All Chapters of Reborn A Heartless Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Raven“Congratulations, dear friend! You’re getting married today!”Lila’s shrill voice pierced the fog of my deep sleep, jolting me awake. I blinked, disoriented, staring up at the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. Wait… my bedroom?“Lila?” I croaked, my throat dry and voice groggy. I sat up, the blankets slipping from my body. I blinked rapidly, my heart racing as I tried to gather my bearings. My mind struggled to connect the dots. The last thing I remembered was lying on the cold pavement, blood seeping from my body, my vision fading as the life was drained from me.Yet here I was, alive, in my bedroom, Lila standing at the foot of my bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat.“Of course, Lila,” I murmured, rubbing my temples. But then it hit me—this isn’t right. My pulse quickened, panic swelling inside me. I died. I was hit by a car. I was bleeding…I looked around wildly, expecting to see some sign of a nightmare or hallucination. But no, everything seemed normal, exactly as it was befo

Raven The next morning arrived with a whirlwind of nerves and tension. I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in my wedding gown, the fabric too tight, too suffocating for what I had planned. The silk flowed around me, delicate lace crawling up my arms like the chains of a life I’d left behind. Or should have left behind. But here I was, standing at the altar with Emerson again, going through the motions as if the betrayal hadn’t happened, as if I wasn’t already plotting his downfall.The ceremony was a blur, words spoken but not truly heard. I kept my face neutral, my gaze fixed on the officiant, not daring to meet Emerson’s eyes. When it came time for the kiss, I hesitated, my heart beating faster than I wanted it to. The officiant looked at me expectantly, as did the guests, waiting for the traditional seal to our vows.But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to let him kiss me. The thought of his lips on mine after everything made my stomach churn. I turned my face at the

EmersonAs soon as Raven disappeared up the stairs, the silence between me and Clark became suffocating. For a long moment, neither of us said a word. We just stood there, facing each other in the dim light of the kitchen, exchanging silent glares. The tension in the air was so thick I could practically taste it. My fists clenched at my sides, and I felt a wave of possessive anger rise in my chest.Clark, of course, broke the silence first, his voice a low drawl. “Why are you staring at me like that, Emerson?” His eyes gleamed with a smugness that made my skin crawl.I folded my arms across my chest, trying to keep my temper in check. “Because I know whatever your reason is for staying here, it’s not a good one,” I said evenly. My voice was calm, but inside I was boiling. “And now that Raven is my wife, I’m not going to tolerate you making any kind of sexual advances toward her.”Clark’s lips curved into a sly smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Relax, cousin,” he said, his tone moc

EmersonThe morning light filtered through the thin curtains of Raven’s room, casting a soft glow over her sleeping form. I stood in the doorway, watching her for a moment, a cup of coffee in one hand. She looked peaceful, but something about her demeanor had been unsettling me since the wedding. Her sudden distance, her refusal to even kiss me in front of the guests—it gnawed at me. I figured a little gesture of affection might break the ice.I moved toward her, placing the coffee on the nightstand. “Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered as I leaned down to brush my lips against her cheek in what I hoped was a tender, disarming kiss.But the moment my lips touched her skin, her eyes flew open, and a look of pure fury crossed her face. She shot up from the bed so fast it startled me, the warm morning feeling in the room replaced by a sharp chill.“Emerson,” she spat, her voice low and dangerous, “don’t ever come into my room without my permission again.”I blinked, taken aback. “Raven

EmersonI woke up later than usual, my body heavy from the restless night I had endured. My mind had been racing, replaying Raven’s coldness, Clark’s smugness, and the weight of my own lies. The guilt of everything gnawed at me, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from spiraling further down this pit I had dug. By the time I dragged myself out of bed and made my way downstairs, the smell of breakfast filled the house, but something else hung in the air—tension. Thick, suffocating tension.As I stepped into the dining room, I found Clark, Raven, and Lila already seated. Raven sat at one end of the table, her posture stiff, her gaze fixed on her plate. Clark leaned back in his chair, casually taking in the room, as if he wasn’t the cause of half my problems. And Lila… Lila was doing her best to appear unaffected, but I could see the worry in her eyes, the tightness around her mouth.“Morning,” I muttered, sliding into my seat at the head of the table.Clark raised an eyebrow, his smirk a