All Chapters of The Luna's Broken Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TW: Mentions of suicide☾☾SASKIA☽☽He has a stubble now—wiry blond hairs that feel coarse when he pushes his face into the crook of my shoulder. I try not to show displeasure at how they graze my skin. My fingers knot in the silky strands of his hair, trying not to rip them off his scalp. Ironically, he prefers when I tug hard enough while he forces his kiss on me.He thinks I'm his doll now. I walk when he says to. Talk when he says to. Smile when he says to. He thinks he has full control. I am supposed to obey him. My opinions do not matter—he's made that clear. Apparently, he's my one true love; he claims I belong to him. I've never belonged to anyone. I'm no man's property. I don't think he's realised that.He forces me to dress to his taste. But I think he simply wishes to humiliate me. I don't know where he finds the bright eyesores that always have budding patterns scattered on them. Perhaps he is trying to make me seem more cheerful than I am. It's all part of the story he's s

☾☾SASKIA☽☽My cheeks soak up heat as my anger revs like an engine being fired. "I'm not sure what you want me to say, Alpha. It's not like I can change your mind when it's set on doing anything." I murmur, annoyance sharpening my tone."You grow more insolent by the day." He remarks as if awestruck. I wish he'd be less shocked because this is the beginning of more surprises to come. I have hundreds of presents to give. They come in boxes that I've wrapped myself. "Lucky for you, I've myself an important guest to entertain. He's one good friend of mine. I've no time to teach you how to wield yer tongue better. Sit and make yourself presentable. He comes."As if on a director's cue, Absalon strolls into the room. I might have slumped in my seat from a heart attack if I wasn't only in my twenties. Seriously, of all people to show up, I don't know why he's here.Why in the world is Cillian friends with a wizard when he already has a witch at his beck and call—Rose, or whatever her name is

TW: Mentions of suicide☾☾SASKIA☽☽Absalon sighs mournfully before yielding to my request. “I’ve cast a magical illusion on us so our conversation does not impress on the mind of any eavesdropper. If they were indeed curious about the details, they’d only hear what I want them to.” His lips droop downward as he summons a frown. I tune out, in the middle of deciding his magic skill is quite valuable. I should look forward to learning it soon. Casting illusions? That has a lot of value.Absalon continues with his admonishment as if I care. “I shouldn’t be the first to point out that Cillian’s men follow you in the shadows, or am I?”“I already know that.” I snap, tired of his propensity to treat me like an infant, incapable of doing anything on my own or perfectly. It’s tiring. I know what I’m doing, and I have my plans.Cillian is going to pay for killing my husband.“Make no mistake, Absalon. I am not indebted to you. You can tell Cillian whatever you want. Though... I am convinced yo

☾☾SASKIA☽☽“The Princess of Westardum is to be my bride. Someday, I shall return to claim her.”His proclamation plays in my head like a movie clip. I haven’t forgotten a single clause from all he said. It’s only expected since it’d haunted me for days and weeks on end. The fact that his men kidnapped me and nearly made away with such effrontery had terrified me beyond words could explain.As lightly as I can put it is to say, my eighteenth birthday was a disaster. I haven’t learnt to stop grinding my molars when I consider what could have been the result if eighteen-year-old me had been given to a demon like Cillian. It’s different now that I’m older. Ten years later, I’m no longer a child. I can fight back now.I belong to no one. No creature will tie me to themselves without my approval. As long as I live, every ounce of air I’ll breathe will be as a free woman, not bound to a monster.Cillian can have my dead body. Anything else, I will keep.Ruminating on the past, I realise my f

☾☾SASKIA☽☽Aretha pockets my hand in both of hers. It’s a lovely contrast; her dark bronze skin edged against my lighter caramel. “I can assure you you’re not making a mistake, Luna. Even if you were, I would gladly follow you to the ends of the world regardless. I am on your side, Luna. I shall always be.”It must be the monthly hormones because my eyes water at her assurance. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I heard similar words of affirmation, and it’s a hearth glowing in my core, melting the icy shards that have crisscrossed and punctured invisible holes into my being. Everything hurts a little less.“Thank you, Aretha.”Her perception is far too keen, as she inquired: “Do you mind if I hug you, Luna.”“No, I don’t mind at all. Please do.” I assure her, and she worms closer and enfolds me in a cocoon made from silky strands of comfort.“Thank you for this, Aretha,” I say, still enveloped in her arms. The tears have only begun to recede. “You are too kind to me.”She sque