All Chapters of The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

A chill ran down her spine. They were not alone. The voice was low, smooth, and laced with a subdued menace that made Lycia’s blood run cold. Her hands were still hovering over the desk, her every instinct screaming at her to turn around, to run, to fight. But she stayed still, her breath shallow, her mind racing. This wasn’t part of the plan. But then again, plans in Crimson City rarely survived the night.Before she could react, a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pinning her against the wall. She barely had a chance to scream, before air was knocked out of her lungs, and she struggled, but the grip around her wrists was unyielding and too strong. His presence was overwhelming, the heat of his body pressing against her back. Her breath came in ragged gasps as his hand slid down her arm, pulling the small dagger she had in crossbody bag from her effortlessly. His fingers lingered on her skin, a dangerous mix of possessiveness and raw power.Lycia struggled, trying to c

It was night time. The silence in the room was oppressive. Lycia laid on the edge of the bed. She tossed and turned around on her bed, her mind plagued with Cove’s words. Trying to understand what he meant when he said“For surviving”. What did he mean? Was he going to hurt her?Different thoughts ran through her mind, but none had answers to them. As the hours dragged on, sleep remained elusive. Slipping just out of reach each time her eyelids grew heavy. But when it finally came, it swept her away like a tide. It brought with it strange, and vivid dreams. Lycia stood in a forest. It was vast, bathed in eerie silvery light and the trees seemed impossibly tall, with branches reaching towards the sky as if they were grasping for the glowing moon overhead. Each leaf shimmered as though dusted with frost. The air was sharp, alive with the scent of damp earth and pine, carrying whispers she couldn’t understand but felt compelled to follow. As she walked, barefoot and unarmed, the gro

The moon hung low in the sky, its pale glow illuminating the thick dark forest. A shadow darting in between the forest trees, the figure silent as a predator; steps precise, before pausing near a hidden entrance, carved into the side of a cliff. She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, carefully scanning the dark forest to see if anyone had followed her. Every rustling leaf and distant shadow keeping her on edge.Raven’s chest heaved; she was exhausted as she pushed open the heavy wooden door; the cold damp air, inside what looked like a hideout, sending shivers down her spine. She stepped into the dimly lit hideout, her movements purposeful, despite the exhaustion that weighed on her limbs. The sounds of muffled voices echoed through the stone walls, leading her deeper into the lair. Conan was waiting for her arrival. He stood at the center of the cavern, his broad shoulders stiff with tension. His piercing eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto Raven the moment she entered, with

The only sound in her chamber now was the faint crackling of the dying fire, and the silence was oppressive. Lycia sat slowly on the bed's edge, her mind churning with many ideas. As a reminder that she had once again been made to do something she didn't want to do, the food in her stomach churned awkwardly. She detested him for manipulating her will and giving the impression that she didn't own herself, unlike him. She detested the fear that was tearing at her chest more than anything else. The door creaked open once more, but this time it wasn’t the sound of a servant or a guard coming to give her food; it was him. This time, there was no food tray or any attempt to act polite. This time, things were going to be different. He wasn’t here to play along with her rules, tiptoe around the issue, or leave her wondering what he meant. He was here to take control and make everything crystal clear. His intentions were clear in the sharpness of his movements, as he walked in to the room, wi