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Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat. And staring right at me? A title written in old, curling ink: “Luna of the Cursed Moon” I blinked. Nope. No thank you. I wanted a self-care spell, not a prophecy. I tried to turn the page—except the book bit me. “No. Ohhh no. We are NOT doing this fate-destiny-cosmic-mate nonsense. I just cleaned up a glitter chicken with sass issues!” But too late. Magic curled from the page like smoke, surrounding me, whispering…

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

***** 2 months later, "I'm so nervous," Leah muttered while walking around the room. Adrian smiled, "Don't worry, people will love your book, your story is amazing! Be confident!" he said, for the umpteenth time. Leah bit her lips, not that sure. That book was her firstborn, she was not sure if people will love it or not. But she wrote everything with all of her heart.

Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and are written for storytelling purposes. Most importantly, this is Luna's story, a girl who has spent her entire life in a cage, searching for a life that truly belongs to her. I hope you'll laugh with her, cry with her, get frustrated with her, and fall in love with her journey. Happy reading! — C

Selene's descriptions of the hybrid grew more detailed with each passing day, as if the moon was feeding her information in fragments, piece by piece, like breadcrumbs leading Kael toward a destination he couldn't yet see. Lena was not just a woman with golden eyes and dark hair. She was a librarian, living in a small apartment in a city called Lychwood, surrounded by books she used to escape a life that had given her nothing. She had no family, no friends, no one who would notice if she disappeared.

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Once the stool was in place, Alethea reached for the novel Sebastian had given her earlier and began reading. "What's the title?" Sebastian asked as he adjusted his blanket and pillow. "Bared to You," Alethea read aloud from the cover. Nothing about it seemed unusual. And judging by the New York Times label at the top, she guessed it was a bestselling novel. Sebastian frowned slightly. "Read the blurb," he commanded. Obediently, Alethea flipped the book over and started reading. "I am an imperfect woman with a wounded past, yet he can open me up so easily..."

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She also didn't see how blankets would help her be a good Luna. Instead of jumping right into knitting she decided to read first and got out one of the books. The Inner Pack. It was a novel. Not a guide or informational book, but a fictional novel? She staired at it in confusion for a few minutes before she picked it up to start reading.

The temptation of spending the day alone, naked, and doing whatever, was hard to resist. I opened my mouth to object, but it turned into a whimper when I shifted on his lap, and my ass rubbed against his growing length. A shudder rushed down my spine. I draped my hands around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder and tried to even my breathing. Then I spoke, “Let's do a barbecue for them. I could also invite some friends over.” “By friends you mean your grouchy cousin I suppose,” he snorted “ Lex is no grouchy,” I argued, pulling back to stare into his eyes, and his expression made me recount my words. “He is not that bad, just wary of most.”