All Chapters of My Dethroned Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I could faintly hear footsteps and people talking around me, their voices echoing through my muddled mind. I was trying as much as I could not to fall completely unconscious, even though I felt utterly helpless.My dress was taken off, and I was being positioned properly. With a sense of desperation consuming me, I prayed in silence,"Dear moon goddess, please help me, save me."A few minutes later, darkness took over, and I passed out.I felt dizzy when I woke up. Gradually, I recognized that I was in a big room with a huge window and a blossom on the edge of the bed where I lay. This is not what the hotel room I paid for looked like.“my goodness, where is this?” I whispered, panic rising. I noticed I was fully naked.“My goodness, was I assaulted last night?” I muttered, tears already falling from my eyes. I didn’t even know what they had done to me.I looked at the other end of the room and saw tripods and cameras. “What? I was recorded!” I shouted, my voice trembling with shock a

The message haunted me. The words echoed in my mind: "Our hero saved you from my men, but the next one you’re not going to escape it, I assure you, you won’t be saved by anyone."Who could have done this to me? And who was the hero that saved me? These questions were continually running in my mind and distracting me from my work. I stayed at work at my desk and the usual productivity and noise of the office surrounded me, while inside, I was alone in my worry and despair. Tightly biting my lip, I tried to read the message again, but the light of the computer made me blink.I have actually shared the screenshot with Rita but that was of no consolation as the feeling of the inner worm gnawing at my guts would not go away. My thoughts went through the list of possible culprits. Maybe it was someone from the industry, who saw me do well and they had jealousy in their heart. For years, I had created some influential rivals who did not like my position in the fashion industry.I had been v

Moonlight Pack Hannah's POV "Don't touch me, and go wash those dirty hands." I heard my son, Jasper, yelling at Dina, one of the pack maids who was trying to help him with his breakfast. "You don't speak like that to your elders, Son," Landen said, trying to caution him. "Oh, please, Father, she's just my maid." Jasper's response made me laugh out loud from where I stood. I had taught him well. Jasper must always know he is superior to everyone in this pack, except for me and Landen. "What do you mean, Son? Do you realize the maids and guards are also people like us?" Landen tried again, his tone firm but weary. "They were only born into the wrong families," Landen said, looking down at his three-year-old son while he worked on his breakfast. "Yes, we were born to rule; they were born to serve us and bow to us, Father," he responded, putting a little cake in his mouth elegantly, just as he had been taught. "You..." "That's correct, my darling. They were born to s

Hannah's POVWith all of Annabeth's stuff packed up into boxes and ready to be carried off and stashed somewhere out of sight, I stood in the now-cleared room. The brief sense of fulfillment I had was swiftly succeeded by the empty sting of realizing that Landen's heart remained bound to the past in spite of my best attempts.In an attempt to center myself, I inhaled deeply. The sun was nearly sinking, creating lengthy shadows on the floor as it streamed through the windows. It was almost nightfall.The maids had just completed cleaning, and their tense looks at me reminded me of the stress that had been in the home ever since Landen lost his cool.The door to the room opened as I was ready to go, and Landen stepped in. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of determination and something else I couldn't quite place. I straightened, preparing myself for another confrontation."Hannah," he said, his voice surprisingly calm. "We need to talk."I crossed my arms, my eyes narrowing slig

Landen's POVI left Hannah and Jasper in the ward and sprinted through the corridors of the hospital, my mind filled with fear and confusion. How could my son Jasper have been exposed to the poison called wolfbane? It was a dangerous substance, endangering our home. I needed answers, and quickly too.As I turned a corner, almost ran into a small boy who had been playing with a ball along the hallway. He appeared to be about six or seven years old with black hair and keen, questioning eyes. Wearing the uniform that distinguished his school life he must just have come from school.“Hey there! Be careful,” I said suddenly stopping.“I am sorry sir”, said the boy peering up at me sheepishly. “I didn’t see you.”“It is not your fault,” I answered with a smile twitching at my lips’ corners. “Where are your parents?”“My Daddy is one of the doctors here.” The boy spoke proudly of himself.“My mum will soon arrive to pick me up.”"Your Daddy's a doctor?" I repeated, my curiosity piqued. "What