All Chapters of DARK OBSESSION FOR THE REJECTED LUNA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

-NIA’S POV- “Come on, Nia. Get in the water.” Brooke encouraged as she came out of the Grecian pool with beads of water trickling down her curvaceous figure. Her perfectly toned and tanned 5’6 body was on full display in an olive bikini. We were in the backyard of my Mom’s Dutch colonial house having girl’s time. Her amber eyes regarded me with concern as her soft, slapping feet padded across the warm, traditional tessellated tiles. “I'm not in the mood.” I groaned, lying on the white lounge chair with my sunglasses on, baking in the afternoon sun. Brooke grabbed the yellow towel from the lounge chair beside me. “Stop moping over Dalton. He'll come around.” I glanced at her as she flipped the bulk of her wet, dripping blonde hair over her left shoulder to blot out the excess water. “He disappeared for a week and won't take my calls. He could be serious about me cutting off my Dad.” I sulked with hurt and sadness rippling in my heart. My inner wolf was also depressed and longing

-NIA’S POV-“Open this damn door!” Dalton roared after banging down my apartment at eight in the night. “Nia!”Although my wolf growled at me, I decided to ignore Dalton as I lounged on my almond-linen, upholstered sleeper sofa in my small living room. I laid on my side with my head resting on my knuckles, and a light yellow corduroy cushion beside my chest while watching the latest episode of my favorite series ‘Dish the Dirt.’Being Alpha meant that he would get away with that ruckus. No one was going to call the police or ask us to be quiet because Alphas controlled the entire region. Instead, the nosy tenants will pretend to mind their business while eavesdropping.“I’m giving you one last chance, Nia!” He commanded with authority. The door handle rattled vigorously, and I heard a kick that swayed its hinges.I rolled my eyes and turned the television volume to the max. Dalton hasn’t figured out that his alpha tone won’t work on me.“I’ve had a really fucked-up day, Nia!” He boome

-NIA’S POV-All my insecurities started drumming up, and my anxiety flew through the roof. Every part of me began shaking, but I had to see it to truly believe it.Slowly, I ascended the other five steps that brought me to the closed attic door. Grunts and moans continued in a jamboree.“You've been riding this dick for ten minutes.” The man groaned. “Milk my fucking cock.”“Hmm.”My shaky hands reached for the door handle. I took in a deep breath before I turned the lever and gradually opened the door to my heartache.There he was.From a side view, Dalton sat on the couch naked, his head laid back on the backrest. He had his eyes closed as Brooke, my best friend and the Beta's sister, straddled him, grinding and rapidly bouncing her naked body on him.Slapping sounds accompanied her moans. On the floor was a bottle of Baileys and their black clothes and underwear scattered in several directions. I stumbled backwards trying to keep my footing.Although there were no chest pains in th

NIA’S POV-Crash!Bang!Whack!Thud!It wasn't my alarm that jolted me up in bed in the wee hours of the night. It was a crashing disturbance, followed by heavy footsteps thumping up the stairs and then along the hallway.What's going on?Groggily, I raked tangled, black strands from my face as I discerned that people were in my Mom’s house. It hadn't clicked for my body to be alerted. In a dreamlike state, I stared in the dark through half-cracked eyes.The disturbance stopped. Quietness reigned once more, befriending my drowsiness. My lids closed. Sleep slowly dominated me. I flopped back on the bed.It's been three days since the funeral, and I've cried so much that my body was weak and tired. Life was insignificant with my unhealed heart agonizing from the rotting mate bond, but for my Mom, I pressed on. There was nowhere for me to discard this unbidden pain, grief, and disappointment. So, I moved back into my old bedroom again, keeping close to my mourning mother. We needed each

-LYKOAN’S POV-Loneliness was a monstrous enemy with deadlock tendrils that sucked the sprightliness of one’s will to live. However, tonight was a special night. Years of pain and misery would finally come to an end. For I, the man known as the Lycan Diabolyn, was cursed.Nightfall arrives quickly when you've lived a long mateless life. Hours were an empty void, and the silent times that fell in between were horrendous.Tonight was the ashaze night that accompanied the igneo moon. Indeed, it was the dark hour of my demise’s big finale. After years of searching the earth for all the magical ingredients required for the Nasphyxia of Soul ritual, at last, I’ve done it.The glowing, full moon hung high in the dark sky above the sacred old reliquary temple grounds. The stars were so bright that their illumination brewed optimism within my soul.It had begun.The ancient chants of the Quinto Quintessa Witches graced my ears. The five voices blended harmoniously with the natural sounds of th