All Chapters of Moonlit Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Chloe’s POV)I should’ve known something was off the moment I drove into Blackthorn Ridge. The town looked like it had been plucked straight from the set of a horror movie—gray clouds permanently hovered in the sky, and the only gas station attendant I’d met so far looked like he belonged in a Stephen King novel.The road into Blackthorn Ridge felt like it was leading me to the edge of the world. The deeper I drove, the more it seemed like civilization was being swallowed by the thick woods that lined either side of the narrow two-lane road. The trees pressed in close, their branches intertwining overhead, creating a canopy that blocked out the afternoon sun.I glanced at the dashboard clock. 4:37 p.m. Not too late, but somehow the dim light made it feel like it was midnight. Maybe it was the oppressive, brooding forest that loomed on either side of the road like it was waiting to swallow me whole. Perfect. Exactly what I needed—some creepy, backwoods mystery town to launch my journa

(Chloe’s POV)By the time I finally made it to the diner, the town was almost entirely swallowed by night. The fading daylight had given way to deep shadows, and a mist was creeping in from the forest, curling around the buildings and settling into the cracks of the cobbled streets.The neon sign outside the diner flickered weakly, casting the word DINER in a pale, sickly green light. Not exactly the most inviting beacon of comfort, but my stomach didn’t care about aesthetics. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and the growl in my stomach was starting to outmatch the eerie quiet of the town.I pushed the door open, and the little bell above it chimed, though the sound was swallowed almost immediately by the thick silence inside. The place was practically empty, save for a grizzled old man nursing a coffee at the counter and a gum-popping waitress leaning against the wall, idly flipping through her phone.The diner had a retro vibe to it—faded vinyl booths, checkered tile floors, and a ju

(Chloe’s POV)Mornings in Blackthorn Ridge had a distinct mood—bleak and gray, with a side of get out while you still can. The mist hadn’t lifted when I woke up, and the oppressive quiet that had settled over the town yesterday still hung in the air, like a bad hangover that just wouldn’t quit.I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I stared at the dusty beams of light sneaking through the edges of the heavy curtains. A half-decent night’s sleep hadn’t done much to calm the buzzing in my mind. Between Lucian’s ominous warnings and the strange sense of being watched, I felt like I was slowly unraveling a mystery where the prize was... my own doom.Fun times.I glanced at my phone—no signal, as expected—and then at the clock on the nightstand. It was still early, and the town probably wasn’t exactly brimming with activity yet, but I had work to do. And I wasn’t going to find answers by hiding in this room, no matter how tempting that might be.I grabbed my notebook, jotting down a quic

(Chloe’s POV)“Well, that’s comforting,” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at Lucian’s brooding face in the dim light of the forest. “You’re not exactly helping my confidence level here, you know.”Lucian narrowed his eyes, clearly not appreciating my sarcasm. “I’m trying to keep you alive, Chloe. You might want to start taking me seriously.”“Trust me, I’ve been trying,” I shot back, lifting an eyebrow. “But every time you say something cryptic and stalk off into the shadows like Batman, it kind of makes me wonder if I’m supposed to be worried or just impressed.”He took a step closer, and I immediately felt that tension crackle between us again—like the air was charged with static, the kind that prickles along your skin. “This isn’t a joke.”“Who said I was joking?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, even though my pulse was racing. “I came here to find answers, and so far, all I’ve gotten are half-truths, spooky warnings, and the vague promise th

(Lucian’s POV)Chloe Reynolds was going to be the death of me.And not in the noble, self-sacrificing, protect-her-at-all-costs kind of way. No, it was more like I was slowly losing my sanity because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her naked. So, yeah. Definitely not noble.Resisting Chloe was becoming a full-time job—and I was failing miserably at it.She was everywhere. In my head, under my skin, turning my carefully constructed world upside down. I couldn’t escape her, not even in the dead of night when the rest of the world was quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face—those sharp, intelligent eyes full of questions she had no right asking, that maddening smirk she wore like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was a walking temptation, daring me to let her in on all the secrets I’d spent a lifetime keeping hidden.And worse, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to give in to her. To stop holding back, to let the tension that had been crackl