Semua Bab HIS FORBIDDEN LUNA : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The full moon hung low and heavy over the Whispering Woods, its silver light painting every tree in cold, merciless white. Aria Vale stood in the center of the ceremonial clearing, barefoot on the damp earth, her white ceremonial dress clinging to her trembling body. Tonight was supposed to be the night everything changed.Tonight she would meet her fated mate.She had dreamed of this moment for years. Every young wolf did. The bond was sacred, unbreakable, the one thing in their brutal world that was supposed to be pure. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. Eighteen years of waiting, of hoping, of believing that somewhere out there was someone who would look at her and see more than the quiet, orphaned girl who cleaned tables at the pack diner.Alpha Reid stood at the edge of the circle with the rest of the high-ranking wolves. His eyes were sharp, calculating. Beside him stood his son—Jace Reid, the future Alpha. Tall, golden-haired, already carrying the arrog

Aria barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw crimson eyes and heard that deep, quiet voice saying the same two words over and over.You don’t have a choice.By morning her small apartment felt like a cage. She had packed a bag twice and unpacked it twice. Running was the smart choice. She had done it before. She could dye her hair again, change cities, disappear into another diner in another state.But her wolf refused to let her leave.The animal that had been silent for three years was now restless and loud, pacing inside her chest, growling every time Aria even thought about packing. The mate bond—raw and unwanted—pulled at her like invisible chains.At exactly 7:55 a.m., a black car stopped in front of her building.Aria stood at the window and watched a tall man in a dark suit step out and open the back door. He didn’t look up at her window. He simply waited.She could still run.Instead, she grabbed her jacket and walked downstairs.The driver opened the door witho

Aria locked the bedroom door the moment she returned from dinner.It was a pointless gesture.She already knew locks meant nothing in this house.She stood with her back against the heavy wood, breathing hard, trying to slow the frantic rhythm of her heart. The ghost of Kael’s hand still burned on the back of her neck. Every place he had touched felt branded. Her wolf paced restlessly inside her chest, restless and hungry, pushing against her control with a strength she had not felt in three years.She hated it.She hated how easily he affected her.She hated that the broken pieces of her old mate bond still ached, and yet this new one felt stronger, sharper, impossible to ignore.Aria pushed away from the door and walked into the bathroom. She turned the shower as hot as it would go and stood under the spray until her skin turned pink. She scrubbed until she could no longer smell his scent on her, but it didn’t matter. The bond lived deeper than skin. It lived in her blood now.When

Combat training began at dawn.Aria stood in the middle of a large underground gym carved into the stone beneath the estate. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and old blood. Mats covered the floor. Weapons lined the walls—blades, staffs, silver-tipped spears. Everything about the space felt designed for violence.Her trainer was a broad-shouldered man named Torin, one of Kael’s most trusted enforcers. He had a scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw and the calm eyes of someone who had killed many times.“Again,” he said.Aria wiped sweat from her forehead and reset her stance. Her arms already ached. They had been at it for two hours. Basic footwork. How to break a hold. How to use an opponent’s weight against them. She was smaller and less experienced than most wolves, and Torin did not go easy on her.She lunged. He sidestepped, caught her wrist, and sent her sprawling onto the mat for the twelfth time.“You telegraph every move,” Torin said, not unkindly. “Your body tells me

Chapter 8Blood and BondAria woke to the scent of pine and steel.For a moment she thought she was still dreaming. Then the dull throb in her arm reminded her that the attack had been real. The silver wound had been cleaned and stitched, but the burn of the metal lingered under the bandage like a warning.She opened her eyes.Kael sat in a dark chair pulled close to the side of the bed. He had changed shirts, but the same cold fury still lived in the set of his shoulders. His eyes were black again, yet the crimson waited just beneath the surface. One of his hands rested on the edge of the mattress, close enough that his fingers almost brushed her blanket.He had not left.“How long was I asleep?” Aria’s voice came out rough.“Four hours.” Kael’s gaze moved over her face, then down to the bandage on her arm. “The doctor said the silver was pure. Another inch and it would have nicked your lung. You were lucky.”“Lucky,” she repeated quietly. The word tasted bitter.Kael’s jaw flexed. “