The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet
Title: The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet
Genre: WEREWOLF
Trope: HIDDEN HERITAGE AND BETRAYAL
Theme: MYSTERY AND THRILLER
Setting: MYSTICAL WORLD, CRIMSON CITY, MID 20TH CENTURY
Blurb:
Her legs had barely stretched as she stood when the hairs on her neck stood on end. An instinctive sense of awareness creeping through her. It wasn’t the usual eerie silence of the room, it was something more. A presence loomed behind her, dark and predatory.
“Thought you could steal from me?”….
Lycia, a thief who never knew she was anything more than human, was sent to steal a magical artifact from a mansion. She was captured by Cove, a cold-hearted Lycan alpha. She had to take up the quest to receive a pay to afford the medication of her guardian, Jack. She’s thrown into a dark world of secrets, where she learns she’s far from ordinary. Hidden powers stir within her, and the truth behind her parents' death comes crashing down. Trapped between revenge, betrayal, and a destiny she never asked for, Lycia must face her fears, fight for survival, and scream out for the power that calls to her.
What dark secrets about her past will Lycia uncover as she delves deeper into the world of Lycans?
Can she trust the ruthless alpha who captured her, or is he hiding his own deadly agenda?
What will happen when her brother, the merciless werewolf hunter, learns of her true identity?
Will Lycia embrace her hidden powers in time to stop the war brewing in the shadows or will her enemies destroy her before she can reclaim her destiny as the true Luna?
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Chapter: Chapter 48: When the Night Speaks "About time," she drawled, crossing her arms. Oric walked in with a smug grin, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. “Had something to take care of,” he said with a shrug, as if that explanation should satisfy her. Morrigana raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, what’s this? Did you stop to pick flowers along the way?" Oric smirked, his usual confidence evident. "Spying requires a little finesse, Morrigana, not impatience," he said, his hands still tucked in his pockets. "But I suppose that's a concept only a sentinel could understand." He tilted his head, his face gleaming with mischievous content. Morrigana rolled her eyes. "Spare me the wisdom, Oric. Just tell me what you found before I die of curiosity." He studied her for a moment, as if debating whether to make her wait just to be annoying. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he relented. "She walks alone every now and then slipping away before dawn. This time she went deeper into the woods than usu
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-04-05
Chapter: Chapter 47: Lost in Doyle "The Silver stone Pack arrives in a few days," Alpha Cove said, his voice firm as he unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. "Alpha Damien is the Alpha of the Silver stone Pack and the Alpha is a strategic player. This isn’t just a simple meeting. This could shift the balance in our favor securing him as an ally standing with us against our enemies; if we handle it corre..." He paused, turning to look at Lucas, who was standing at the table, hands resting on its edge but with his mind clearly elsewhere. "Lucas! We need to be sharp," Cove continued, his tone unwavering. "We can’t afford any mistakes. I need you to coordinate the preparations. Make sure everything is in order before they arrive." Lucas nodded absently, not fully processing the words. His mind kept drifting back to Doyle and the lingering scent he had caught earlier, that faint trace of someone else. The nagging feeling refused to leave him. It clawed at the back of his thoughts, demanding attent
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-04-04
Chapter: Chapter 46: Deception & Desire- Doyle’s Dangerous Game "You’re shaking," Cassian murmured, his fingers pressing possessively into Doyle’s thigh. Doyle let out a low, breathless chuckle. "You wear me out, you bastard." Cassian smirked, dragging his lips lower, down Doyle’s throat, his collarbone, over the sensitive spots still buzzing from their last round. Doyle arched into him, a whimper slipping free before Cassian pinned him down again. Cassian gripped him tighter, holding him down. "If Lucas catches us…" Doyle laughed, a dark, wicked sound, even as his breath hitched from the aftershocks of their encounter. "Relax." He ran his fingers through Cassian’s damp hair, tugging him into another deep, messy kiss. Cassian groaned into it, biting down on Doyle’s bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth. Doyle shuddered, moaning, but Cassian suddenly pulled away, eyes dark. "You’re playing a dangerous game," he whispered, his hand trailing up behind Doyle’s thigh, spanking his ass just enough to make him gasp again. Doyle licke
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 45 – Soft Hands, Hard HeartsLycia walked toward the trees behind the open field, intending to take her usual path to the hidden glade where she practiced her powers. The air was calm, the sky a soft shade of blue. But a prickle of unease ran down her spine. She felt eyes on her. Unseen but heavy, like a shadow clinging to her every step. Instead of following her usual route, she turned toward the town, blending into the winding streets, letting the hum of daily life swallow her presence. Perhaps it was paranoia. Or perhaps it was instinct. Then laughter. Light and full of joy, carried by the wind like a song. It made her stop. Something about it felt familiar, like a memory she couldn’t quite reach. Slowly, she turned, her steps drawn toward the sound, toward the warmth of something she didn’t know she had been looking for. The sounds were made by Cubs The cubs rolled and tumbled, their tiny claws kicking up dust. Between playful growls and nips, they muttered in hushed, excited tones. “You’re too slow!”
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-04-02
Chapter: Chapter 44: A Visit and a Scheme His body was failing him, but his mind remained sharp; too sharp for the kind of visitors who were about to darkened his doorstep. Then came the knock. Firm. Confident. Jack wondered who it was before they had opened the door and stepped in. Raven stood there with that damn smirk, leaning against the frame like she belonged there. And beside her, a man Jack had only heard about in whispers; Conan. Cold eyes. A predator’s stance. A presence that felt like death itself had stepped into his home. Jack’s grip tightened on the wooden cane in his hand. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here.” Raven’s smirk widened, but spoke, her voice dripping with mocking innocence. “Just thought we’d drop by since we were in the neighborhood.” Jack let out a dry, mocking chuckle. “Oh, please. You know you don’t have to lie to an old man. What do you want?” Raven stepped a bit closer without consent, her gaze sweeping the room. “Then let’s have a chat, shall we.” “I don’t ch
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-04-01
Chapter: Chapter 43: The Fire Beneath Morrigana’s breath caught, the words cutting deeper than she’d expected. But she wouldn’t let him see the wound. Instead, she straightened, her nails biting into her skin. “She’s manipulating you,” she hissed. “She’s making you weak.” Cove exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this conversation exhausted him. “She isn’t making me anything, Morrigana.” Morrigana took another step, voice dropping into something darker, something sharp enough to draw blood. “She is nothing, Cove. A thief. A liar. She doesn’t belong here. And the longer you let her stay, the more she will rot everything from the inside out.” Cove’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. So Morrigana pushed further. “You think she won’t betray you?” Her voice turned cruel, slicing like a blade. “She already has. She came here to steal from you. She shoved your hand away in front of everyone. She will turn on you the moment it suits her. And when she does, you’ll regret ever looking at her like she
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-03-31
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