have a care in the world, dark hair messy against the pillow, bare skin lit gold by the early sunlight spilling through the windows. He looks peaceful. For some reason, that makes everything worse. June recoils violently inside me. Alpha, she snarls. He hid it. My stomach twists hard enough to hurt. He wasn't human. He was never human. I shove myself out of bed too quickly, scanning the room in frantic silence for my clothes. My dress is crumpled over a chair. My heels are kicked halfway beneath the table. But my underwear is missing. Of course it is. Heat floods my face instantly. Embar