All Chapters of His Fractured Luna Became His Greatest Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BRIONY ASHBRIAR woke up exactly the way a low-ranking human female in a high-tier werewolf territory did—her thin muscles screaming in protest, her head throbbing to the rhythm of a war drum, and her gut churning with the sickening weight of the pack debts hanging over her family.The soft, thick wolf-pelt sheets beneath her white skin felt entirely wrong. The scent of roasted wild boar and rich, dark chicory coffee drifted from the open hearth, a luxury no normal human could afford in Frosthaven Moonreach.Briony forced her left eye open, only for a blinding spike of agony to shoot straight through her skull. Her gaze immediately locked onto a corner of the room where a heavily carved white cane leaned against a dark timber post. Next to it sat a half-smoked silver-leaf cigarette resting on an ash stone, its faint, crisp aroma mingling with the heavy, dark musk of an apex predator."Garron," Briony hissed under her breath, her voice raw and cracking.The realization hit her like a st

BRIONY ASHBRIAR marched straight through the heavy oak doors of The Howling Stag Tavern, her skintight leather breeches stained with mud and her skinny 5.5-foot frame radiating pure, unadulterated hostility."I am only signing these pack law papers to secure the Ashbriar Wolfstead, Frostwarden," I snapped, slamming my wooden clipboard onto the polished counter before my human knuckles could give away my trembling fear.The tavern was empty, but the thick, territorial scent of the Frostwarden pack clung to every piece of timber, sending a sharp wave of arousal straight to my wet core that I desperately tried to ignore."You always did know how to sweet-talk an alpha, hellcat," Garron murmured, his blind black face breaking into a slow, mocking grin as he rolled an unlit silver-leaf cigarette between his thick, scarred fingers. He leaned heavily on his carved white cane, his massive 5.8-foot muscular frame radiating an intense heat that made my breath hitch."Rule number one," I said, m

GARRON FROSTWARDEN navigated his heavy duffel and weapon case into the narrow entry of the Moonwatch Tower Den, his acute werewolf senses instantly locking onto the sharp, sweet scent of his human bride."Where exactly do you think you are going with those pack supplies, Frostwarden?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my slim, 5.5-foot frame as I blocked the tight staircase of the converted silo.The small circular room was thick with the scent of his dominant wolf—rich tobacco, mountain air, and raw alpha heat—making my human core twitch with a sudden, betraying wetness."I just spent an hour helping Elder Morag's old cronies move heavy oak trunks at the Ashbriar Homestead," Garron rumbled, his deep voice carrying a lazy, possessive vibration as he rolled a cigarette between his thick black fingers and leaned heavily on his white cane. "They think I am a magnificent mate for shifting their furniture shirtless, by the way, so you can stop looking at me like I just slaughtered your pri

BRIONY ASHBRIAR spun around and tried to make a silent exit from the Blood Moon Harvest Grounds, intending to escape before the rest of the pack could Corner her."Briony!" Verena Hollowbrook called out, stepping directly into her path with a bright smile, her long hair pinned back and her cheeks glowing under the firelight. "Thanks for dropping off those wolfsbane vials. I know Ismerie and the little pack cubs are going to love the crafting ritual tomorrow."Briony forced her thin shoulders to un-tense, forcing a tight smile onto her pale face. "No problem. Thanks for ordering them from the Ashbriar Homestead."Verena laughed, a light sound. "Like I had a choice! Garron practically held a dagger to my neck until I placed the order with your farm just to make sure you got the silver coins."Briony froze, her smile faltering before she could stop it.He had not said a single word about it. He had not smirked or bragged. He had just quietly diverted pack business straight to her struggl

Briony Ashbriar cleared her throat, adjusting her posture on the rigid wooden chair as the raw ache in her lower back flared. "Sorry, I have no filter. I know it’s a lot different to talk about monster smut when we’re seated in front of a display at Wolfsbane Curios than it is chatting while you’re on shift at the Hall of Moon Scrolls.""No, it’s fine." Rowena Briarwick's blush deepened from her cheeks down into her modest tunic. "But I need to finish shelving these scrolls. I’ll see you later.""Sure. And Rowena? Thanks for this," Briony said, holding up the heavy tome.Rowena gave a subtle nod before scurrying off to the front desk. Briony opened the leather cover and flipped through the yellowed parchment, her eyebrows shooting up as she took in the handwritten margin notes.This was not a standard scroll from the hall. It was a annotated text complete with crimson ink markers highlighting explicit details of werewolf mating rituals, knotting mechanics, and pack heat cycles.Briony