HeeSha_TA

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, DARK THEMES]

“I will tie you to the bedpost and fuck you like a dirty little slut. Our bodies will meet in perfumes and in sweat until you're screaming for mercy from me… your big bad fuckable lord and Alpha." He vowed and my face seared with humiliation.


 Wasn't it laughable that I was not humiliated because of his words, but because of what the thoughts that lingered at the back of my mind were?


 I wanted every bit of it. The crazy wild sex, the toxic bond… somehow—the sound of them set my soul on fire. I wanted them all.
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Phoebe Skywalker is a humble maid in the mansion of the Prestigious Blue Moon’s Alpha. When she is chosen as the Moon's Chosen who is destined to mate with the Alpha, no one expected this taboo as only elites were allowed to become the Luna.

Unable to tolerate this humiliation, the arrogant Alpha rejects her. But the Alpha Council intervenes, forcing him to mate with the unlikely chosen one. 

Phoebe becomes the pack’s Luna but Alpha Kaene would never open his heart to her… or so he thought. When he tries his best to intimidate her, promising her unending nights of merciless lovemaking, Kaene doesn't expect the feisty side of Phoebe that he soon comes to discover. 

The taboo Luna shocks everyone as she not only shines in conquering enemies but also in stealing the heart of the stoic Alpha Kaene.

Rise of the Rejected Luna

"Maybe my story will be a lesson to other nobles who might harbor the same darkness in them." My mother had said right before we left for the wedding.

Well, now no one will know her story because they were all dropping like flies.

First, the arrow that struck my mother's chest after Phoebe and I shared our vows and then the pandemonium that followed as the attacks started raining on the wolves in the event Hall.

I rushed to her, catching her before she could fall to the ground, watching life slowly slip away from her.

"K– Kaene..." My mother gasped, her eyes dimming as she stared at me.

I hugged her body close, my eyebrows creasing.

The arrow stuck to her chest had a silver blade.

Her gown was getting soaked by her blood but I tried to slow down the bleeding by placing my hand on the wound and applying pressure.

_Take Them Down