THE CURSED LUNA

He stalked forward. Like a predator circling prey.
"You were talking about sex."
My heart tripped.
"No, we weren't."
His dark brows lifted.
"Messier," he drawled. "Your words."
Heat bloomed in my chest.
"You were eavesdropping."
By the time I got there, he'd gotten down on one knee and sat down in front of me, one hand on the armrest. His scent hit me---smoke and cedar. "And I didn't like what I heard."
Possessiveness laced every word, thick and heavy.
My stomach flipped in that knowing way.
"You don't own me."
He leaned in like he always did. His lips brushing against my ear.
"Oh I do."
I shivered.
His fingers went to my wrist, his thumb making slow circles over my pulse. I caught my breath. He always did this---teasing me open, oh so easily.
"You can't just drag me away every time someone mentions---"
His mouth curved against my jaw.
"I can."
My heart thudded.
Arrogant bastard.


Luna Elara of the Crescent Moon Pack discovers her husband's affair with her sister and is thrown into the dungeons, where despair awakens her prophetic bloodline. Cold Alpha Axel forcibly takes her to save his dying mother—she despises his tyranny, he loathes her defiance, and they are at each other's throats from their first meeting. Though they hate each other, they desperately save one another in life-or-death moments; though they clash constantly, they tend each other's wounds in the depths of night. She believes he's just another user like her ex-husband, while he thinks she'll never truly care for him. Until the blood moon night when she takes a fatal blade meant for him, until the moment of life and death when he betrays all his principles for her—only then do they realize in shock that this entanglement born from hatred has long since transformed into inescapable devotion. When the ancient temple demands blood sacrifice, when enemy forces close in on all sides, can these former enemies set aside their prejudices to face destiny together, or will they betray each other once more at the final moment?