All Chapters of Moon Goddess, I Choose a New Fate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KATNISSThe smile on Damien’s face was the last expression I expected to see.I stood frozen on that elevated marble balcony, my hand instinctively tightening around the lapel of Hassan’s tailored suit until my knuckles turned stark white. In my nightmares, and in my past life, Damien was a man who hid his murderous ambitions behind smooth, calculated lies. But seeing him now, stepping past the breathless security guards with a wide, effortless grin stretching across his handsome face? It sent a violent, nauseating chill straight down my spine.Where was the violent outrage? Where was the desperate begging or the pathetic accusations of treason I had meticulously planned for?He looked... completely unbothered.“Alpha Hassan, Lady Katniss,” Damien’s charismatic baritone projected effortlessly across the dead-silent ballroom, amplifying through the hush like a drop of poison in clean water. He reached the bottom of the grand dual staircases and raised a glass of champagne, his dark ey

KATNISSI couldn't answer him. The silence between us stretched, heavy and suffocating, as I stared into Hassan’s dark gray eyes, completely paralyzed by the sheer weight of my secret. How could I tell him I was afraid of a future that was already dissolving into dust? Hassan searched my face for a long moment, reading the sheer terror I couldn't hide, before he slowly leaned back. He didn't force me to speak. He simply stood up, his broad hand coming down to squeeze my shoulder with a quiet, grounding firmness, leaving me alone with the ghost of my past.***The world didn't just talk; it screamed.By the time the full moon hung high over Silvercrest City, the gossip surrounding our sudden engagement had metastasized into a localized wildfire. In every high-end club, pack lounge, and encrypted Council forum, people were tearing my name to shreds."She’s a calculating bitch," a noble Alpha sneered, sipping champagne across the VIP lounge at the Obsidian Club. "Ditching Damien the

HASSANI have spent my entire life being the monster under the bed so my people could sleep in peace.The towering crystal chandeliers of the Summit Hall cast long, sharp shadows across the marble floor. Around us, dozens of high-ranking Alphas and territorial leaders stood in clustered circles, sipping blood-red wine and whispering behind gold-embossed masks. To them, I was Hassan Blackthorn: the cold-blooded Shadow King, the ruthless warlord who swallowed eastern territories whole.They thought I accepted Katniss Ashbourne's contract out of sheer, opportunistic greed. They thought I saw a fractured heiress with a silent wolf and decided to steal her father's land before Damien Ravenscar could claim it.They didn't know a damn thing."Alpha Hassan," Beta Kael muttered, stepping up to my right side, his amber eyes scanning the perimeter with a lethal, hyper-vigilant focus. "Ravenscar just entered through the south foyer with the Nightvale girl. He’s already making eyes at the Counci

HASSANThe smoke had barely cleared from the marble floor before my instincts took total control.I stood in the center of the ruined ballroom, my massive frame shielding Katniss completely behind me. The shattered crystal and silver fragments of the chandelier lay scattered across the polished floor, reflecting the harsh light of the hall. The nobles were still screaming, scrambling toward the exits like terrified sheep, but I didn't care about the panic.I cared about the coward who dared to throw a blade into my shadow."Hassan," Katniss whispered behind me, her small hand reaching out to touch the heavy fabric of my jacket. Her voice trembled slightly, though she fought fiercely to hide it. "Hassan, look at me."I didn't turn around. My eyes were glowing a bright, predatory gold, my inner wolf snarling behind my ribs, demanding blood."Stay behind me, Katniss," I growled, my deep baritone carrying a lethal, suffocating power that instantly silenced the trembling nobles nearby.Ac

HASSANMy teeth were centimeters away from the soft skin of her neck.The sweet, intoxicating scent of her vanilla and wild berries was a violent poison in my veins. My inner wolf roared, thrashing against my ribs with a feral, terrifying demand.“Hassan?” Katniss whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her silver-gray eyes locked onto mine, wide with a sudden, breathless confusion. She didn't pull away, but the sheer vulnerability in her posture was a cold bucket of water dumped straight onto my burning soul.Control, you fucking animal, I scolded myself fiercely, forcing my muscles to lock up.I clamped my jaw shut, my fangs scraping against the inside of my lip until I tasted the sharp metallic tang of my own blood. With a brutal exertion of sheer willpower, I dragged myself backward, breaking the suffocating contact.“You should go to your room,” I rumbled, my baritone unnaturally low, raspy, and completely stripped of composure.Katniss blinked