Todos los capítulos de Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha The BloodMoon’s Forbidden Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Selene's POV "She’s such a cheap slut. Imagine throwing herself at Collins all these years!" I heard a voice snap as I walked out of uni after lectures."I bet any man whose dick goes near her hole will get lost in it," another sneered behind me, loud enough for me to hear.More whispers followed as I passed by, hushed tones mixed with cruel laughter. But I kept walking. I didn’t stop. I didn’t confront them. I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew the truth and that they were all lies. I wasn’t a whore. I had never even been with a man before.Last week, when Collins and Vanessa had thrown those words at me, I thought it was out of anger, a misunderstanding or maybe even desperation to cover their betrayal. But now, hearing it everywhere, seeing how quickly the rumor spread through campus, I knew better. This was deliberate and they were responsible. They had destroyed my name before I could ever tarnish theirs.I had caught them betraying me and somehow, I was the villain. How ironic

Selene's POV My eyes snapped open to the sunlight slowly seeping into the room I found myself in. I blinked, disoriented, glancing around at the unfamiliar space. The white sheets draped over me, the foreign scent lingering in the air, the walls I didn’t recognize, none of it made sense.I saw a man. Lying beside me.My heart jolted and I whipped up immediately, panic crashing over me. I didn’t know how I got here, or why I was in a bed with him.The voices echoed in my head. His voice. Words I didn’t fully remember, yet I knew they belonged to him. His scent clung to me.I placed my hand on my head, frowning from the hard pounding going on in my brain. “No more alcohol," I mumbled under my breath.He stirred beside me, and my chest tightened. I quickly dressed, my fingers fumbling against the fabric, rushing before he woke and saw me.Nothing had happened. I knew the moment I slipped into my clothes, my body untouched. Relief washed through me, sharp and bitter. I was grateful noth

Selene’s POV The sharp sting of antiseptics filled my nose, dragging me back to consciousness. I had always despised that smell as it reminded me too much of my mother, her fragile body clinging to life by a thin thread in the hospital.But the job required I ran a medical test in order to qualify. Blinking, I caught sight of a woman in the corner of the room. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, busy with something, but the moment my eyes adjusted, I shot upright. I wanted to leave. I couldn’t stand lingering here a second longer than necessary.Then the memories came, a bit foggy flashes before I fainted. The stranger's face I couldn't make out. Last night. Him. I had kissed him. I had thrown myself at him and though I couldn’t recall what happened afterward, I remembered waking up next to him this morning. Then it clicked. A memory of me throwing up on him. I grabbed my hair, going crazy as to what I had done. That was so embarrassing. He probably hated me at that moment.“Why

Selene's POV Guest Wing The guest wing of the house was more quiet than the rest. I was left at the doorway of a wide, airy bedroom by Tibet, the window panes tall enough to make my own hands look small, the bed far too soft to fit someone like me. He informed me that breakfast was to be brought in the morning, until when I was expected to stay put in the adjoining study until Maya was ready.Then he simply shut the door and left.I lingered on the bed for a while, my hands clutched in my lap. The restrictions echoed in my ears. West wing, sunset, ask no questions, Maya first One step wrong and it would be over, done. A memory of my mother’s room flooded my mind the doctor’s voice, the sum on the bill which continued to balloon endlessly.I could not risk a mistake.Sleep offered only fragmented, patchy comfort, punctuated by nightly visions of the club the kiss and the dismissive gaze of Draven earlier that day. By dawn, my heart was racing as though I had run the length of the coun

Selene's POV The morning light filtered into the east sitting room just as it had on the first day-a soft, golden wash more gentle than seemed appropriate for such a deeply secret house. I arrived early, carrying the workbook Tibet had left on my doorstep along with a small tin of coloured pencils I’d dug out of a bottom drawer my hands were perfectly steady, my heart less so. Maya was there already.She was sitting, just as she had on our first lesson, her knees pulled up to her chest in the simple white dress from the previous day, the dark circles under her eyes seemingly larger than on the morning before.She did not respond, or acknowledge, my greeting. "Good morning, Maya," I murmured, laying the workbook and pencils on the low table between the chairs, and sinking into my own. No response her eyes remained fixed on the garden through the windowpanes. I waited.Five minutes, then ten-the quiet between us stretching into an entity in its own right.Maya finally slid down from he