All Chapters of Moonlit Betrayal: Lone Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ArianaThe forest was a tapestry of shadows and moonlight as I stood before him, my heart caught in a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me. The past and the present collided, a clash of memories and realities that left me momentarily disoriented.His words hung in the air, a declaration that sent shockwaves through my senses. "Our daughter," he had said, a truth that defied reason and comprehension. I felt a mixture of anger and frustration rise within me, a surge of emotion that threatened to override my thoughts. "Don't be ridiculous," I retorted, my voice laced with skepticism. "You're overthinking things. She's not yours."He seemed unfazed by my words, a determined glint in his eyes. "I know what I feel, Ariana," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. "My wolf can sense it, can sense the connection between us."I scoffed, a bitter edge to my laughter. "Your wolf? Please. You can't just claim something without evidence."His arms closed around me in a sudden

LucasReturning to the Blood Moon Clan after the encounter with Ariana and the old witch was both a relief and a frustration. The familiarity of the clan's territory embraced me, yet the invisible chains that bound my heart were a constant reminder of the woman I had sought to reconnect with—the woman who had captured my heart and then slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.The impatient growls of my wolf echoed within me, a constant reminder of his yearning to break free, to unleash his primal form and reclaim the mate and pup that had been taken from us. His restlessness gnawed at my conscience, his complaints a sharp reminder of the consequences of my hesitation."You should have let me transform," his voice resonated within my mind, a mix of irritation and reproach. "We could have prevented this."I gritted my teeth, frustration and regret coursing through me. His words were like salt in the wound—an unrelenting reminder of my perceived failures, my inability to protect

ArianaThe night hung heavy with an air of mystery, the moon's silvery glow casting an ethereal light upon the Witch Tribe's sanctuary. Crickets chirped in the distance, their melody intertwining with the rustle of leaves, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. I held Elara close, her warmth against my chest a comforting reminder of the bond we shared.As we nestled by the flickering flames of our campfire, a rustling in the underbrush drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat, my senses tingling with a mix of curiosity and caution. And then, emerging from the shadows, was a figure I had never expected to see again—Alpha Lucas, flanked by Beta from the Blood Moon Tribe.My breath caught in my throat as surprise washed over me, Elara's head lifting from my embrace to peer curiously at the unexpected visitors. His disheveled appearance struck a chord of concern within me, a flicker of empathy for the turmoil that had brought him to this moment. I couldn't deny the impact

ArianaAs I stood before him, my heart raced in disbelief, absorbing every word that escaped his lips. The revelation that he had divorced my sister five years ago left me stunned, my mind reeling with the implications of his actions. It was a blow that I couldn't even begin to fathom, a choice that had sent shockwaves through both our clans and set the stage for the deteriorating relationship between the Blood Moon Clan and the Silver Moon Clan.My sister, Seraphina, had always been the favored one, bathed in the glow of my father's approval and expectations. Even though I had been accustomed to my role as the overlooked omega, I couldn't help but imagine the impact of her downfall on her once-privileged existence. I had been witness to her tsundere demeanor, her haughty pride, and her condescending attitude, and the thought of her world crumbling beneath her feet was a revelation that struck me deeply.The implications of his choice weighed heavily on me, the realization that he had

LucasToday is my 10th day in the witch tribe. After getting along these days, the witch is much friendlier than I imagined.The bonfire's warm embrace cast a flickering dance of light and shadow across the faces of the gathered witches. Laughter and music filled the air as the night progressed, weaving a tapestry of joy and celebration. Among the revelers, my gaze was unerringly drawn to Ariana.Ariana indulged in the spirits of the occasion, her laughter ringing through the air like tinkling bells. I watched her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as she embraced the merriment.I'm so happy when I realize she's been doing well these past few years.Soon, the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, and Ariana leaned against my shoulder, her breathing steady and content. Her eyelids drooped, and the world around her seemed to blur into a hazy dream. I couldn't help but look at her face, her features illuminated by the bonfire's glow