Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Scarred Luna’s Revenge: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

CHAPTER 1The Luna Who Never Was“Say it again.”Wren Hartley’s voice came out smaller than she meant it to. Around her, three hundred members of the Silverpine Pack stood in the silver light of the full moon, and not one of them breathed.“Say it again, Damien. Slowly. So I know I misheard.”Damien Blackthorne, the future Alpha of Silverpine, did not look at her. He looked at the girl on his arm instead, Vivienne Cross, who wore a red dress to a white ceremony and a smile like a loaded gun.“I said,” Damien repeated, louder now, so the back rows could hear, “that I will not take Wren Hartley as my Mate. My heart has only ever belonged to Vivienne.”The clearing exploded into whispers.Wren looked down at her hands. She had stitched this white dress herself, over four months of night shifts, every seam pressed flat with a borrowed iron. On her left palm, pale and thin as a thread, was the scar from the night she and Damien were eleven years old and cut their hands open before the Moon

CHAPTER 3The Night the Moon Whispered“Keep it on if you want.”Wren’s fingers had stopped at the ribbon of her mask. The hotel suite was dark, lit only by the thin silver blade of light slicing through the curtains. Kaelen stood in front of her, close enough to touch, and he had not made a single move she hadn’t invited.“You don’t want to see my face?”“I want to see all of you.” His voice was rough with restraint. “But not before you’re ready. I’ll know you either way.”Her throat tightened. She had expected a man like this to take. She had not expected him to wait.“Why are you being so kind?” she whispered.“Because you’re shaking.” He caught her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “And because I think you’ve been starved of kindness for far too long.”She laughed, wet and breathless, and realized to her horror that she was crying under the mask.He didn’t ask why. He just gathered her gently against his chest, and she felt the steady, heavy thud of his heart through his

CHAPTER 5Ink and Moonlight“Going somewhere, Miss Hartley?”Kaelen Draven’s voice carried through the glass, low and level and utterly unamused. He stood a few feet from her car, one hand resting casually in his coat pocket, as though a woman fleeing in the middle of the night were a mildly irritating scheduling conflict.Wren could not move.Three years. Three years of telling herself she had imagined him, that she had built a fairy tale from one night and a lonely heart. And here he was, breathtakingly real, and every instinct in her body responded to him as if no time had passed at all.Then the anger arrived, and it was almost a relief.He left, she reminded herself. He left, and I was thrown out of that hotel with coffee in my hair.She rolled down the window with a steady hand. “Is there a problem, Alpha?”His gold eyes swept over her face, and there was no flicker of recognition in them at all. Not a single spark. He saw a stranger in a good coat with a quiet voice.Wren did n