All Chapters of Enslaving The Moon Goddess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The bride’s dressing room was a paradox of beauty and menace. Soft golden light spilled from a crystal chandelier above, casting warm halos onto the walls painted in a muted cream tone. Ornate mirrors stood before the bride and her makeup artist. A bouquet of white roses sat in a porcelain vase, their delicate fragrance nearly masking the faint metallic tang of anxiety that hung in the air. Yet, despite the serene charm of the room, a chilling tension undercut its elegance. The bride's eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the room with a clinical detachment, her crimson-painted lips curving into a smile too perfect, too controlled with the room echoing her energy. Every gesture of hers was memorized, calm, and unnervingly charged, as if it, too, was complicit in whatever thoughts she concealed beneath her flawless exterior. This was no nervous bride preparing for her big day—this was a woman donning her armor, readying herself for something far darker than vows. Elora smiled, her to

( Still three weeks ago ~ On Earth) " Should I just die? Kill myself? Or Run far away where no one could ever find me?" Scarlett sighed as she asked herself while staring out of the window of her room, which is now a reflection of her feelings and mood. Her face dropped gloomily, her empty eyes watching everyone in a high mood as always, laughing and playing around, smiling and giggling like the whole world evolves around them while she's stuck in the shell of loneliness and scars. Her fingers clasped together like in search of a hopeless companion with her nose exhaling a continuous weary sigh. The faces that smiled at each other were the same faces that bullied her countless times, called her names, and trampled on her because she was the shadow of the entire pack. " Are you thinking of committing suicide again?". The voice interrupted her thought with a startle. She looked back and chuckled at seeing her best friend standing by the doorstep with her funny, angry face o

" The rejection of course", " Who said I'm rejecting you?". Like the whole time stopped Scarlett felt her blood stop flowing too out of shock. " Eh?" her widened eyes and agape mouth let out. Damien gave her a smile that was so charming and soothing, " I'm not rejecting you as my mate, Scarlett; my purpose for calling this meeting is for us to meet and get to know each other, not to reject you". Scarlett eyes were still wide open, it felt like a dream, and she nearly forgot how to breathe. " Are you..serious? You're not..rejecting me?", " No", he chuckled, " why would I reject you, you're such a beautiful lady", "I.I. I can't offer anything", she let out in confusion. He smirked, " really? I don't think so", " I'm serious, I can't even turn into a wolf I'm all pack's shadow", " Not to me. And don't worry about not being able to transform. I'm an alpha, I'll protect you", he said and they both got lost in each other's stare. He stood up and went to sit right b

The wedding preparations buzzed with a joyful energy that filled every corner of the house. Scarlett wasn't expecting the day to be that bright, all thanks to her friend, Elora, who was moving from one corner to another, making sure everything was perfect and in order. The floral scent of freshly delivered bouquets wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen and a symphony of chaos and excitement. Dresses hung like ethereal clouds on wardrobe doors, while trays of makeup and hairpins sprawled across the countertops, ready to work their transformative magic.While getting things ready, Elora's gaze fell on the bride, seated on a high-backed chair in her ivory lace gown, which draped carefully across her lap with the stylist behind her. Elora dropped the veil in her hand and walked up to her; she smiled and bent to her level, holding her hand and whispering words of calm. Elora, dressed in a simple yet elegant bridesmaid dress, she exudes a qu