Luna Catherine: A Werewolf Romance, page 1
Copyright © 2021 by Yolanda Jolante
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. While references might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
LUNA CATHERINE
YOLANDA JOLANTE
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The Luna Ceremonial Part One
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The Luna Ceremonial Part Two
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Part One
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Part Two
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
CHAPTER FIFTY
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
To my family, who have been my greatest support and giving me strength,
through their prayers and their motivation.
And to my most wonderful readers and fans of the book,
thank you for giving your time to read my work.
Trigger Warning:
The following story contains profanities.
Reader discretion is advised.
CHAPTER ONE
He had taken everything from me yet I’m still here. My own brother, Ronan.
Ronan lost himself a long time ago, and selfishly enough, he dragged me down along with him. I was of pure innocence, and he corrupted me. He made me bear witness to the most heinous of crimes, filling my mind with nightmares. I watched him in silence as he went down a black hole, returning to be what he secretly feared the most—a man with a dark soul.
He’s claimed to not fear anything; a rebel who lives off instilling fear into others. He feeds off the control he has, the adrenaline rush he gets when a life ends by his hands. He can be irrational at times, a loudmouth, cocky, stubborn, dark, and twisted, yet still, he can’t control one thing.
His love for me.
In his own twisted way, he loves me. He’s done so much hurt and pain. He’s been cruel and left me bare at such a young age, but still, he keeps me close. He feeds off my strength and breathes calmly in my silence. Now that he’s grown, he can’t find it in him to destroy me any further than he already has.
A murderer, a selfish and cruel man, and many more titles to everyone else but a frightened, confused, and an out-of-control little boy in a man’s body, right in my view.
A storm is brewing, I can feel it. He knows it too because I told him before. He’s tried so many times to ignore me, but today, he can’t because, like always, I’m right.
A crash sound comes from the living room. He’s breaking stuff again. He’s earned everyone’s attention, all movements still, in his outburst.
I watch him silently by the doorway while he loses his cool once again. He throws a glass to the nearest wall and makes one servant gasp in shock.
“Everyone, out!” he demands.
Not needing to be told twice, every present person scurries out of there, leaving us alone. Right after everyone has gone, he walks over to the drinks cabinet, pulling out a bottle of brandy.
I finally enter, walking over to stand by the large windows, not even sparing him another glance.
I hear him shuffling close, then the sound of liquid being poured before glass is slammed hard against the wooden table.
He loudly gulps down his drink. He’s frustrated, I can feel it.
“Be careful, brother, before you kill yourself,” I say.
He growls in answer, wanting to ignore me but he can’t. I know he wants to have another, and if he does, he might lose his senses. That’s never a good sign, especially today. A drunk Ronan is the worst Ronan.
“You’ve done wrong, brother. Now, you just might meet the outcome of your actions,” I tell him calmly, like always.
“Shut up!” he growls in warning.
I do.
He paces up and down now.
“Damn troublemakers.”
More like you, I want to say.
A cold, icy chill runs down my spine, and my body tenses in the process.
“The storm is coming. The storm is near.”
I hear a growl before I’m spun around to face him, and his brown eyes darken. I don’t even wince when he tightens his grip on my arm.
“Stop talking gibberish and say what you mean!” he seethes, his alcoholic breath fanning my face.
Like a lightbulb clicking in my mind, a certain wind washes over me. It’s them. They are close. I don’t know who they are, but they come with a mission.
“Be prepared . . . for just about anything,” I tell him.
He growls in anger before he backhands me across the face, sending me flying and landing hard on the floor.
“If you have nothing better to say, then shut the hell up!” he shouts, leaving the room.
He has listened.
I close my eyes for a minute, blinking back tears and softly rubbing at my burning cheek.
“Oh no, miss!” Cara—one of the omegas—says, rushing over to help me up. “Please sit and let me treat you.”
“There’s no time. Please take care of the glass and then go into hiding.”
Her eyes search my own until she gulps in realization of the situation. “Trouble is coming once again,” she mumbles.
All I do is stare at her.
“You’ve always been the calm one out of everyone here, and the most truthful. Ha!” She sighs. “I will do as you say, Luna.”
I close my eyes, holding back my tongue from telling her to stop referring to me as Luna.
Leaving her alone to attend to the scattered, broken glass, I decide to leave and go to my room, wanting to treat my cheek and to try to look presentable because I know Ronan wouldn’t be pleased with me if I wasn’t.
Coming back down the stairs in a long black jumpsuit with ballet pumps, I feel them really close, though I may not see them. It’s a matter of time before they appear. I remain in the living room with half of my body visible through the window.
His footsteps echo as he appears, looking cleaner in dark jeans and a white shirt that hugs his muscles. I can feel his gaze on me.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he shouts, and I almost jump out of my skin.
I turn to face him, opening my mouth to say something, when the cold chill comes at me like a bullet going through my chest.
“You have visitors, brother,” I tell him, turning to face the window.
I hear his footsteps come closer.
“Shit,” he curses before storming out of the door.
Ronan with his styled, cut, light-brown hair appears into view, standing on the front yard with about ten to fifteen men. A few minutes pass and no one shows up, making Ronan glance over his shoulder at me. His eyes narrow and I notice him try to fight off a smirk.
This is a promise that there’ll be consequences if I’m l
All too soon, a group of tall men appear from the forest. Ronan’s demeanour changes and his body tenses when he turns back front. Amongst the approaching men, I notice the one in the middle—the leader.
He is the most muscular out of the men; he’s breathtakingly handsome with his midnight black hair, striking emerald-green eyes that meet mine, a strong jaw, and sculpted blank face. He shows no emotion to the onlookers, yet I can sense him. I’m stronger than him in this.
He is feeling everything, and he thinks I can’t. His scent is of fresh pine and woods—earthy and pleasant to my nose.
I know without a doubt that he is my mate, the one I’m destined to be with, my soulmate. Yet what he represents, what he stands for, his views on mates, and all he’s been till now forms a defensive shield against the bond.
He is just like my brother.
I sigh and slump in disappointment and defeat.
I watch the interaction between my brother and my mate. It’s intense and doesn’t seem like something good will be concluded. It’s been a few minutes now, and I hold no hope for what may be.
Turning away from the window and meaning to walk away, I stop in my tracks when I sense it—a strong and intense gaze. I glance over my shoulder at the precise moment he nods my way. My heart flips at his intense eyes.
He has just caused the first real reaction from my already still heart.
When Ronan glances over his shoulder, I’m suddenly grabbed by arm and dragged out of the house, earning frightened eyes from pack members and hard ones from my mate’s company. I’m shoved hard towards the ground, only for someone to grip my arm strongly to prevent me from going down any further.
Sparks erupt throughout my body, and I gasp at the contact. It’s him, my mate.
I almost whisper it out but bite down on my tongue, not wanting to expose anything. Being pulled up, I sneak a glance to my mate. My breath hitches at the sight of his beautiful green eyes. I notice a small but deep and permanent scar on the side of his face; it still doesn’t take away from his captivating looks. His scar is a sign of things he’s gone through and conquered.
He catches me looking at his scar, and that makes his eyes harden with anger laced in them. I’m spun around to face my brother whose eyes are trained on me.
“So are we talking now?” My breath hitches when something sharp is pressed hard against my neck.
My eyes are only on my brother.
“What do you want, O’Connell?” my brother grunts, clearly annoyed by the situation we are currently in.
“You know what I want, Black. It’s been long overdue now. Give me back my beta.”
“Dead or alive?” Ronan arches his brow.
“Don’t play games with me and give me what I want.” My mate’s deep voice sounds calm but deadly.
“Or what?” Ronan asks, clenching his hands into fists.
“Do you really want me to answer that? Alright, let me demonstrate.“ Without any warning, the sharp object is shoved into the side of my neck and pulled out. I’m immediately thrown across the yard, my body slamming hard against a nearby tree.
Growls erupt, bones crack, and bodies collide. I glance up from the ground to the horrific scene in front of me. Werewolves are everywhere; there’s so much blood and fighting between my brother’s wolf and my mate’s right in the centre.
Pack members scream and run around, trying to get to safety.
Pain erupts from my neck and reaching up to where I was stabbed, a wetness coats the wound. Soon, I’ll be bleeding out.
My attention diverts when I sense it, my brother’s life is hanging in the balance. I sit upright, pressing against my wound and facing what now looks to be my mate’s dark-gray gigantic wolf standing over Ronan’s midnight-black one. My mate’s eyes connect with mine just as he digs his teeth in my brother’s wolf’s neck.
My heart hammers hard against my chest. He won’t hesitate to kill Ronan, but his eyes tell me that I’ve only got one chance to do something.
He’s daring me to do something.
“Stop! Stop please!” I plead, struggling to rise on my feet.
I stagger close to them. A few of my mate’s men remain, looking rather threatening.
“Alpha, I have a proposal. Let him go please.” My brother’s eyes narrow in threat, but I avoid his eyes, looking at my mate’s.
I’ll deal with my brother’s wrath after. Right now, I need to manage the situation. Though it may be my first time being given the platform.
My mate doesn’t let up. He puts pressure on my brother’s neck, earning us both a growl and whine from my brother. Time is of the essence; I can almost hear him say.
“Your beta will be released, so long as you release our own.” I take a ragged breath. “I will take upon any punishment and everything your beta endured in time of his captivity. I will accept with no argument or fight. The length of time he stayed here is the length of time I’ll remain there.”
I gasp when I feel myself really bleeding out now. I watch my mate’s eyes take notice of this before he growls and takes a step back, loosening his grip.
“Please, release my brother. Brother for a brother.” I gulp though I choke a bit.
My mate shifts into his human form, and I look away from his nudeness. From the corner of my eye, I see one of his men take a pair of grey sweats to him.
I’m getting dizzy now.
“What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?” my brother growls, his body shaking in anger. He is injured but I know he’ll heal soon.
“I’m doing what’s best, brother. You might not agree but it is. I-I will take my punishment once I return.” I wish I didn’t have to say this out loud, but it’s for Ronan to clearly hear me and understand.
Ronan grunts before instructing one of his men to fetch the beta.
I sigh in relief for that—knowing a person will get to go home to his family. I stagger back due to the dizziness and almost fall, but my arm is gripped hard to the point of pain by my mate’s men.
I mistakenly whimper due to the pain, but then, there’s a growl. The grip on my arm is loosened and is being replaced by pleasurable tingles that I almost sigh out in relief.
The beta is soon brought out, beaten and bruised yet still standing. His fellow troops help him to one of the cars. I take a much-needed breath in preparation of me looking like him when I return. Well, if I don’t die out due to all the bleeding.
Maybe I might just die here. That’ll be fine with me.
“My beta,” Ronan grunts.
All too soon, his beta is thrown at his feet, being helped up and taken in the house probably to the pack doctor.
I can’t even watch anymore. My vision gets blurry, and my body weight takes over. I feel myself falling, only to land in someone’s arms. The sparks give it away.
Before I can slip into darkness, I hear the parting words between my brother and mate.
“You know that I’ll come back for her. She belongs here.”
“No. She’s mine now.”
CHAPTER TWO
A beeping sound awakens me. My eyes flutter open, and I have to shut them again in better preparation for my eyes to adjust to the bright light.
My eyes fully open and I look around. I now understand that I’m in the hospital. I try to move my arm, but I am prevented by the handcuff on my wrist connected to the bed banister.
I should have suspected as much.
Feeling thirsty, I try to reach the water bottle on the side table, but it proves difficult when I can’t reach it.
Gosh, what do I do now?
Lying back on the hospital bed once more, I hiss in pain due to the stinging coming from my neck. Touching the wound, I realise that there is a patch on it.
I guess I won’t be bleeding out again.
The door bursts open, and in enters the alpha—my mate—followed by two of his men.
“Leave us,” he orders.
When we are left alone, I warily watch him keep his eye on the door until it closes before he slowly turns to look at me. I drop my eyes to my lap, not wanting to be rude or show any sign of disrespect.
He is a powerful alpha. His power has reigned for quite a long time now. I can sense it.
I feel him walk over to stand close yet still keeping a fair distance between us. His wolf is itching to touch me, for me to be in his arms and keep me there, but him as a human, he won’t. He is hell bent on not giving in to the mate bond. His wolf is trying to reach out to my own wolf, but it’s impossible.
