All Chapters of The Promised Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Forgotten OmegaThe wind howled through the corridors of the Stormbringer Packhouse, rattling the wooden doors as if they, too, wished to escape. Ayla Stormbringer shivered, tugging her thin clothes tighter around her shoulders. The cold bit through the fabric, and her hands shaking from the numerous plates she had to wash with cold water. Her fingers were raw and red, and she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever feel warm again.“You aren’t done yet,” Ayla could hear the displeasure in her stepmother’s voice. “When you're finished with the dishes, your father's chamber needs polishing. And don't think about slacking off, or you'll face the consequences.”“That duty belongs to the maids,” Alya uttered before she could think, her voice barely above a whisper. Maybe it’s because of all the hardship and maltreatment she had to endure from her stepmother and everyone in the pack despite being the alpha’s daughter. Her words hung in the air, a spark of challenge that she regret

The Awakening & BetrayalAyla’s eyes opened and she felt like she was laying on the ceiling and looking down on the floor. She tried getting up, but felt lightheaded and stayed back down.She caressed her forehead, wondering what made her lose consciousness. Upon hearing Alpha Asher’s voice Ayla stood up to find Luna Kali awake and in Asher’s arms.“Luna Kali,” Ayla’s voice was filled with excitement. “You are finally awake,” Ayla couldn’t contain her excitement. This was something she had wished for since she got the Moonlit pack.“And you are?” Luna Kali asked, seizing Ayla up. Wondering who the woman who has been laying on the floor since she woke up was.“I’m Ayla Stormbringer, your caretaker and healer,” Ayla responded then looked at Alpha Asher. “I’m also…”“A nobody..” Alpha Asher interrupted before she could speak. “And you need to leave now!” his voice echoed in the entire room. Ayla wept as she scurried away.As Ayla ran, the trees blurred together, their branches twisting o

The Lycan’s Prison or Sanctuary?Alya had expected chains. Darkness. Cold stone walls and cruel whispers in the night. But as she was led into Slade’s territory, she found none of those things.The massive gates of his domain creaked open, revealing an expanse of towering pine trees and rugged cliffs. The scent of earth and rain filled her lungs as she stepped hesitantly forward. Wolves—both in human and beast form—watched her with unreadable expressions, their golden eyes tracking her every movement. Yet no one moved to harm her. No shackles were placed around her wrists. No cage awaited her.Still, the uncertainty ate at her. What did Slade want from her? Why had he spent such a crazy amount of money just to bring her here?The answer came soon enough.Slade strode ahead of her in his wheelchair, his powerful frame cutting through the crowd effortlessly. He stopped just before the grand estate nestled against the cliffs, turning to face her. His piercing gaze bore into hers, sending

AYLA“Left, right. Left right,” I kept swinging the rod in my hands, trying to get a solid grip on it.“Again,” I heard Slade’s for the tenth time. I rolled my eyes and kept swinging the rod in different directions.When Slade offered to help me train to own my powers, I thought it would be something more rigorous. Not something as simple as swinging a rod.Slade stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his face unreadable as usual. The late afternoon sun streaked through the treetops, casting shifting shadows on the forest floor where we trained. I was already slick with sweat, my arms aching from the repetitive motion.“I don’t see how this helps me control my powers,” I muttered under my breath.Slade raised an eyebrow. “Control starts with discipline. Focus. If you can’t command your body, you’ll never command the powers.”Easy for him to say. He didn’t have magic curling in his veins, begging to be unleashed.Frustration boiled just beneath my skin. I swung the rod again. this time h

AYLAMy eyes drifted to Slade, who had a look of concern on his face. I haven't been able to control my powers, and he knows this. But from the look of things, I don’t think he will be able to change his mother’s mind.“Well, go on,” I could hear the mockery in her voice. “You do not want to keep this subject of the King waiting,” I cleared my throat. “You want to serve at the pleasure of our King. You want to be useful so you won’t be cast out?” she asked, and I nodded.“Good. Then do what you were brought here to do. Heal her,” I looked down at the woman in front of me.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with both fear and confusion. I had never been asked to heal someone like this, with so many watching, with so much riding on the outcome. And the pressure was almost unbearable. The council’s eyes were sharp and full of judgment, and I could feel the weight of every expectation on my shoulders.I stepped forward, hesitating for only a moment before I knelt in front of the woman