Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

Still, they are unaware of the true reason why the group is here. The golden sunlight, filtered through the emerald canopy, cast an ethereal glow upon all of us. These were the legendary Elders of the Moon. The very creatures I have only heard from the tales of my mother… and one of them happened to be my father. My mind remained spun, caught in a storm of emotions. Until a voice, both warm and gentle, cut through the silence no one dared to break.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

I lift my chin toward the sky. “The moon chose him. Not ambition. Not politics. Not royal decree.” My voice sharpens. “The moon does not make mistakes.” The air shifts. The clouds above begin to move—slow at first, then with purpose. Liam inhales sharply beside me. I feel it too. The moon is listening. The ground trembles as silver light spills into the arena, brighter than it has any right to be in full daylight. The runes blaze, symbols lifting from stone and hovering in the air like living things.

He wanted to be the one to quench my thirst. The sun had all but dipped below the horizon, shadows spilling across the lake like silk. Just as he put the last of the food away, Percival pointed past me. “Look.” I turned, curious, just as he rose from his chair and stepped behind me, drawing me into his arms. His warmth pressed into my back as his chin settled on my shoulder. “The blood moon,” he whispered, his breath feathering across my ear. Goosebumps followed in its wake. Crimson and gold bathed the night sky, casting shimmering ripples across the lake. The moon was high, proud and full, tinged in red—a rare, sacred sight.

The banner still burned above the atrium ceiling. Moore / Calder Bright. Unyielding. A symbol Briarcrest believed it had forged. Nyx looked back at Alaric. “Here’s the real question,” she said. “What question?” Her smile sharpened slightly. “When we break…” Thunder rumbled faintly beyond the academy walls. “what else breaks with us?”

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

The sacred glade had not been used in living memory. Hidden deep within Silvercrest territory, accessible only to those the Moon Goddess herself deemed worthy—or worthy of judgment—it lay silent beneath a sky thick with stars. Luna had never seen it before. Neither had most of the pack. But tonight, the ancient stones would witness history.

She can’t bleed out on the floor of his room like an unwanted thing. Her legs barely support her as she stumbles toward the door. Her vision swims. Her heart feels like it’s being crushed inside her chest. The sounds of music float up from downstairs — laughter, clinking glasses, soft murmurs of alliances being formed under the watchful eyes of the full moon. The Moon Gala. Every year, under the brightest full moon, the Gala brings together packs from across the lands. Grand feasts, formal dances, secret negotiations... smiles masking rivalries, alliances sealed with toasts.

Enara removed her necklace while Enos removed his bracelet and dropped them together on the white-filled circle of the moon water. A white beam of light emerged from the reflected moon circle shooting white light straight into a line upwards towards the full moon in the sky. The water soon rose out of the lake building a cylindrical narrow channel of wall water tunnel ahead. A door was formed made of water and moon earth overlapping each other and a golden knob formed from mixed gold and opal. Enos opened the door.