All Chapters of The Ruined Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Silas didn’t move. He stood like an iron pillar in the pouring rain, his piercing amber eyes locked onto hers as if searching for a trace of fear to exploit.Aria didn't look down. She forced her shoulders back and met his lethal gaze head-on, even as her body shivered uncontrollably from the freezing wind and the raw, bleeding ache in her chest."You're bleeding out," Silas observed coldly, his eyes dropping for a brief second to the deep gash on her foot and the purple, inflamed mark of the broken bond on her neck. "And you smell like a discarded scraps of the Blood Moon Pack."The mention of her old pack stung, but Aria pushed the pain down, burying it deep under a layer of ice. "Their trash or not, I'm on your land now. Do whatever it is you do with trespassers, Alpha Silas, but don't waste your breath insulting me."One of the massive shadow-guards behind Silas stepped forward, drawing a long silver blade from his belt. "Alpha, let me handle her. She’s an unknown risk.""Stand do

Aria awoke to the scent of cedar wood and burning pine.She was lying in a large, heavy four-poster bed draped in dark velvet blankets. Soft morning sunlight poured through a high stone archway, illuminating the thick dust motes floating in the air.She pushed herself up slowly, bracing for the burning pain in her chest from the broken bond. It was still there—a deep, hollow ache—but the feverish heat had faded. Her feet were wrapped neatly in clean white bandages, smelling faintly of soothing herbal salve.A small table stood near the bed with a tray of fresh bread, fruit, and hot tea. Beside the tray lay a folded dark tunic and simple trousers.The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a young woman stepped inside, carrying a jug of water. She had pale silver hair braided tightly back and bright green eyes. The moment she saw Aria sitting up, she paused."You're awake," the girl said, her voice cautious but not hostile. She set the jug on the washstand. "Alpha Silas said you would pro

The heavy oak door shut behind Silas, but the heat of his presence lingered in the quiet room like smoke.Aria sat on the edge of the mattress, her heart beating a furious rhythm against her ribs. The places where his skin had touched hers—her collarbone, her lip, her chest—were still burning with a strange, pleasurable static.She reached down and touched her collarbone. The jagged scar from Julian’s rejection was no longer throbbing with agonizing pain. Instead, a soft, golden warmth radiated from deep within her chest, soothing the raw edges of her broken soul.What did he do to me? she thought, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed.She stood up carefully. Her ankles, though bound in clean bandages, held her weight without collapsing. She quickly dressed in the simple clothes provided—a soft black tunic that fell to her mid-thigh and fitted leather trousers.Ten minutes later, the door creaked open again. But it wasn't the pack doctor.Silas stood in the entryway. He had disca

The golden static in the courtyard slowly settled, but the air between Silas and Aria remained suffocatingly thick.Silas’s hand was still wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her so close that Aria could feel every ragged breath he took. His amber eyes burned, scanning her face with a mixture of raw pride and dark, dangerous hunger.Around them, the watching warriors stood in stunned, absolute silence. No one dared to call her a weak omega now."You feel it, don't you?" Silas murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against her skin. His free hand slid up her neck, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw until his fingers tangled into the soft hair at the base of her head."I feel... everything," Aria whispered, her breath hitching.It was true. The dead, empty void left by Julian’s rejection was completely gone, replaced by a roaring inferno. But it wasn't just power—it was Silas. Every nerve ending in her body sang wherever his skin touched hers, a deep, aching pull that deman

Silence settled over the quiet study, thick and charged with an intensity that made the surrounding air feel almost tangible. Silas didn't pull back, his hand remaining steady over hers against his chest, letting her feel every heavy, rhythmic beat of his heart.Aria looked up, meeting the relentless gold of his eyes. "You offer me a crown and a pack as if they are gifts to be handed over on a silver platter, Silas. But nothing in this world is free. What is the true cost of standing beside the Sovereign?"A faint, dangerous smirk touched the corner of Silas’s mouth, though his gaze remained deadly serious. "The cost is your complete surrender—not to me, Aria, but to the power you have spent years suppressing. I will not let you hide behind the memory of what Julian did to you. If you walk this path with me, you step into the fire, not behind my shield."Aria felt a thrill, sharp and cold, cut through the residual warmth in her veins. For months, Julian and his pack had taught her to