All Chapters of REBIRTH: CURSE OF THE BLOOD MOON: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Lucia, he's your mate.....""... Marry me, Lucia...""Stay away from him.... I'll be jealous....""Dante, Matteo is my mate. He asked me to marry him....""....Why won't you come to the ceremony....""... what are you doing?!... where are you taking me?!.... help!...""... All you have to do is just beg...""Stop, let me go! Please.... stop....""...I'll see you in hell, Matteo...""Ahhh!"Lucia opened her eyes, jolting awake as she sat up. The first thing she felt was the sharp sting in her side, the very spot where she had driven the knife.For a moment, she was confused. She wasn’t dead?Her hand flew to the wound, expecting to find the sticky warmth of blood. But there was nothing. Her fingers brushed over smooth, unbroken skin. She bolted upright, her breath catching in her throat. How was this possible?Why wasn’t she dead? What happened?Her heart pounded as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She remembered the blade, the pain, the darkness closing in... Clearly, s

Dante stared at the figure sprawled on the forest floor, his sharp amber eyes studying them calmly.Before this person had fainted, they'd called his name. Did they recognize him or was it just a coincidence?He tried to look at them to see if he recognised this person. But with the amount of dirt staining their face, he couldn't really see any features. And, his question couldn't be answered now since they were unconscious.He glanced at Fenrir, his oversized wolf-dog who was now sitting at his side, curiously staring at the person on the floor, with no sense of guilt after making them unconscious.Dante sighed, scratching behind his ears. "Scaring people wasn't part of the job, bud."The dog let out a small while, his massive tail thumping against the floor.His gaze drifted back to the unconscious person. Their scent was weak, almost human, but not quite. A werewolf. He was sure of it, but the fragility of their wolf was quite surprising. Even half wolves didn't have such a faint

CHAPTER 006Lucia shut up her coat tighter around her shoulders as the wind bit at her cheeks. There she was, staring at the busting square edge, a building that seemed imposing as if it got erected here. This was not what she had anticipated from Nero Orsini. It was not exactly a city of neon signs. There were no obvious signs of mafia doings. It was instead a simple, well-guarded warehouse, its tall gates shading the men who stood by, hands on their weapons.Lucia took a deep breath. This was it. There was no turning back now. Her hands trembled a little, but she jammed them deep into her pockets, wrapping large fingers half about the small dagger kept hidden. This precaution was taken just in case.Her boots crunching with the gravel, she went up to the gate. The guards noticed her, and one nudged the other. Men turned to her, their expressions unreadable.The random man grumbled, 'Who are you?'She hadn’t said it, had it? Her heart pounded in her chest, afraid she might have made

CHAPTER 008Sophia paced back and forth in the dim room, her heels creating an unhappy snick on the polished floor. Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides, and every now and then she glanced toward the door as if she could allow Lucia to appear. It was hard having so much jealousy burning inside of her. It was all becoming too much.Lucia was everywhere. She had wormed her way into the Roselli family, into Matteo’s life, and now she was beginning to worm her way past all of Sophia’s defenses. The closeness between Lucia and Matteo wasn't just what bothered her. No, it was more profound than that; it gnawed at her whenever she saw them together. Lucia was too perfect, too calm, too composed. She hated Sophia being jealous; it made her feel small, smaller, and insignificant.She had to do something. She was going to have to stop Lucia before it was too late.The plan was simple. Expose her as a fraud. She will expose herself as merely exploiting Matteo to ascend the family hie

CHAPTER 010Matteo had a sleep problem.First they were flashes, broken images. They were vivid, real now. In every dream he could see her face, the woman who filled his thoughts every waking moment. Lucia.The first dream appeared suddenly, like a whisper in the night. Now, they were memories—memories of things he couldn’t remember fully. It was as if his old life were clawing, piece by piece, back to him. Every time he awoke, he’d be sweating and panting, his heart racing.In the dim light of his room, he sat staring at the ceiling, trying to put it all together."Why can't I remember?" he muttered under his breath. Frustration built inside of him; his fingers gripped the edge of the desk.He had seen her before, in these dreams. He could feel it—the betrayal, the pain, the heartbreak. He couldn’t recall the details, but it was like his heart knew her before his mind did. The more he got into the dreams, the more he started to understand.She wasn’t just some woman from his past. Sh