All Chapters of My Dying Luna Became My Deadliest Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Gen felt completely numb as she stepped into the grand hall of Thayer’s den in Hollowmere Heights. Her wolf, still reeling from the shock of the glowing gold moon-leaves, cowered deep inside her soul, desperately trying to shield itself from the heavy, suffocating pain of Draven’s rejection.She was on autopilot, forcing her lips into a tight smile while trying to focus on Ronan’s sweet, young mate, Bryony."I was so worried the snow on the Lunar Fang Trail would delay my father," Bryony murmured softly, her scent of wild lavender and fresh earth offering a small comfort."Aldren is a stubborn old wolf," Gen replied, her throat tight as she forced the words out. "A little winter storm won't keep him from showing off at a pack feast."Gen glanced over Bryony’s shoulder, her eyes instantly tracking Draven. He stood by the great stone hearth, his massive, powerful alpha frame leaning heavily against the mantel as he drained another goblet of raw, fermented blood-wine. He had not looked a

She stared at his broad shoulders in the dim light of the courtyard, waiting for him to turn back."I don’t know if I find that sad or just plain manipulative," Daven finally admitted, his head turning back just enough for her to see his clenching jaw, though his body remained angled toward the den."You wanted honesty," Genesis said, her palms sweating as her wolf whimpered at the distance between them."Yeah, and the truth is pretty damning, wouldn't you say?" Daven let out a harsh breath that smelled of the blood-wine. "You haven't been happy, Gen. Neither have I. We don't belong together. Having a pup with your pretend mate isn't going to miraculously fix what is broken inside you.""I am not broken," Genesis protested, her voice cracking as the lie cut her throat.Daven laughed, a dry, brittle bark that echoed off the stone walls. "You might not be, but I am. You and this pathetic excuse of a mating broke me. That is as honest as I can get with you right now. I am leaving the ter

Genesis flinched as the sudden harsh screech of a shadow-hawk soaring above the courtyard jarred her back to reality. She sat frozen on the wooden stool in the empty nursery, the plush wolf toy discarded on the stone floor at her feet. She could swear its carved wooden eyes held a cold, mocking glint.She buried her face in her trembling hands.Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as the terror clawed at her throat. The heat of a panic attack was rising fast, a suffocating weight she hadn’t felt since her adolescent years in the Ravenmoor Citadel.She pressed her fist against her sternum, trying to force air into her lungs. She had to master her wolf. She had to regain control and find a way to fix this before the pack council sealed the decree.The Great Solstice feast at Thayer and Elka’s longhouse was a sacred tradition in the Silvermoon Dominion. It was a chaotic gathering Genesis usually cherished, even if the hall was overflowing with loud warriors, scent-marking males, and

"I know that. But not now. Not today. It’s the Solstice," Genesis said, a sharp spike of guilt hitting her chest. "I know how long you’ve looked forward to the pack gathering. I hate dragging you into my mess.""I am glad you told me, Genesis," Bryony replied, her small hand reaching out to squeeze Genesis's tight, claw-curled fist. "You do not have to force another word if it makes your skin crawl, and I swear on my mark I will not whisper a breath of this to another soul.""I just do not want to put you in a dangerous position with Ronan," Genesis muttered, watching the heavy guilt gnaw at her stomach. Her brother Ronan was ruthlessly suspicious of everyone outside their bloodline, and if he caught Bryony keeping secrets, it would tear their fragile mating apart."You do not need to worry about my mate," Bryony said softly, her pale eyes tracking across the stone courtyard to where Ronan stood beside their father. Ronan seemed to feel her gaze through the bond, turning his head inst

"DRAVEN?" Genesis gasped in disbelief, her voice cracking as her breath hitched. She truly hadn’t believed he would bother coming for her himself.She could finally see him clearly, tall, broad-shouldered, arms folded across his chest as he glowered at her through the settling dust."I didn’t think you’d come yourself," she said, completely unnerved by his presence. She’d resigned herself to not seeing him again until the High Council summoned them, and now here he was, larger than life, looking pissed off and infuriatingly attractive at the same time."I wasn’t about to send Vaughn to deal with pack business by himself."His words belatedly alerted her to the fact that he wasn’t alone. Vaughn Ashcroft, Draven’s Beta and sworn pack-brother, was stepping out of the heavy transport’s passenger side.The male rounded the front of the vehicle and stood shoulder to shoulder with Draven. The two wolves, equally tall, both possessing lethal Beta and Alpha presence, were a striking pair, pres