All Chapters of My Dying Luna Became My Deadliest Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Goddess, Caedric and Thayer were always so insufferable. They loved each other like blood brothers should, but their wolves clashed like fire and ice. It was exhausting. If Ronan’s dark scowl through the mirror link was anything to go by, he was completely over it too."Shut your mouths, both of you," Ronan growled, his Alpha command snapping through the crystal link and instantly silencing their brothers, who blinked in surprise.In the past, Ronan would have tried to pivot the conversation with some random news about the northern border patrols. This was the first time in moons that he had actually used his dominant Alpha voice on them, ordering them to back down.Genesis bit the inside of her cheek to hide a small smirk as her two other brothers dipped their heads in quick submission, muttering grudging apologies."Genesis, what the hell do you mean Draven walked out on you?" Ronan demanded, his intense gaze locking onto hers through the glass.Having that sharp command turned on h

Genesis let out a small, tired laugh that cut into a soft breath."I have always kept my claws up around other females," Genesis whispered. "I thought it was better to let the High Court think I was a cold, unfeeling bitch than to admit my wolf never learned how to run with the pack. Females especially."Mirelle gave a knowing smile, the silent understanding between them settling like a light truce over their shared guard."I need to head down to the hearth hall," Mirelle said, taking a step back. "Nerys Vale will throw a fit if I miss the morning supply check." Nerys Vale was Mirelle’s closest ally, her pack sister, and the head cook at the border tavern.Genesis nodded, watching Mirelle descend the porch steps in a fluid motion of warmth and confidence.As Mirelle rode off into the pine trees, Genesis sank onto the creaking wooden bench outside her new dwelling. She sat alone, her injured foot throbbing as a heavy wave of self-doubt crashed over her.Why was she staying in his terri

Genesis resumed her desperate struggle with the ring, her fingers digging red tracks into her skin as she tried to force the platinum off her knuckle.Draven’s heavy, calloused hand clamped around her right wrist, pinning her in place."Stop that," he growled. "I don't want it back.""Draven, take it—""Genesis, I can't stand the sight of it." His low voice vibrated with raw venom, cutting straight into her chest. His dark brows pulled together, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous, unstable heat as he stared down at the metal. "Every time I look at that ring, all I see is my own pathetic failure. Our mating bond torn to shreds right at our feet.""Here is your morning feast," Isolde interrupted cheerfully, stepping up to the table with a full tray.The omega hesitated, the smile slipping from her face as she felt the suffocating, hostile pressure of Draven’s Alpha aura filling the space."Um..." Isolde carefully placed two wooden platters loaded with seared venison and thick hea

Genesis jumped and snatched her hand away from Draven’s as Mirelle stepped up to their table, her round face bright with a massive smile.Draven loved his sister, but her timing was absolute trash. Or maybe it was perfect, because what the fuck had that just been? Touching Genesis? Sliding his finger over her smooth skin?Bad decision.Allowing this vulnerable, painfully honest version of Genesis past his Alpha shields was only going to wreck him.He had dropped his heavy frame into the seat at her table against his better judgment. He had tried convincing himself that the hearth hall was crowded, that taking up two tables was a waste of space. He had almost talked himself into believing he was doing Mirelle a favor by freeing up room for high-paying pack traders.He could teach a masterclass on self-deception at this point.And now they had bound themselves to this ridiculous daily communication deal?Every single morning.Fucking fantastic.Talk about too little, way too late."Oh."

"Here’s the deal, okay? We don’t look at them, talk to them, smile at them, wave at them, or in any way, shape, or form acknowledge them. At all. They. Do. Not. Exist. Are we clear?"Zinnia Frostmere spoke with a sharp, stern tone that meant business, her brown eyes flashing with Alpha-line authority.The female group had gathered near the back booth at Moonhollow tavern, away from the heavy oak tables where the male pack warriors gathered."Zinnia, you go over these rules every time we come to the border tavern," Linnea retorted, her glossy dark hair swinging over her shoulder as she raised her voice over the loud tavern chatter."Do you, Linnea?" Zinnia countered dryly. "Because we all remember when I caught you pinned against the armory wall with Alton Greymark.""A temporary weakness," Linnea blew off with an airy wave. "And I apologized for breaking your sacred girls' night rules. The male looks built for breeding in those leather patrol trousers. My wolf couldn't help itself.""