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RUTH: A Tale Of Luna's Birth

[Completed] Side story is out now! The cries of a woman collide with the rock walls of the Longhurst's castle. Ralph Longhurst, a wealthy trader living rather practically ruling over an island situated miles away from Vincardine has his brows furrowed. Cordelia Longhurst, Ralph's wife, has not expected this special moment to turn out the way it has. She can feel the anger radiating out of her husband but the mother inside her is more worried about their daughter, who is going through labour pain. The baby that was supposed to lit the lights of happiness and joy, has made even the dark sky cry. Gerald Livingstone can hear his lovers' cries but his hands are tied. All he could do is pray for the safety of both mother and the baby. And then that historic moment came when the Luna of not only a werewolf pack but of the whole werewolf breed took her first breath on the earth. A human Luna, who is supposed to meet Edwin O'Dell- the leader of the werewolf breed, the Alpha of Alphas and fall in love with him. But not everyone is happy with the birth of this special baby girl. There are reasons, secrets and plans involved. Only time will tell what the girl has written in her destiny and how she is going to find the right path in her life. ***************** The cover of the book belongs to its rightful owner and I. do not own it. If the owner wants to take it down please contact me. Instagram:- @author_rutujap Discord:- https://discord.gg/wpyvsh42

rutujaP · Fantasy
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WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR STOMACH?

Leaving the African coastal town after bidding their goodbyes along with gratitude for the family they stayed with, Gerald and Theodora stopped their carriage in the middle of nowhere. The coachman was confused and asked,

"Why here? The nearest villege is still ten miles away."

Standing in between the road that ran through the corn fields, which stretched till their sight ran afar, Gerald took out the luggage before paying the coachman.

"We are not going to the villege. My distant relatives lives beyond that tree line." He pointed at the row of baobab trees in distance.

"There?" The coachman asked unsurely.

As far as he knew, this place was without any human habitation, and the corn fields were owned by the local tribe that too lived far away from the place.

Then where these foreigners wanted to go?