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As Chyna rushed into the living room, Tate slapped Ryan across the face. ​"It’s over, Ryan!" Tate shouted. "I want a normal life. I want to make my family proud with a female mate!" ​Ryan stormed out, acting furious. Chyna stepped forward and patted Tate’s back, her face glowing with pride. "Finally," she whispered. "You’ve come to your senses." ​Tate swallowed his guilt and forced a smile. "When you were away on your trip, I had time to think. I realized the Moon Goddess must have made a mistake with us."

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

Cynthia then notice the confusion on her face. "By the way, since your sister already knew my son. Let me introduce him to you also, dear..." She turned to my left and pointed to the man standing beside me. "He's Mateo Villanueva, my one and only son and the one who'll also inherit our company, the Stellar Venture." Isabella almost choked the food she's eating, her eyes are widening. "Y-You are the rich..." she said in disbelief, as Mateo handed his hand towards her for a hand shake. She quickly grab his hand and shook it as well.

If they did trespass, there were consequences that the government needed to face. It was a time where humans befriended werewolves and even married and had families. It was a time a female Alpha was as much feared and obeyed as a male one. It was a time of pure harmony, peace and there was no rule break for over a decade. Let's introduce myself now. I am Audrey Rose Moon. The Alpha of the Moon Knight pack. One of the strongest there was. My father Joseph Moon had retired from his job as an Alpha since I turned 18 just the previous year. He handed me my rightful position and power, since then, I have been doing quite well, I guess.

“Efficiency. Organization. Someone who understands the art world but doesn’t try to control my creative process.” Rachel smiled approvingly. “She’s direct. You’ll like that.” Isla’s lips twitched. “I do prefer straightforward clients.” We moved on to the topic of pay. Isla crossed her arms. “For my level of expertise, I’d expect nothing less than $12,000 a month.” Rachel’s brow lifted slightly, but I didn’t even flinch. “If you’re good at the role, I’ll double it.” Isla blinked, clearly surprised. She had probably judged me from my look and appearance.

It was made of twelve flawless moonstones, each one worth fifty thousand dollars. On the stream, Isla was preening for the camera. "Only the most devout and purest of souls can earn the Moon Goddess's favor. Thank you, my Alpha, for letting me prove my worth." She kissed Damian. And Damian stood beside her. He had clearly let her convince him to trust her power again. I screenshotted the image, my face a mask of stone, and closed the stream. Good. You two deserve each other. And you both deserve a glorious downfall.

LISA’S POV “Alpha Asher is a monster,” Caleb said, his voice low and filled with fear. “He doesn’t care about us humans. His only concern is his pack and the power he wields over others. He demands payment from us every month for his so-called protection. But what happens if we can’t afford it? What if we run out of money or resources? What then?” I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I listened to my brothers, Jax and Max, along with their friend Caleb, discuss Alpha Asher. He was the formidable leader of the Red Moon pack, a werewolf of such ruthlessness that it was almost beyond comprehension.

The photo of Samantha's bruised, trembling face looked back at him as though someone had pressed a hot iron straight into his chest. Her wrists were bound to the chair and her head tilted down in defiance despite everything, her body shaking. They'd made her look so small and breakable. And beneath it, the words: Fifty million. Twenty-four hours. Now Jason had paid more than that for a private satellite, for a jet, for scraps of land he'd never set foot on. He'd even bought the moon for Samantha, all without breaking a sweat, because there was much more where that money came from.

It’s a field operation into hostile territory, and I’m treating it with the reverence of a soldier cleaning his rifle. I glance up through the glass partition. Isla is visible in the tactical office above, suspended in a pool of artificial light. She is seated at the desk, phone in hand, staring at the screen. She hasn’t moved in ten minutes. I know exactly what she’s looking at. It’s the same number she’s been staring at for three hours. Her bank balance. $10.77. She isn't just looking at digits; she is calculating the impossible physics of her own survival. Charter flight to Portland: $4,800. Boat rental to Morrison: $600 minimum.

Then she whispered: “On the night of the festival, when the bond pulled us together… the moon chose her. Isla was marked before she was even born. She carries the bloodline of the first Luna—the one said to have walked beside the Moon Goddess herself. That is why they want her. That is why I ran.” Damien’s chest ached as if he had been struck. His eyes dropped again to Isla, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm she had unleashed. “She’s ours,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “And she carries the power of the first Luna.”