All Chapters of The Luna Is Not Dead: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SeleneThe sharp crack of the slap sounded across the room as pain exploded across the left side of my face. I whimpered, staggering back as my vision blurred in one eye. My hand flew up to touch my burning cheek, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.“I warned you to get off my back, didn’t I?” Liora, my sister-in-law snarled, her voice dripping with venom.My body trembled with the effort it took not to react. I swallowed the bitter taste of humiliation and spoke softly. “I only asked a simple question…”“And what makes you think I would steal your cheap classless jewelry?” Liora snapped, folding her arms. “Do I look like someone who would wear the pathetic things you own?”I opened my mouth to respond when my mother-in-law swept into the room, her sharp eyes narrowing at the scene.“What is going on here?” she demanded.“Mother!” Liora cried dramatically, rushing to her side and clutching her arm like a helpless child. “She accused me of stealing her jewelry!”My mother-in-law'

Selene“No…” I shook my head frantically, refusing to believe what I had just heard. “You’re lying. You’re just saying all of this because you don’t want me anymore. You’re trying to throw me out of your life. That's why you’re making up these ridiculous stories!”My voice grew louder, filled with pain and disbelief. “This is all bullshit, Elias! Complete bullshit coming out of your mouth!”Rage flashed across his face. In a blur of movement, he stormed toward me and wrapped his large hand around my throat, slamming me back against the wall. His claws extended, sharp tips digging into my skin as he squeezed.I gasped, choking, my hands desperately clawing at his wrist. “Let… go…”His eyes were dark and feral. “Should I kill you right now and right here?” he snarled, tightening his grip. “So you want to die and go ask your dead father in hell if I’m lying?”Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe. “Please… let me go…”He stared at me for a terrifying second before shoving

SeleneI stared at Alaric, the silence between us stretching taut, until something inside me cracked. A loud, bitter laugh tore out of me, echoing sharply off the sterile hospital walls. He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Instead, he gave me that cold, grumpy look of his. The same one that could freeze fire. His huge brows were drawn into a deep scowl.“You really think this is funny now, do you?” he asked, his voice flat but deep.“Isn’t it?” I chuckled, shaking my head even as the laughter started to curdle in my chest. “I mean, you just said the most hilarious thing of the century.”Alaric’s jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jump. “Look at me, Selene. I am serious.” His eyes darkened. “I am dead serious.”My smile vanished. Anger surged through me like wildfire, tightening my face until my cheeks ached. My gaze flicked to the invitation card lying on the bedside table, its elegant gold lettering glinting mockingly under the lights. I bit dow

SeleneHonestly? I regret giving Alexa such a hard time earlier. This food was incredible. It was rich, perfectly seasoned, and exactly what my body had been craving after days of hospital broth. As I ate, a couple of omegas dressed in matching aprons stepped up to the table, quietly setting down even more steaming dishes. I couldn't help the small, genuine smile that slipped onto my face. For a few minutes, the impending doom of the Whitemoon pack's invitation completely faded away. I was just a girl enjoying a spectacularly good meal.Then, a voice broke the peace. An annoying, disturbing voice I really didn’t want to hear right now.”I can see you're enjoying the food.”I snapped my head up. Alaric was sitting a few chairs down, cutting into his own meal with a slow, agonizing grace. His eyes remained fixed on his plate, completely casual, as if he hadn't spent the last twenty-four hours pouting like a child.I couldn't even snap back at him. My mouth was so full I could barely che

SeleneMy eyes flew open.I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, my entire body shaking uncontrollably and drenched in a cold sweat. I clutched my throat, my fingers searching for wounds, but the skin was perfectly smooth.I was in my room at Moonstone. It had just been a nightmare. A really bad, scary nightmare.I looked around the pitch-black room. With shaky hands, I reached out and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand close to me. The dim warmth cut through the dark, but I was still terrified, the image of Max’s claws fresh in my mind. I touched my neck again to be sure that wasn’t a nightmare.Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open. The heavy wood slammed against the wall with a deafening crack, nearly rattling off its hinges.Alaric stood in the doorway.For a man who always carried himself with a cold, dominant, “I don’t care” attitude, he looked completely unraveled. His chest was heaving, his feet bare, and his usually stone-cold eyes were wide with a rare, raw shock.