All Chapters of Dark Moon Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Deven           “Eat.” My mother said, sliding a plate loaded with lasagna toward me across the counter.           “Ma, you really do too much.”           “I just worry about you, Deven. I wish you would come back home, figure out what you really want to do with your life.”           “Actually, I have some news.” I grinned at her. “I came to tell you I just finished a major deal. I’m going to pay you back everything I’ve ever borrowed, Ma. Set you and Lizzy up in a real nice place.”           “Deven.” She said, narrowing her eyes at me. “Please tell me you’re not involved with drugs again. If you are, we can get you back into rehab. I really do think you should come back home.”   &

Adam   Deven’s voice, contentedly chattering away with our sister in the back seat, grated on my nerves. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel, wishing it was his neck my hands were wrapped around instead. I hadn’t wanted to bring him. It was his idiotic scheming that had directly caused our mother’s death. The girls had been adamant that he not be left alone to deal with the consequences of his actions. My mind floated back to the confrontation in our mother’s living room.           “I don’t care what he’s done.” Annabelle hissed, stomping her foot. “Mom wouldn’t want us to leave him here.”           “But if he hadn’t tried to pull his cons, she would still be alive. He invited these hunters, fucking mobsters to boot, into our lives.” I bellowed.           “Your whole plan relies

Selene             “So, what was the deal with the rogues?” I asked once Rory had lead Osiris away.            “It’s Maggie’s kids.” Lucas sighed; his eyes downcast.            “Oh, my goddess!” I gasped. “They’re alive? Where is Maggie? Is everyone alright? Where have they been all this time?”            The sadness that flowed through our bond as I rapidly fired off my questions at my mate was overwhelming. I collapsed into the empty seat across from his desk under the weight of his emotions.            “Maggie is dead.” He whispered. His voice only audible due to my wolf hearing. &

Striker            I sat in my VIP balcony overlooking the club. Bodies writhed below me, grinding together in time to the music pumping through the speakers. The strobe lighting gave off the appearance of a grotesque rave. I sipped my scotch and stole a glance at my watch. Riley was late. Riley was never late.            I found the club business distasteful, but they were vital to laundering money for the family business. If anyone else had kept me waiting, they would be done. I didn’t tolerate tardiness. I especially didn’t tolerate it when the meeting occurred in the cesspool we called a night club.            I couldn’t help feeling that I had been born to the wrong generation of Strikers. A few hundred years ago, we were revered for what we truly were, werewolf h

Rory               As soon as Selene had retrieved the bagged blood I had asked for, I made her leave the hospital. She conceded so long as I allowed Lucas to stay. The Alpha wouldn’t interfere with my work the same way she would, so I agreed. Lucas kept to the waiting room, not bothering me as I fed the starving boy blood.             “Feeling better?” I asked as he slurped down the last bag of blood.             “Much. I’m sorry about that whole thing in the waiting area. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”             “Why don’t you tell me what you have experienced.” I replied.             “I’m only half vampire, I h