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Chapter 14: A LESSON IN POWER
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A Luna And A Whore Chapter 50: THE QUEEN'S REJECTION
The moon was full but shy, veiled behind bruised clouds that barely parted as morning cracked open like a ribcage.By the time the sun bled gold across Blackfang’s stone courtyard, the summons had already been issued. A gathering. A formal audience. The kind Jasmine had grown used to watching others endure, but never standing at the center of. This time, she was the center.And the wolves were hungry.The hall had been prepared. Silk banners in silver and blood-red swayed gently overhead, and the dais was polished until it gleamed like a throat just before the bite. Elders lined the curved walls in ceremonial coats, their eyes shining with curiosity, calculation, and desire.They wanted to see the girl who had upset their hierarchy.The Omega who didn’t kneel.And Roger stood waiting for her. Not in his usual black, but something close to regal—wolf-dark armor, burnished leather, silver threading at his cuffs. He looked like war dressed as royalty.But Jasmine didn’t come like a bride
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 49: DAGGERS IN THE MOONLIGHT
The room was too still.Even with the fire whispering in the grate, even with the warm steam rising from the forgotten bath... Jasmine felt it. A silence too perfect. A hush before something ancient stirs.She didn’t dress. Not yet.The velvet robe hung where she left it, untouched. Her skin was still glowing from her own fingers, her scent still thick in the air—satisfaction and rebellion and something else now. Something molten. Vicious.She stepped barefoot across the stone, each movement deliberate, ghostlike. Her reflection caught in the tall mirror by the armoire. She paused.Her hair spilled down her back in wild, damp waves. Her lips were swollen. Her skin bore the ghost of teeth that hadn’t touched her. The court would remember her like this. Carved in hunger. Drenched in firelight. Worshipped by no one, but stared at by all.And she had plans.Because Jasmine Wembley wasn’t going to wait for anyone’s war.She would bring it.She moved to the old trunk that sat in the shadows
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 48: THE ALPHA'S ULTIMATUM
The hall of the Blackfang court had never been this full.It seethed with wolves wrapped in silk and leather, hierarchy bleeding from every posture. They came from the highlands, from frozen outposts, from coastal dens, all of them summoned with urgency—called to witness something sacred.Or scandalous.Whispers coiled through the chamber like smoke... and in the center, lit by torches that painted her skin in gold and shadow, stood Jasmine.Not kneeling.Not flanked.Not claimed.And not wearing a damn thing but a black velvet wrap draped across her hips, cinched loosely, deliberately, the swell of one breast bared like a dare. Her throat gleamed with a thin gold collar—not one of submission, but dominance. A statement.She had dressed herself like temptation. She had arrived like war.And now, she waited.Roger stood at the end of the room—crowned not with silver or bone but with the weight of old blood and the throne behind him. Kade lurked in the shadows to his left, dressed in ar
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 47: DIVIDED PACK
The morning after Jasmine’s refusal rippled through Blackfang like a fever that refused to break.The walls of the keep held it tightly—this tension, this knowing. The scent of her still clung to the feasting hall, layered beneath spiced wine and sweat. The table had not been cleaned. The silk she’d torn from her body still draped the head of the table like a flag in a conquered land.Some called her queen.Others called her dangerous.But no one said nothing.The pack was splitting—and it began with a moan.In the sparring yards, blades clashed harder than usual. Warriors fought without training rules, without rhythm. Some bore the marks of restraint—teeth nearly sunk into throats. Others had already snapped. Blood speckled the stones.They were restless. Hungry. Caught in that maddening place between reverence and rage.And she hadn’t left her chambers since dawn.Inside, Jasmine stood naked at the window, her breath fogging the glass.She could feel them.Down below, Blackfang puls
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 46: ASPIRING LUNA
They called her to the hall with silver bells.Soft rings—delicate, deceptive—echoing through the stone corridors like a siren’s whisper. But Jasmine knew better.Silver didn’t mean celebration.It meant blood.The House of Solace had once called her with perfume. Velvet. The promise of coin and lust and safety stitched into the seams of her corset. Blackfang was older. Harsher. Here, women were courted like wolves in heat—through hunger and show of force. Jasmine didn’t flinch from either.She stepped into the council hall barefoot.Let them see.Let them remember.The gown she wore was the color of frostbite, a shade of bruised pearl that shifted under firelight, clinging to her skin like fog. It split down the sides, tied loosely at the hips, revealing glimpses of the body they all whispered about.The one no man had claimed.Yet.Her hair was unbound, rippling down her back like black water. Her eyes were lined in kohl, her lips painted with the deep, wine-red gloss she only wore
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 50: THE QUEEN'S REJECTION
The moon was full but shy, veiled behind bruised clouds that barely parted as morning cracked open like a ribcage.By the time the sun bled gold across Blackfang’s stone courtyard, the summons had already been issued. A gathering. A formal audience. The kind Jasmine had grown used to watching others endure, but never standing at the center of. This time, she was the center.And the wolves were hungry.The hall had been prepared. Silk banners in silver and blood-red swayed gently overhead, and the dais was polished until it gleamed like a throat just before the bite. Elders lined the curved walls in ceremonial coats, their eyes shining with curiosity, calculation, and desire.They wanted to see the girl who had upset their hierarchy.The Omega who didn’t kneel.And Roger stood waiting for her. Not in his usual black, but something close to regal—wolf-dark armor, burnished leather, silver threading at his cuffs. He looked like war dressed as royalty.But Jasmine didn’t come like a bride
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 45: THE EDGE OF MATING
The moon was lower now. Bleeding light into the forest like milk spilled from a broken cup.Jasmine didn’t sleep.She lay curled on her side in the stone-bedded clearing, the silk robe thrown half over her hips, the rest of her bare. Dew glistened along her skin. Her thighs still slick, still parted slightly, as if her body hadn’t gotten the message that he’d walked away.Roger.She’d tasted him on her tongue hours after he left. Bit down on her own moan just to keep from crying out for a man who made her body sing and then refused her the crescendo.She hated him.She hated that she liked it.She hated even more that she had never been this wet without being touched.But she wouldn’t beg. Not again.So she got up with the dawn, skin humming, aching, electric.By midday she had returned to the Blackfang compound—still barefoot, dirt painting her ankles, hair wild and tangled like the night had fucked her even if no one had.Wolves stared when she entered.Alpha-blooded males paused in
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 44: HEAT BENEATH THE MOON
The forest was thick with scent and silence.Moonlight poured like liquid bone through the canopy, washing the clearing in silver so bright it made the shadows seem alive. Jasmine stepped barefoot through the tall grass, her silk robe trailing behind her like smoke, her skin kissed by dew and the echo of unsatisfied hunger.She had run until the house vanished. Until the walls of Solace became a memory stitched into lace and velvet. Now there was only air. And trees. And him.Roger was already waiting.Leaning against an old stone outcropping like a beast who knew every inch of the territory he ruled. Shirtless. The long column of his throat gleaming in the light. Hands at his sides, not fisted—but still dangerous. The kind of danger that didn’t bark.The kind that hunted in stillness.Jasmine didn’t stop walking. Didn’t blink.She’d danced for them all. She’d moaned for the court like her body was music, like every sigh had teeth. But none of that had been real. Not like this.Roger
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 43: SHE DANCES IN SILK
The hall of Blackfang was lit with fire and wine. Braziers licked the stone walls with gold. Wolf-marked banners hung like silent witnesses above carved thrones and bone-polished floors. The court was gathered—Alphas in sharp collars, Elders draped in furs, Betas lounging with half-lidded eyes and full cups. The scent in the air was meat and smoke and want.And Jasmine stepped into it like sin wearing silk.Her robe fell in slow degrees, the fabric a blue so deep it could drown men. Beneath it—nothing. Just skin like velvet and shadow. Just her. Jasmine. Unwrapped, unveiled, deliberate.Music started low. Just strings at first, plucked soft enough to sound like breathing. Then drums. Slow and pulsing like a second heartbeat.Jasmine didn’t bow. Didn’t greet. Didn’t smile.She walked to the center of the court and let her robe fall.Gasps curled around the room like steam.She stood tall and bare beneath the firelight—her body not offered, not given, but commanding. Her breasts caught
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