The Fallen Luna

Winter. “I reject you—“ Red. Everything was red. His shirt, mine, the floor, and so were my hands. My mate’s eyes widened as the small silver blade slipped out of my grip. His veins bulged, mouth agape, trying to lunge at me like a wounded wolf he already was. “How dare you! How fucking dare you, Winter!” With a wounded chest, he struck at me. Both of us fell with a loud thud. He stayed on top, breathing hard while clenching my neck, trying to suck the life out of my body. “No,” I screamed, kicking the air and punching his bleeding wound. He smiled in mirth, knowing that my consciousness began to fade away. How did we end up here? We were madly in love. I devoted myself to him, bare my soul only for him. Yet, the love was gone in a blink of an eye. “I would have given you the luxury to stay in my pack if you had accepted the fact that I’ve found my fated mate. I would have left you living your best life here. But not anymore. You prove to me a jealous female could be very danger

Winter. Standing tall and proud before my eyes was Dante Verlice, my mate. He was the alpha of the biggest pack in Vegas. One of the few who brought his pack to flourish despite building it from nothing. He was notorious for his leadership skill, his gentleness—which I believe was a facade, and his hobby of playing around with she-wolves. “You are trembling again.” His low and deep voice snapped me back to reality. “I told you, don’t be scared.” How could I not? Having him as my mate was the worst thing Moon Goddess could do. Dante was the type of male I should avoid at any cost. I should have never let Snow take over. I should have run the very first time I sensed him. ‘You won’t be able to run, Winter.’ Snow said carelessly. She is wrong. I always manage to slip away, especially from a dangerous male. “And I’ve told you I’m just cold,” I replied with confidence. I didn’t want him to catch a sign of weakness from me. I knew he didn’t buy my reason, but he didn’t refute me eithe

Winter. Living in Elko for about a month wasn’t different from in Vegas. I still wake up and work my ass like crazy. I never had time to enjoy my free time. All I ever thought about while I had spare time was how to get more money to ensure that I could eat while living on the run. I did every job I could do. From the moment I escaped my former pack, I never rested properly. I knew once I let my guard down, they could take me back and torture me until I lost my life. For the past few weeks, I only tried to work in a bar and grocery store, but I found the money wasn’t enough to fund me if I ever needed to move again, so fighting was my only solution to get quick money. I knew it wasn’t fair to fight with humans, knowing I was far stronger than them. However, I would not follow my moral values because it wouldn’t give me money. After all, fairness didn’t exist in this world. So here I am, facing a man twice my size. “Diana, was it?” The man—Carlo, the legendary underground fighter

Winter. Lying in the small bed facing a brown-colored ceiling, I felt sweat dripping from my body with each passing minute. My heart rate increased so fast that I could hear how loud it beat against my ribcage. My chest heaved up and down in rhythm as the heat spread all over my body. “Fuck my life,” I cursed, moving restlessly to ease the pain. ‘Fuck you, Winter.’ Snow snarled at me. She was beyond angry right now and knowing how tortured she was, I couldn’t even refute her. This was an unexpected situation. I didn’t know I’d be in heat this soon. This was why finding a mate was bad news. Not only did it put me on my mate’s radar, but now I had to deal with an occasional heat. It was bearable when we never found our fated mate, but it was totally different when we finally met. Ideally, after meeting our mate, we’d marked each other as soon as possible to hinder from getting in heat, which was painful. But with my situation, I couldn’t let my mate mark me, leaving me to deal with

Winter. I was totally wrong for thinking that Dante would give up after my threat because not only did he not stop, but he didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he made someone follow me. Even after I moved to another city and masked my appearance, his people still managed to find me. These days, it was getting harder to hide myself from Dante and his people, mainly because I lacked funds. I kept moving before I managed to earn good money to support my plan. If this continues, I’d end up broke, just like the first time I escaped my former pack. Exhaling an exasperated sigh, I turned my head, looking at the black car that stopped just two buildings away from me. ‘He is here,’ Snow said. ‘I know.’ Dante might let his people be my tail, but he never showed himself to me after we met in the underground fight club. All this time, his