All Chapters of Kiss My Corpse: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When Connor Turner saw the craftsman's gift, a thought crossed his mind—he hadn't seen me in a while. "Strange. Clara hasn't come to cause trouble lately. Did she finally learn her place?""Exactly. She was spoiled rotten. A little suffering will do her good."His warrior, Duncan Dixon, hesitated before speaking cautiously. "Alpha, Luna… she's still in that well."Connor's pen stilled for a fraction of a second, then resumed as if the words meant nothing. "I assumed she'd had enough by now. Let her reflect a little longer."Duncan looked troubled. "She hasn't made a sound for days. And there's a terrible stench coming from down the well. Do you want to check on her?"Connor remained indifferent. "She's probably faking it—pretending to be all pitiful so we'd let her out. Someone like her would do anything to survive. She's likely already skinned and eaten the venomous snakes in there. With all that blood and rot, no wonder it reeks."Duncan wanted to say more, but Connor cut him o

Connor's so-called righteous fury on Belinda's behalf was nothing short of ridiculous.Just two weeks ago, I had led a trading convoy to negotiate with a neighboring pack. Because of my status as Luna, they treated me with the utmost respect, which clearly didn't sit well with Belinda.She cornered me when no one was looking, her voice dripping with venom. "So what if you're Luna? The Alpha doesn't even care about you."I didn't bother responding. I simply brushed past her and climbed into my carriage.Yet, unexpectedly, she was unwilling to travel in the slightly worn-down mule cart. Consequently, she was left behind in the wilderness.By the time Connor and his men found her, a giant eagle had its talons wrapped around her. She was battered, trembling, barely clinging to life. With a breath as fragile as a dying ember, she whispered, "I only ever wanted to admire you from afar, Alpha. I never imagined even that would be taken from me. I just hope Luna will take good care of yo

Connor's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "You really think she'd die that easily? I know better than anyone how tough she is."Belinda laughed, her voice dripping with amusement. "That's right. Our Luna is the kind of woman who could stomach a live snake. She may have gone days without food or water, but I believe she'll survive."The gathered maids giggled at the remark, but Connor's smile faltered for just a second.Watching his expression stiffened, I felt a flicker of satisfaction. "So, you do feel a little guilty after all."I remembered the day when Connor had been captured in a battle against the rogues. To save him, I infiltrated their base camp alone. By the time I reached his cell, I was bleeding, barely standing. But when our eyes met, there was no mistaking the shock and gratitude in his gaze. We disguised ourselves as low-ranking rogue soldiers, blending in to make our escape. It might have worked—until the rogues handed out food—snakes and centipedes—still raw,

Aside from that brief moment when Connor saw my ring and let his sorrow slip through, he never showed grief again. Life went on as usual. He worked, he led, he ruled—unshaken, as if nothing had changed.But old habits betrayed him when he returned to the castle we'd once shared. He would instinctively reach back to hand off his coat, calling my name—only to be met with silence.Then, realizing I wasn't there, a flicker of confusion would cross his face before he recovered, as if the moment never happened.When the Blackclaw Pack's festival approached, his warriors brought him reports on the supplies and preparations. Frustrated, he waved them off. "Just let Luna handle it. Don't bother me with this."Then, seeing their hesitant silence, that same confusion flickered again. I understood his reaction all too well. When my father died in battle, I reacted the same way. There was only numbness, a strange sense of detachment whenever his name was mentioned. It wasn't until it happ

Seeing Connor like this, Belinda's expression flickered with panic. She forced a smile and quickly changed the subject. She said, "You're just too kind-hearted. Even though you didn't love Luna, she was still your mate. It's only natural that her death would affect you."But I know you'll move past this soon… because you don't love Luna."Each word was deliberate. Calculated. Like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, Connor seized onto her reassurance. He echoed, "Yes… Yes, you're right. I don't love her. I couldn't have killed someone I loved."After several repetitions, Connor regained his composure. With Belinda by his side, he left the ice chamber and returned to the rhythms of his daily life.That day, Connor returned to his duties and rode along the pack's borders with his warriors when a sudden and powerful force crashed down on them—a presence so immense that the air itself seemed to shudder beneath its weight. His head snapped up.A group of warriors strode toward hi