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Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chapter 9 Blood Moon

Word Count: 1051 | Released on: 24/10/2026

hard. "Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not look anyone

ith pity but with irritation. She smears powder over it with her thumb. It only dulls the color. "The Blood Moon makes wol

clean uniform, my hair pinned back, my ha

rs of blood and power and purity. Crystal glasses and silver plates gleam on fine linen, golden candles flicker, and roses, lilies, and

clasped, and I disappear. I set down drinks, serve th

tronger than anything I have felt, a heat, a stirring in my blood. My wolf is awake and pacing. At the pool she c

ot here. No

back harder. Something is going

y. I must have misheard. N

nd my hea

avier. He is walkin

of me, a glass of dark red wine in his hand. His blue eyes find my face, then the bruis

ps the

her it was an accident, and I do not care. I drop to my knees and reach for

st, warm and firm, and drags

his eyes blazing. "Do you want to bl

ns, but noth

leeds? Who cares if a

ce. Xavier's eyes flick past my shoulder, toward the far side of the hall, and back agai

loud enough for every

s like

do not break, not until I reach the corridor, press my back against the wall, a

am a slave, n

o, gentle as an apology. And his eyes had gone

for Derek. It was a wall,

ool who wan

ight, cold and sharp and clean, and

o you think you are going? You dropped a glass

rry," I

I let it pass. I will not let it happen twice." Her fingers close around

ere, because it is not her grip that hurts. It

Clean yourself up, do your job, and keep you

are still spinning, and the moon is still bright. I clean tables, arrange gla

way. Gwen keeps me. "You stay. You serv

not a

im, because I do not want to see his face or feel his eyes. But I feel them anyway. His gaze follow

crawl towa

it ha

ed, like blood, like fire,

aughing, the dancers stop moving, the m

r head and howls, and for the fi

od Moon

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Rejected By My Mate But The Moon Bleeds To Crown Me

Chinchin Werewolf

“She is his slave. He is her King. The moon chose them. But love is a choice-and some choices burn. --- Eight years as a slave taught Helen to be invisible. She keeps her head down. Her mouth shut. Her heart locked away. She knows the rules. She knows her place. She is nothing. Then Xavier walks into her world and ruins everything. He is powerful. He is cold. He is impossibly beautiful. When his electric blue eyes meet hers, she feels something she has never felt before-a pull, a heat, a dangerous desire that terrifies her as much as it thrills her. He is her mate. But Xavier is not like other Alphas. He does not demand. He does not take. He waits. He watches. He trains her. He protects her. He challenges her to become more than a slave. And every day, the tension between them grows. His hands on hers during training. His breath warm on her neck. His eyes following her across every room like she is the only person who exists. The way he says her name like it matters. The way he touches her like she is precious. The way he looks at her like she is everything. She wants him. She needs him. She cannot stay away from him. But wanting him means trusting again. It means risking her heart. It means believing that love is possible when everyone she has ever loved has been taken from her. And Xavier has secrets of his own. He knows who she really is. He knows what she is capable of. He sees her power-the moonfire that burns only the guilty, the royal blood that runs through her veins, the white wolf that the Goddess chose. He wants to help her. He wants to save her. But he cannot save her from himself. Because the more he touches her, the more he wants. The more he protects her, the more he needs. The more he trains her, the more he craves. She is his mate. She is his obsession. She is the fire in his blood and the light in his darkness. When she finally surrenders-when she marks him as hers, when she takes him into her arms, when she whispers his name-it will be everything. --- He is the storm. She is the lightning. Together, they will set the world on fire.”