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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 · Fantasia
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226 Chs

BURNING DESIRE AND MUCH AWAITED FANTASY

Bertha followed Gerald though she was the one who was supposed to show him the way. She didn't even get time to gather all the broken pieces of her heart before she had to follow him to make sure he reached Theodora on time.

She must be waiting for him.

This time Filch didn't support Gerald and sat on Bertha's shoulder instead. Because he too knew that Bertha was not at fault, but Gerald was too dense to handle the situation as a gentleman should do.

Bertha stopped as they reached Zerith's house, which looked more presentable than before now. She noticed that the coachman hadn't yet returned from the mansion, or perhaps Theodora had ordered him to not come back tonight.

Bertha's chest became heavy, and her eyes stung again. But she had to keep on with this play.

Gerald turned to face her. His face was void of any expressions, and his sparkling green eyes, which always held playfulness in them now looked cold as cold in the winter.