The Birthmarked Luna
Lyric Ross · Ongoing · 123.7k Words
Introduction
He was thrusting into me while I was still coming, and the sensation was incredible. My body was hypersensitive, every movement sending shockwaves through me.
"Can't stop," he growled against my throat. "Need more."
Holy shit, he's not done. He's actually getting harder.
I couldn't form words anymore. He was fucking me through my orgasm, and I was already building toward another one. My nails dug into his shoulders as he moved with renewed intensity.
"So good," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop."
Louis was like a man possessed, his movements becoming more desperate and hungry. When I came again, even harder this time, he followed with a roar.
We collapsed together, both of us breathing hard, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. I felt completely wrung out, like I'd been turned inside out and put back together.
Sloane, a birthmarked outcast from her werewolf pack, saves a dying stranger with no memory. For three months, they find love in their hidden world where her birthmark don't matter. But when black-ops soldiers take him away, she discovers he's far more dangerous than she knew, and she's developing strange powers.
To survive, Sloane assumes a dead woman's identity, living her life and wearing her face. When she finally sees him again, he's changed, no longer the gentle man who called her beautiful. She's changed too, hidden behind another's identity.
Now they're both different people than when they fell in love. Will he recognize the woman who saved him when she's disguised as someone else?
Chapter 1
Sloane's POV
My pencil scratched across the page, sketching out the human skeletal system. Finals week at medical school, everyone around me looked half-dead from cramming. I'd been camping out at this corner table for hours, my anatomy books spread everywhere like I was building a fort.
Studying was my escape. Here, nobody stared at me. Well, not for the usual reasons anyway.
Ring ring ring!
My phone went off way too loud. Half the library turned to glare at me. Great. The screen showed "Victoria" and I frowned.
Why's my stepmother calling? She usually pretends I don't exist.
"Hello?"
"Sloane!" Victoria's voice was shaking. "You need to come home right now! Martin's had a heart attack! The doctor says it's serious!"
My pencil hit the floor. I jumped up so fast my chair made this awful scraping noise. More angry looks from the other students.
"What?! How is he?" My heart was pounding. Yeah, Martin's been a drunk and a gambler for years, but he still raised me after my parents died.
Victoria was crying now. "The doctors are working on him, but you should hurry. This might be... this might be the last time you see him."
Everything felt like it was spinning.
"I'm coming," I whispered, already shoving books into my bag. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
I raced through the paperwork for emergency leave, then caught the next train home.
The train felt like it was crawling. I pressed my face against the window, watching trees blur past while my mind raced.
My birth parents used to be the Alpha and Luna of a small pack. They died in some war when I was too little to remember. I only know bits and pieces from what the pack elders sometimes mention.
Before the current Alpha King made the Pack Peace Protection Act, wars happened all the time. Small packs like ours had to kiss up to bigger ones like Frostbite Pack for protection. The noble packs would start fights between smaller packs just to get more territory and taxes.
My parents died in one of those stupid wars. Our original pack just got absorbed by the one we're in now. I don't even remember their faces.
But losing them wasn't the worst part. This thing on my face, that's been my real curse. Without thinking, I touched my left cheek, making sure my bangs covered the huge dark red birthmark that goes from my cheek all the way to my forehead.
Ever since I could walk, kids pointed and called me "monster" and "freak." After my parents died, it got worse. "Even the Moon Goddess thinks this kid's ugly," they'd whisper.
At least I had Emily for a while.
Emily was amazing. She was Martin's wife, and she never cared about my birthmark, never made me feel broken. She'd touch my face and say, "Sloane, you're mama's most beautiful baby."
Martin was good to me back then too, since he used to be my father's beta. Sometimes he'd look uncomfortable when he saw my mark, but he tried to hide it. Emily would buy me cute hats and scarves so I could go out like a normal kid.
"Everyone's beautiful in their own way," Emily used to tell me, putting her hand over my heart. "Your beauty's right here."
But those happy days didn't last.
Cause after our pack got absorbed, Martin's status basically plummeted. Sure, our quality of life didn't drop that much, but he just couldn't handle the fall from grace. So he started gambling for kicks. At first, Martin started gambling small at first. A few coins here and there, then bigger bets. Soon he was losing money we couldn't afford. Drinking became his way to escape, and Emily and I became his punching bags.
I still remember the first time he hit me. "Raising a monster like you is the worst luck I've ever had!" The words hurt more than his fist.
Emily always tried to protect me, but she got hurt too. One night Martin came home wasted, pointing at my face and screaming, "That ugly mark is the curse you brought to our family!" When Emily stepped in front of me, he shoved her so hard she cracked her head on the table...
The blood trickling down Emily's forehead. That image still makes me sick.
Emily died when I was thirteen. Heart problems from stress and trauma, the doctor said. Right before she died, she grabbed my hand and whispered, "Sloane, forgive mama for not protecting you anymore. Remember, you're more beautiful than anyone."
After Emily died, Martin seemed sorry for a while. I thought maybe he'd change. Then Victoria showed up with her daughter Scarlett.
Victoria took one look at me and couldn't hide her disgust. "Martin, how could you adopt such a... such a child?" Right in front of me.
Scarlett was five years younger but learned fast. "Ugly sister, why don't you look in a mirror?" Those were literally the first words she said to me.
The train whistle snapped me back to reality. We were almost at Moon Shadow Pack territory.
These past few years with Victoria and Scarlett have been hell. But still, I was stuck living with them.
I walked from the train station toward our house, automatically fixing my bangs to hide my birthmark. Some neighbor kid spotted me and yelled, "Scarface Sloane's back! The ugly freak came home!"
I bit my lip but kept walking. I'd heard worse. Right now I was too worried about Martin to care about some brat's comments.
I dragged my bag through our front gate and hurried to the house, my heart hammering. But when I got to the door, I stopped dead.
Through the window, Martin was sitting in his old armchair, reading a newspaper. His face looked perfectly healthy - no sign of someone who'd just had a heart attack. He was even humming to himself, with a steaming cup of tea next to him.
My bag hit the ground hard.
What the hell? Wasn't he supposed to be dying?
Anger and confusion twisted in my chest as I stared at my completely fine adoptive father.
"Dad? Your heart..." I called out, pushing the door open.
Martin looked up, seeming a bit awkward as his eyes flicked to my bangs. "Oh, Sloane. You're back."
Before I could demand answers, Victoria came out of the kitchen with the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her face. It was so weird it made my skin crawl.
"Sloane! My dear daughter! You finally made it home!" She held out her arms like she wanted to hug me.
I stepped back fast. Since when is my stepmother excited to see me? Usually she looks at me like I have some contagious disease.
Every time she's looked at me before, her eyes were full of disgust, like my birthmark might somehow infect her precious daughter.
"Dad's heart attack..." I started, confused, keeping my hand ready to protect my bangs.
Victoria waved it off. "Oh, that! The doctor said it wasn't serious, just some irregular heartbeat. A little rest and he'll be fine."
Irregular heartbeat? On the phone, she clearly said heart attack and that he was dying!
Before I could ask what the hell was going on, Victoria grabbed my hand with fake warmth. She seemed unusually excited about something today.
Her eyes were gleaming in a way that made me really uncomfortable.
"Sloane, do you know what? I have the most wonderful news to share with you!"
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Around him, lights burst, electronics fry, and something ancient in me awakens.
Kane feels it. His grip tightens, punishments turn brutal, and he hides the truth of what I am.
Trapped between two powerful men, I’m no prey, no pawn—no helpless victim.
Prisons burn. Monsters bleed. As for me? I'm the storm in skin—deadly beyond suspicion.
Avery and the Cursed Alpha
Then a mysterious billionaire offers her a deal that sounds too good to be true.
Alexander Ravenswood is powerful, wealthy, and feared throughout Tenebrous City. Behind his perfect public image lies a deadly secret. He is the Alpha of the Nocturne Pack, cursed by an ancient bloodline that is slowly driving him toward madness and death. His only hope lies in finding the legendary Aethon Orb—or the prophesied mate destined to save him.
When Alex discovers that Avery can draw symbols connected to the long-lost artifact, he offers her a contract she cannot refuse: become his fake fiancée for six months in exchange for enough money to erase her debts and save her home.
What begins as a business arrangement quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
As they search for the missing Orb, Avery is drawn into a hidden world of werewolves, ancient prophecies, and deadly pack rivalries. Powerful enemies want Alex's throne. A jealous Alpha heiress wants Avery gone. And a ruthless rival Alpha will stop at nothing to claim the Orb for himself.
But the greatest secret of all may be Avery herself.
Because the closer she gets to Alex, the more impossible truths begin to surface about her past, her strange abilities, and the destiny that has been waiting for her all along.
With a curse threatening Alex's life, enemies closing in from every side, and a forbidden bond growing stronger by the day, Avery must decide whether to walk away from the dangerous Alpha who needs her—or risk everything for a love written by fate itself.
In a city where secrets kill and destiny cannot be escaped, can a fake engagement become a love powerful enough to change the future?
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
From Sacrificed Slave to the Dragon King's Obsession
His fangs glinted as he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Dragon scales shimmered along his neck, breath scorching my skin.
"Your Majesty... I beg—" He shoved me onto the bed. Silk tore with a sharp rip, cold air rushing over my exposed body.
"Scared?" He smirked, palm sliding down my waist, fingers tracing slow, burning circles. "Yet you shiver... not from cold."
I lunged for the candlestick, but he caught my wrist, pinning it overhead. His knee forced my legs apart.
"When your father gave you to me," his lips brushed my ear, voice a dark rumble, "you were already mine."
On the eve of freedom after ten years of servitude, Lina Valeria stood one night away from reuniting with her betrothed. But Dragon King Augustus condemned her to the Abyss Mines on false charges—a trap forged from obsessive desire.
Augustus Ashenwing, Supreme Sovereign of Skyhold Citadel, is ruthless and feared by all races. His obsession stems from ancient grudges and dragonkind's most dangerous instinct: possessive desire. He demands her submission, binding her to his throne as his consort.
From prisoner to queen, Lina battles him through court intrigue and twisted passion—fighting for her mother, her freedom, her dignity.
Yet this cold-blooded tyrant reserves all tenderness for her alone. He indulges her temper, bends his pride, compromises without limit—anything to see her smile. Gradually, her heart wavers. But loving him means betraying Kain, who waited eleven years. Torn between duty and desire, she drowns in agonizing guilt.
Love and hatred intertwined—a forbidden dragon romance in a realm of oppression.
Game of Destiny
When Finlay finds her, she is living among humans. He is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuse to acknowledge his existence. She may not be his mate, but he wants her to be a part of his pack, latent wolf or not.
Amie cant resist the Alpha that comes into her life and drags her back into pack life. Not only does she find herself happier than she has been in a long time, her wolf finally comes to her. Finlay isn't her mate, but he becomes her best friend. Together with the other top wolves in the pack, they work to create the best and strongest pack.
When it's time for the pack games, the event that decides the packs rank for the coming ten year, Amie needs to face her old pack. When she sees the man that rejected her for the first time in ten years, everything she thought she knew is turned around. Amie and Finlay need to adapt to the new reality and find a way forward for their pack. But will the curve ball split them apart?
To protect what’s mine
The Alpha's Stripper Mate
"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
The Deadly Mafia Princess
Her gang take the matter in their own hands, to try to save their leader from the horror of her home. What none of them know, they wasn’t her real parents, and now Ro will be sent away to live with her real family. That makes her closest members in her gang pack up and move as well. They don’t want to be far away from their leader.
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms
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From first crush to wedding vows, George Capulet and I had been inseparable. But in our seventh year of marriage, he began an affair with his secretary.
On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
"Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?"
George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!"
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
