All Chapters of The Devil's Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I never thought I'd be stealing from the most dangerous man in New York to save my grandmother's life.But here I am, crouched behind a mahogany desk in Giovanni Marchetti's private office, my fingers trembling as they close around the USB drive that contains enough evidence to destroy his empire. The one that could buy Nonna's surgery. The one that could get me killed.My wolf whimpers inside me, warning me this is suicide. She's right. Giovanni Marchetti isn't just a billionaire who owns half of Manhattan's luxury hotels and underground casinos. He's the Alpha of the Obsidian Moon Pack, the most ruthless werewolf syndicate on the East Coast. They say he's killed men for looking at him wrong. They say his wolf is pure black, like his soul.They say a lot of things about Giovanni Marchetti, and every single one makes my hands shake harder.The elevator dings from somewhere down the hall. My enhanced hearing picks up footsteps—multiple sets, heavy and purposeful. Security doing their r

I wake to the sound of my phone buzzing violently on the nightstand. The Rose Suite is still dark, the blackout curtains blocking the early morning light. I fumble for my phone, squinting at the screen.5:47 a.m. Twelve missed calls from St. Mary's Hospital.My blood turns to ice as I call back, my hands shaking."Miss Rossi?" The nurse's voice is urgent. "Your grandmother—she's had a seizure. You need to come immediately."I'm out of bed before she finishes talking, yanking on yesterday's jeans and a t-shirt from my old clothes. The elevator won't come fast enough. I slam the button repeatedly, panic clawing at my throat.When the doors finally open, Giovanni is inside, fully dressed in a Tom Ford suit despite the ungodly hour."Move," I gasp, trying to push past him.He catches my arm. "I know. My driver's waiting.""How—""The hospital called me when they couldn't reach you. I'm listed as her emergency contact now." He guides me into the elevator, his hand steady on my lower back.

The penthouse's private medical suite is better equipped than most emergency rooms. Giovanni sets me on the examination table with surprising gentleness, his hands already working to peel away my shredded clothes."I can do it," I protest weakly."Stop fighting me." His voice carries an edge of command that makes my wolf whimper. "You're hurt.""I'll heal.""Not fast enough." He cuts away what's left of my sports bra, professional despite my near-nakedness. "These are deep."Isabella's claws left four parallel gashes across my ribs. They're already trying to close, but Giovanni's right—they're too deep for my quarter-wolf healing to handle quickly.He cleans the wounds with steady hands, his touch clinical. But I catch him clenching his jaw when I hiss in pain, see the way his eyes flash gold when he catalogues each injury."You're angry," I observe."I'm furious." He applies antiseptic that burns like hell. "I should have killed Isabella months ago when she first challenged my author