All Chapters of The Moon's Outcast & his Unwilling Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vaelra Fuck the moon goddess.Fuck her for deciding it was a brilliant idea to chain two strangers together from the moment they were born and call it fate.What was so romantic about having your future stolen? About being told who you'll love, who you'll spend the rest of your life with before you even have the chance to choose for yourself? They say it was necessary, that the moon goodess never makes mistakes.One look at mama proves otherwise.Every evening without fail, she sits on the wooden bench outside our cottage, staring at the Alpha's house with eyes that haven't held a spark of life in fifteen years.And the man she's waiting for? My sperm donor a.k.a the Alpha the moon goddess trapped her with.He marked her, and then when the priest declared their pup cursed, he cast her aside and chose another shewolf as his Luna.So tell me again... how the fuck doesn't the moon goddess make mistakes?My chest tightens as I watch her.Back when I was little, I'd sit beside her, convi

VaelraUnfortunately, my legs have a mind of their own as they refuse to move.It takes him one step, and he closes the distance between us.He's close. Way too fucking close that I can feel the heat rolling of his large body.His hand comes up beneath my chin and tilts my face toward him until I can feel the brush of his breath against my temple as he leans in.His eyes glow.And I can't help but notice how terrifyingly beautiful they are this close.Then, a muscle ticks in his jaw as though he's fighting back something.His nostrils flare again, followed by a crease forming between his brows."How old are you?"His voice is rough gravel, low and dark, and it sends an unexpected shiver down my spine."Twenty," I answer before my brain can catch up.His gaze narrows."You're wolfless."The words shatter whatever strange haze had settled over me.I didn't need a strange man, no matter how hot he was, reminding me I was defective.I slap his hand away and take a step back."Want a priz

VaelraMy heart jumps in my throat as I look away, quickly lifting a hand as though it can somehow hide me.Not that lunatic again.Against my better judgement, I glance back again. And yes, he is still staring.The infuriating bastard even has the nerve to smirk when he catches me looking.Then his lips move.I swear he mouths the word 'pervert'.It takes geniue effort not to give him the middle finger.That's when I finally notice he is sitting at the spot reserved for Alphas.It takes me another second to realise he is the Alpha of Blood Moon.The man I was alone with last night was the same man who drinks his pack blood?!A shiver runs through me.The girls beside me continue whispering. "His Luna is beautiful."My attention shifts to the woman sitting beside him.She sits with perfect posture and a charming smile. Her dress is elegant and I can tell it costs more than everything in our cottage combined.She has the type of beauty that turns heads without even trying.For some re

Raze The forest is quiet now except for her steady breathing against my neck. We stay like this for a while before I finally shift carefully, not to wake her. My fingers brush damp strands of hair away from her bloodied face. "She's perfect," I murmur. "Of course she is. She is ours." Khaos's voice is low and reverent for once. Glancing down at her, a smile curls across my lips. He's damn right about that. There is blood over her body, most of it from the bastard I killed, mixed with dirt. I need to clean her up. Carefully, I lift her higher into my arms and carry her toward the river. It was the first place I ever encountered my mate. I had gone for a quick swim after arriving at the crescent moon pack when suddenly her scent hit me. It was unlike anything I had never smelled. Wild jasmine mixed with rain-soaked earth and a warm smoke beneath it. It was intoxicating, slamming into my senses so violently that I'd forgotten how to breathe. Khaos had gone completel

Vaelra I don't know where I am. There is no sky, no ground, no wind or sound, only darkness, so thick it feels like it's pressing down on me. I lie curled into myself, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees as my body shakes. Pressing my face against my knees, I try to breathe through the ache, tearing through my chest. But every time I close my eyes, I see him. Zane. His smile, the way he looked at me when he told me he loved me, then his head getting ripped from his body. "Please..." I cry. "Make it stop." But I know that scene is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. My fingers dig into my arms, but nothing hurts enough to drown out the pain of losing him. I brought him into that forest. I was the one who couldn't handle my shit and dragged him away from the festival. And now he is dead. The tears keep coming, hot and endless, soaking the space between my knees and face. Mama was wrong, I really was a curse. Papa left because of me. The pack dista