All Chapters of The Revengeful Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The legend says that if a gray werewolf’s fur turns blood red, that wolf is filled with rage and vengeance. There is no light in its heart, and it will continue its despair and loneliness for the rest of its life.~~~~~ The storm that night was so strong, yet it was not enough to wash away the blood on the ground. Despite the continuous falling of the rain, the moon shone brightly above. But it was not displaying its usual calming illumination — it was bleeding red. The faint screaming of death was heard all around the northern castle. Children could be heard crying and adults fighting for their lives. In one of the castle hallways, the northern alpha could be seen running while carrying a lady in his arms. Several older and younger werewolves were also following him. “Bring the lady to safety,” he told one of his subordinate wolves. “I will return to the field to eliminate the enemies.”

Esmere POV “His mate?” Ophelia blurted out in bewilderment. As expected, everyone was shocked upon hearing Aamon’s sudden revelation. His mate. His fated mate. Yes, everyone was astonished to hear such news, but no one could protest since Aamon’s words were the rules. “Stop talking about it in front of madam,” Cecilia warned Ophelia. We were in my room at that time. Upon arriving, Aamon told us that he and his mate were too tired and had to rest for the day; that’s why we were compelled to cancel the welcoming celebration and return to our regular activities. “But isn’t it ridiculous?” Ophelia continued despite Cecilia’s warning. “After being married to our madam for five years, he suddenly found his mate, and of all species, a human mate?” On the other hand, I was quiet the whole time — trying to process the situation. A

Esmere POV That night, I was soundly sleeping in my room when suddenly I was awakened by a loud banging on the door. I immediately stood up from the bed when I saw someone had forcefully opened it. That presence. I couldn’t be wrong. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw Aamon emerge from the door and tell me, “I need to talk to you, Esmere.” He told me that in such an angry voice. I looked at him in confusion as I muttered, “What is it you want to talk about this late at night?” Aamon gazed at me in an expression that I couldn’t even read. “I didn’t expect you to do something like that.” I remained to look at him, not knowing what he was talking about. And my whole body froze the moment Aamon raised his voice. “Why did you have to scare Elisa like that?” It was the first time he raised his voice toward me, whi

Esmere POV Elisa emerged from where Aamon came from — from the top of the stairs. She wore a long white dress that flowed with her every move while she carefully went down the stairs. Every eye on that place was set on her, watching her as if she was the moon goddess descending from heaven. And Aamon… Aamon could not hide even an inch of delight on his face — I knew he was so proud of her. My heart painfully throbbed upon seeing that scene. Aamon used to give me that kind of glance, but at that time, I was just another werewolf standing there. “Her name is Elisa,” Aamon introduced her when they reached each other. “But, Master…” One northern werewolf suddenly talked. “I get you found your mate, but as we already know, we have a Luna now. We already have a northern queen.” And then, all the northern werewolves there suddenl

Esmere POV “Hey, bastards. Tell me how you want to die,” someone’s voice uttered when I was about to be captured by the three attackers. All of us turned our gaze to the direction where the voice came from and saw a silhouette casually walking towards us. The moon shone on the figure, and I realized it was a man wearing a white long-sleeved and a pair of black pants. And I was quite taken aback at seeing his features. He has black hair with gray eyes — just like Aamon’s. “Who are you, punk?” One of the attackers aggressively asked him. The man smiled as if he was not caught in a bad situation. He was chilling while one of his hands was casually in his pocket. “No need for introduction; you are going to die, anyway,” he replied. “What can a pretty boy like you do to us?” the attacker said, mocking the mysterious man. Suddenly, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the