All Chapters of Rise of the Forbidden Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up screaming, my fingers clawing desperately at my own throat.Fire, pure, agonizing fire was melting my insides. I could still taste the bitter, metallic tang of the Wolfsbane on my tongue. I could still see my mother’s cold, twisted smile as she forced the chalice to my lips. I could still hear my father’s cowardly silence, and the horrific sound of my fated mate, Alpha Jaxon, holding my arms down while my younger sister, Sienna, watched me choke to death on my own blood."Breathe, Aria! Breathe!" my mind screamed.I gasped, drawing a massive lungful of air. My chest heaved. I waited for the final, familiar snap of my heart stopping, but it didn’t come.Shaking violently, I opened my eyes. I wasn’t lying on the freezing stone floor of the packhouse dungeon. I was in my bed. The morning sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over my familiar white curtains.My hands flew to my stomach. No blood. No burns.With trembling fingers, I grabbed my phone fro

The amber in his eyes lasted only a fleeting moment. Then Ethan Voss straightened to his full, imposing height, and the careful, controlled mask of a king settled back over his features like armor clicking into place. He turned from me to address the frozen room with the same unhurried authority he carried in his bones."I believe the ceremony is waiting," he said to no one in particular. It was not a suggestion; it was an absolute command.The room exhaled and began to move again. Everyone became suddenly very busy looking at the floor, the ceiling, or their own hands, anywhere except at the Lycan King or the girl in the red dress standing in his shadow.Jaxon said nothing. His jaw was a hard line of barely contained fury, his pale green eyes burning into the side of my face with the specific intensity of a man who was already planning his retaliation. He straightened his jacket with one sharp tug and walked ahead without me, a cruel departure from how he had treated me in my past lif

The room he chose was my father's private study.Which was not his room. Which was not his packhouse, his territory, or his anything. He walked into it anyway, with the unhurried certainty of a man who understood that ownership was largely a matter of perspective, and held the door open for me without looking back to see if I would follow.I followed.He closed the door behind us. The study smelled of old leather and woodsmoke and the particular staleness of a room where power is performed rather than inhabited. The desk dominated the center. My father's hunting trophies lined the walls. His collection of territorial maps, meticulously framed, covered the space behind the desk in a display that had always been more about intimidation than navigation.Alpha Ethan looked at none of it.He crossed to the window and stood with his back partially to me, looking out at the dark grounds below, and said nothing for long enough that I understood he was not going to be the first one to speak.A

The heavy, metallic thud of the armored doors closing behind us wasn't just a sound; it was the definitive end of my past life.Inside the cabin of the lead convoy vehicle, the silence was immediate and absolute, completely sealing us away from the chaotic packhouse we had left in ruins. The smooth acceleration of the engine sent a low, mechanical hum vibrating through the soles of my boots. I watched through the heavily tinted glass as the bright ceremonial lights of the Silver Moon territory shrank into the dark autumn mist, fading into nothingness.I had done it. I had survived the twelve-hour death loop. I had walked out of my own funeral.Now that the immediate danger was gone, the fierce adrenaline that had kept my spine rigid suddenly plummeted. A violent tremor rippled through my hands, a delayed reaction from clawing my way back from the grave. I squeezed my fingers together in my lap, trying to force the weakness down, refusing to let the towering man beside me see me shake.

The blood-soaked border path vanished into the thick mountain mist behind us, swallowed by the shadows of the towering black pine trees.Inside the cabin, the heavy crimson warning light on the console finally flicked back to a calm, steady blue. The mechanical hum of the engine was the only sound as the convoy smoothly accelerated, climbing higher into the jagged peaks of the northern territory. The scent of copper iron and fresh rain still lingered faintly on Ethan’s clothes, a lethal reminder of how effortlessly he had broken Jaxon beneath his heel.I leaned back against the heated leather, watching the scenery shift through the heavily tinted glass. The Lycan territory was an entirely different world. It didn't look like the modest, rural expanses of my old pack. This land was an absolute fortress. High-powered security outposts, concrete watchtowers, and heavily armed checkpoints lined the mountain roads, all operating with a strict military discipline that made the Silver Moon p