Captive of The Moon

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Summary

Moving to the Moon was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, it’s a gilded cage. ​Anna Eletto just joined Esferus-Land, a global powerhouse run by an advanced alien civilization. In a world of clinical tests, absolute control, and the dreaded "Honest-room"—where secrets are impossible to keep—Anna is a prisoner of progress. ​But the real danger isn't the technology. It’s her boss. ​Cold, powerful, and undeniably non-human, he’s watching her every move. She knows she should run, but in a place where you can’t lie, her heart is the most dangerous traitor of all. ​A slow-burn sci-fi romance where the truth is a weapon, and love is the ultimate breach of protocol.

Status
Complete
Chapters
38
Rating
5.0 5 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

Dear readers, Welcome to the world of Esferus! 🚀💞

This is a deep, emotional slow-burn romance. But moving forward, as you dive deeper into the love between an Earth woman and an alien man, you will find yourself caught in much more than just chemistry.

Beyond their hearts lies a world of political intrigue, dangerous secrets, and sharp plot twists.

This story is a trilogy, and I’m happy to share that the second book, 'Captive by Oblivion', is already finished and will be published here as well. Follow them into the unknown!

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Prologue

Anna fell silent, a lump of unshed emotions tightening in her throat.

I don't want the white dress anymore... she thought, nervously twisting the silk fabric between her trembling fingers. With every passing second, the urge to tear the innocent gown to shreds grew inside her - anything to avoid wearing it today. Anything to stop this wedding from happening.

As if on cue, her memory conjured the moment she first learned about Esferian traditions. The traditions that dictated no woman here married in white. She remembered how upset she’d been then. Like most of her friends, Anna had always pictured herself as a bride in pure white.

And now, it lay before her. But instead of a joyful thrill, it stirred a sickening revulsion. The dream had become her prison. It was choking her, squeezing her chest, a cold reminder that she had no choice left.

"Anna," the Esferian woman called softly, her hand a gentle weight on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. We really need to get you ready."