Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moon Goddess, I Choose a New Fate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

KATNISSPain has a way of making the truth unforgettable.The agony tearing through my chest wasn't just the burning venom of the wolfsbane; it was the cold, shattering realization of the man standing before me. Damien didn't rush to my side. He didn't roar in fury. He simply stepped over the threshold, his dark eyes looking down at my writhing form with a terrifying, calculated detachment.“Damien…” I choked out, blood bubbling past my lips as I dragged myself an inch closer to his polished leather shoes. “Why? F-fuck… why?”“You played your part beautifully, Katniss,” Damien said, his voice smooth, completely devoid of the warmth he had used to seduce me for over a year. He knelt down, casually avoiding the puddle of my blood, and reached out to gently stroke my hair. The touch made my skin crawl. “But the Ashbourne territory is safely ours now. Your father signed the final integration deeds an hour ago.”“You bastard!” I screamed, a ragged, wet sound. “I loved you! I gave you my pa

KATNISSEvery child in the werewolf world grew up hearing stories about Hassan Blackthorn.They called him the Shadow King, a cold, ruthless warlord disguised in a billionaire’s tailored suit. He was a brilliant military strategist who had never lost a single border conflict, a man whose dark gray eyes could bring an enemy Alpha to his knees without uttering a single word. He trusted no one, cared nothing for the petty squabbles of the Alpha Council, and ruled the massive Blackthorn territory with absolute, unyielding logic. He was a monster, but he was an efficient one.And right now, that monster was standing inside my father’s private study, radiating a wave of raw, paralyzing power that made the air freeze in my lungs."Alpha Blackthorn," my father gasped, his own dominant aura instantly crushed under the sheer weight of Hassan’s presence. Cedric quickly stepped around his desk, his posture stiffening with defensive instincts. "Your presence was not expected until the Council summ

KATNISSI expected rejection from Hassan Blackthorn. I never expected him to agree before I finished explaining why.I stared at the signed piece of parchment clutched in my hand, my fingers trembling slightly as the golden shimmer of pack law faded into the fibers. The ink of his signature was still wet, bold and sharp, completely reflecting the terrifying man standing less than a foot away from me."What the fuck do you mean by that?" I demanded, my voice dropping into a defensive hiss. My silver-gray eyes locked onto his unreadable face. "We negotiated. We signed. Don't start playing goddamn mind games with me now, Blackthorn."Hassan didn't flinch. He slowly straightened his massive frame, his tailored black suit shifting smoothly over broad, muscular shoulders. The dense, intoxicating scent of dark cedarwood and heavy ozone flared between us, making my chest tighten."No games, Katniss," Hassan said, his deep baritone vibrating with a chillingly calm authority. "Just a statement

KATNISSEveryone warned me about Hassan Blackthorn. Nobody warned me about the silence that followed when he entered a room.It wasn't a normal, respectful quiet. It was a suffocating, heavy drop in atmospheric pressure that made your knees want to buckle. The massive obsidian arches of the Blackthorn stronghold loomed overhead, casting long, predatory shadows over the polished stone floors.In the Ashbourne Pack, we valued diplomacy. Our halls were filled with the soft music of corporate galas, the chatter of politicians, and the sweet scent of expensive perfumes designed to mask our true beasts. But here? The Blackthorn Pack smelled of raw iron, heavy leather, cold steel, and absolute, unyielding discipline. Soldiers stood at perfect attention along the black corridors, their eyes tracking my movements like weapons locking onto a target."Keep your head up, Katniss," Hassan murmured, his deep baritone cutting through the silence without breaking it. He walked half a step ahead

KATNISS"I don't just want the territory, Cedric," Hassan said, his voice dropping an octave, steady and thick with a sudden, heavy gravity. "I want your daughter. And I'm going to prove it to you."Cedric stared at him, his aged eyes searching the Alpha's face for any sign of a lie, any tremor of deceit. Finding none, the older man slowly nodded. "Then we have a deal. Don't make me regret this, Hassan."***I had changed my future, but I hadn’t realized the world would demand an explanation for it.The vanity mirror in front of me felt like a mocking eye. I stared at my reflection, my fingers tightening around the edge of the marble sink until my knuckles turned white. Anxiety, cold and sharp, clawed at my chest."Stop suffocating the plumbing, Katniss. It didn't do anything to you."I glanced up. Hassan was leaning against the bathroom doorframe, looking effortlessly put together in a tailored charcoal suit that made him look less like a brutal warlord and more like a high-end night