All Chapters of The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Raven’s voice had that same smooth, confident tone it always had, when she showed up at Lycia’s door that night. The moonlight outlined her figure, making her look as sharp and as imposing as ever. “Still living in this dump I see?" she sneered, her lips twisting into that smug, self-satisfied grin that made Lycia’s blood boil every time she saw it.Lycia’s breath caught in her throat, and her chest tightened as a wave of resentment started to build up inside of her. It was like a sharp, jagged pain, and it felt impossible for her to ignore. The anger and frustration that had built up, lingered just beneath the surface, threatening to break free. There she was, Raven. The woman who had once held her heart with such tender ease, only to crush it as if it had never mattered. Raven had always been like that; elegant, untouchable, and effortlessly in control, as if she moved in a world above Lycia’s understanding. Lycia had spent years trying to claw her way out of Raven’s dark and shado

The room was dimly lit, with a single candle flickering on a nearby table, its unsteady glow created dancing shadows on the rough stone walls. Morrigana stood by the tall, arched window, her arms folded tightly across her chest, as if she was trying to contain the storm of emotions brewing inside of her. The moonlight filtered through the glass window, softly illuminating her sharp features, making her expression seem even colder.Outside, the pack’s territory stretched out before her, quiet and still, but it was a false sense of peace. The day had been full of chaos, and though everything now seemed calm, she knew it wouldn’t last. Something about that calm felt wrong, like the silence before a storm.Her fingers were tapping steadily against her arm, the sound soft but constant, a reflection of the storm that was raging in her mind. Thoughts twisted and turned, spiraling endlessly like a wheel she couldn’t stop. She hated this particular feeling, like this growing unease that clung

"My security had been compromised," Cove announced, his voice deep and edged with fury. "Thieves had entered into my territory, past my guards, past our defenses, and yet, not a single guard had noticed the intrusion. His words were like a blade, cutting through the tense air. Some of the warriors flinched. Others tightened their jaws, their muscles tightening as they felt a never before experienced force of their Alpha’s anger. Their instincts screamed submission, but even that might not be enough to quell the storm brewing in his eyes. Cove took a slow step forward, his boots pressing into the dirt with a quiet, deliberate force. The movement sent a ripple of tension through the group. "How!" he demanded, his voice a dangerous growl. "How did two girls, two filthy street thieves slip past all of you?" Silence; heavy and unforgiving. The warriors stood frozen, their glowing eyes darting toward one another, searching for an answer; praying someone else would be the first to speak.

Lycia found herself slung over Cove’s warrior’s back, her wrists tied behind her. The proud defiance she once had was reduced to trembling limbs and labored breaths. A fresh cut on her cheek bled down her jaw, staining her skin as it slowly dripped down towards her chin; a wound she got from the sharp nail of the warrior who had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.The heavy doors to the throne room swung open with a deafening crash. The warrior stepped forward and dropped Lycia onto the cold stone floor. She hit the ground with a thud, the impact jarring through her bones. But even then, she didn’t look away from Cove, even as they forced her to her knees before him.Cove leaned forward, resting his elbow on the armrest of his throne, he stared into the room. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and deliberate.“You’ve tested my patience long enough.”Lycia swallowed hard, but she didn’t speak. Her silence only fueled the storm brewing in his eyes.With an almost la

The forest was very quiet except for the soft sounds made by the leaves and the distant sounds of the night. Derek’s warriors moved carefully, their steps slow and heavy. Some carried fresh wounds, while others pressed hands against deep cuts that would take time to heal. Their bodies would recover, but their pride was another matter; the wound was just too deep.Near a small fire, Derek settled and sat with his warriors. His fur marked with streaks of blood; some his, some not. His dark red eyes reflected the bright light as he stared into the flames, deep in thought.Ronan, his second in command, stepped forward. His silver fur bore signs of many battles, but tonight, there was something else in his gaze, concern, maybe even doubt.“That human,” Ronan said quietly. “Why did Cove protect her?”Derek’s hands on his jaw. He had been asking himself the same question. Cove had fought with everything he had, not just to win, not just for his land, but for her. It wasn’t just instinct. It