Chapter 63: Make Me Yours

Maya My throat constricted at his question, a knot of fear coiling within me, while my heart drummed an erratic rhythm against my ribs. It was sheer terror, a sinister presence creeping up my insides, leaving me paralyzed. With every fiber of my screaming caution, I instinctively recoiled from him, taking hesitant steps backward, my hands trembling. Luna.….. He asked me to be his Luna…. That one word had a history of mine beneath it. A weight of pure agony, haunting echoes of tragedy that reverberated through the hollow chambers of my past. Luna Ayla's cruel demise at the hands of my so-called mother, the insatiable greed for power embedded in that title, and the cruelty of fate that bestowed it upon me. It terrified me. The word—It actually absloutely fucking terrified me.  To become the Luna, Nathaniel would have to mark me, and the mere mention of that branding ritual dredged up memories of that fateful night. They emerged fresh, each recollection as sharp and vivid as if etched int