All Chapters of His Fanged Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma.I hadn’t slept. Not even a moment. All night, I lay in my bed, staring up into the darkness, my mind tangled with worry and dread. The few times I’d closed my eyes, images of Alec—my brother, the only family I had left—flashed before me, and then Kael’s cold gaze. Tears had come in waves, and by morning, my eyes were swollen, my throat raw, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a merciless hand.As dawn broke, I wiped my cheeks, trying to find some strength somewhere within me. But it was no use. I was terrified, heartbroken, and utterly helpless. Kael was about to lead an attack on the vampire town, and with every fiber of my being, I knew Alec had nothing to do with the attacks on the Crescent Pack. Yet, Kael wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t believe me. The thought of what he planned to do, and of Alec caught in the middle, made me feel like I was walking through a nightmare I couldn’t escape.As I approached Kael. He was surrounded by his men, discussing strategies, his

Emma.Maybe it was hours. Or perhaps a few days, I didn't know. I sat in the dark cell, staring at the beam of sunlight that streamed in through the high windows. Soon, I heard footsteps at the entrance. Selene looked at me as she threw open the cell gate. Her lips twisted into a smirk. “Get up.”I stumbled to my feet, struggling to meet her gaze. “Selene, I didn’t do it.”She didn’t even flinch, her voice as cold as her stare. “Save it. Kael doesn’t trust you. None of us do.” She threw a bundle of clothes onto the floor at my feet. “Put these on. You’re coming with us.”I looked down, afraid to protest. “I don’t want any part in this. I don’t want to fight, I don’t want—”“You don’t have a choice,” Selene cut me off, eyes narrowing. She turned to the guards behind her. “Bring her out. Don’t let her out of your sight, not for a second.”Once I was dressed, they escorted me out. Outside, Kael waited by a sleek black vehicle, flanked by half a dozen guards. He looked up as I approached

Emma.I had no say. That was simply the way my life at the Crescent pack was. King Drag had declared that I had to participate in the Blood Moon Ritual. “You're unmated. That tattoo says nothing. You still smell like a ripe woman for any wolf. We will have to make sure this isn't some twisted joke by the moon goddess," he'd said. I was speechless. Kael ought to be my mate, my alpha. He shouldn't allow anyone else to as much as smell me. But here I was, agreeing to participate in a ritual to find a lover for the next mating season. “You may not be a werewolf yet. But a bite from your mate will change that," he stated, smirking at me. “But the alpha is—" I tried to argue. Drag scoffed, “My son, the alpha isn't ready to mate with you. We have a law, no unmated werewolf shall remain so by the coming season. We need warriors and we need more men. That means giving birth and being mated." I swallowed, looking down. Kael didn't say a word, he remained calm, cutting into his chicken.

Emma.We were back in my room after the meeting with the elders. Aragon was awake. I was out of trouble. At least for the time being. "How did you know about the antidote, Emma?" Kael's voice was very soft as he sat on the edge of my bed, his gaze piercing. I shifted, my mouth suddenly dry. "A servant gave it to me," I stammered. "I told you, she just handed it to me."Kael's jaw tightened, and he looked at me as though studying every inch of my face. "Do you expect me to believe that? That a servant would just hand over something like that?""It’s the truth, Kael. Why don’t you believe me?"He let out a slow breath. "I don't think you're lying, Emma. I know you couldn't have just found those ingredients. There's no way you’d have access to what it took to make that antidote."Relief washed over me. "Then you believe me?" Kael’s expression softened slightly. "Emma, I’m not the one who needs convincing. They think you're lying to protect yourself."I shook my head. "But it’s the tru

Emma.I sat in the dark room, my knees pulled to my chest, face buried in my hands. The room was silent and the air was filled with the stale scent of untouched food and loneliness. I hadn’t eaten, hadn’t even sipped water in two days. It was as if every ounce of strength had drained out of me, leaving me hollow and numb. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn't bother wiping them away.Cassidy was there, hovering just by my bed. She’d brought linens and fresh clothes, even food. But each time she dropped the food, I grew nauseous and went to retch. Right there on the bedside table was cold coffee, stiff bread, and chicken soup that had lost its warmth. I hadn’t touched any of it.“Luna, you can’t keep doing this. Please.” Cassidy's voice was soft, pleading, but I didn’t look up.“Don’t you dare call me that,” I spat, the words coming out hard before I could stop myself. “Do you even know who your Luna is?” I looked up, watching her flinch as she swallowed back any retort.“I’m sor