Their Warrior Luna
Sixteen-year-old Harley Ashwood wanted to get through high school without running into the two boys who ignited her soul with anger and curiosity. It isn’t until they reject her as their Goddess-given mate and force her to vacate the only home she has ever known that Harley learns her self-worth and what she is truly capable of.
Ten years later, she is forced to return to The Clearwater pack when her parents are murdered in a rogue attack. Will her newfound fire light a spark between the three, or will Harley finally have the guts to accept their rejection?
What will happen to the trio when The mysterious King of the Damned comes to town, offering a big payout for the retrieval of the Mark of the Moon?
In the midst of all hell breaking loose, will Harley find a way to save the future of her pack, or will the rogues and vampires destroy Clearwater for good?
Go on this wild ride of love and chaos to find out the future of Clearwater and see if Harley will get her happily ever after, after all.
Normal. Ordinary. Boring even. That was me. I was all of those things. A regular, everyday, naive eighteen-year-old girl... Until I wasn't any of those things anymore.
I let myself be fooled and manipulated by a piece of sh*t until nothing was left of me, of the sweet girl I tried so hard to keep alive. But I couldn't. I couldn't preserve her innocence or her excitement over dancing in the rain and to think... It all started with a kiss.
One kiss against a bookshelf in an empty library would be the first of many steps leading me to the end. Or maybe it was the beginning?
The beginning of a new start somewhere between heaven and hell, a tender in-between that feels like a fever dream. A realm where dragons fly in the sky, and mermaids swim in the seas. A home where death makes coffee in the mornings and the king tattoos a fresh start on my undiscovered skin. But what happens when that fever dream becomes a hellish nightmare? What happens when that sweet naive part of me that was taken glides into the nowhere?
What happens when she becomes so bitter and angry that not even the sickeningly sweet taste of revenge can sate her starvation?
Will the king come in on his white horse like a knight in shining armor to save me from myself, or will death restore the pieces of my soul and make me whole again?
We stepped into a part of Clearwater territory that I knew well. Knox and I found a cave here back when I was still in high school, and we used to sneak out here when s**t got heavy and drink our worries away.
"I know you are in there, you rancid skank. I can smell the fear radiating off of you. No ……
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