All Chapters of Loving Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The slap came before Luna Vale had time to lower her eyes. Her head snapped sideways.Pain exploded across her cheek, sharp enough to make her ears ring. She stumbled into the kitchen counter, catching herself against the worn wood before she fell.She didn't cry out.She had learned years ago that crying only made things worse."Look at me when I'm speaking to you."Luna swallowed.Slowly, she turned her face back towards her father.Gareth Vale stood only a few feet away, his expression twisted with the familiar disgust she had known for as long as she could remember.At nineteen, Luna knew every version of that expression.The narrowed eyes meant silence.The clenched jaw meant run—if there was somewhere to run.And the slight curl of his upper lip meant he was deciding whether she had suffered enough.Usually, she hadn't."I'm sorry," Luna whispered.His nostrils flared."Sorry."The word came out like an insult."You're always sorry."Luna lowered her gaze.Wrong choice.A hand

Silence swallowed the kitchen.Gareth Vale remained on one knee before Darius, his face drained of colour.Behind Darius, Luna stood frozen.Mate.The word should have been beautiful.Every girl in Silver Creek grew up hearing stories about the moment she would meet the wolf chosen for her by the Moon Goddess. Luna had listened to those stories too, back when she had been young enough to believe beautiful things might happen to her.She had imagined flowers.Moonlight.A man smiling when he saw her.She had never imagined Alpha Darius Blake standing between her and her father while the room trembled beneath his fury."Your... mate?" Gareth repeated.Darius's jaw tightened."Do you have difficulty hearing?""No, Alpha.""Then don't make me repeat myself."Gareth lowered his head.Luna stared at Darius's back.His shoulders were rigid beneath his black shirt.Power poured from him in waves.She could feel it pressing against her skin, heavy enough that instinct told her to bow.But stra

Luna had imagined her first shift thousands of times.As a child, she had pictured herself running beneath the moon with her parents watching proudly from the edge of the forest.At thirteen, she had imagined the relief of finally hearing a second voice inside her head.At fifteen, she had stopped imagining anything beautiful.By seventeen, she had prayed only for a wolf—any wolf—so the whispers would stop.She had never imagined standing in the ruins of the healer's room as a white wolf surrounded by silver fire while the most feared Alpha she had ever met lay before her in the form of an enormous black beast.And she definitely hadn't imagined wanting to rub herself against him again.Onyx.Aurora's voice flowed through Luna's mind with unmistakable affection.The enormous black wolf raised his head.His eyes were fixed on Aurora.Mate.Luna could feel everything now.Aurora's happiness.Her curiosity.Her fierce attraction towards Onyx.And something deeper.Recognition.As though

Betrayal.Luna shot upright.A scream tore from her throat.Fire exploded across the bedroom.The curtains snapped backwards.The windows rattled.Silver-white flames raced over Luna's arms and curled around her body, illuminating the dark room.But she barely saw them.Pain burned through the side of her neck.Exactly where Darius had shown her the mating mark would go."No!"Luna slapped her hand against the spot.Nothing was there.No wound.No bite.Yet she could feel teeth.Fangs sinking into flesh.Not hers.Someone else's.A woman's scream ripped through her mind.Luna's vision disappeared.And suddenly—she wasn't in Darius's castle anymore.Snow.Blood.Fire.Luna stood in the middle of a battlefield she had never seen.Bodies covered the frozen ground.Wolves howled in the distance.A woman stood several feet away.Beautiful.Long white hair streamed behind her.Her eyes burned silver.Blood covered the white gown clinging to her body.And behind her—Phoenix wings made of c

It’s the reason your Phoenix could never be stolen.For several seconds, Luna could only stare at her mother.Elena lay unconscious in the grass, her fingers still loosely curled around Luna’s hand.“Mother?”Nothing.“Mother!”Luna’s voice cracked.Darius was beside her instantly.“Healer!” His roar shook the courtyard. “NOW!”Several wolves ran.Luna touched Elena’s face.Her mother was cold.Too cold.Black veins still crawled faintly beneath the skin around her throat where Malachar’s chain had been.“Why isn’t she waking up?”Darius crouched beside her.“I don’t know.”“What if he poisoned her?”“We’ll find out.”“What if she dies?”Darius looked at Luna.She hated that question the moment it left her mouth.Because Elena had hurt her.Failed her.Watched her suffer.Luna hadn’t forgiven her.Perhaps she never would.But—She didn’t want her dead.Those truths could exist together.“I don’t want her to die,” Luna whispered.Darius’s expression softened.“You don’t have to justify