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Chapter 18: LEAVING THE HOUSE OF SOLACE
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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
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 42: A FEAST OF EYES
The scent hit her before the sound did.Heat. Musk. Wine. Sweat.It rolled through the corridor like fog rising from a river of want.Jasmine moved slowly, deliberately, each step echoing down the long marble hall as if the stones themselves remembered desire. Her gown... if it could be called that... clung like a lover’s tongue. Bare-backed, slit high enough to scandalize saints, it was black velvet cut into sin, dripping off her hips in heavy, deliberate waves. No jewelry. No perfume. Just skin... scented by instinct.She didn’t knock at the great door.She didn’t ask for permission.She pushed it open.And walked into the room like a lit match dropped in a drought.It wasn’t a party.It was a ritual.Laughter, moans, the low growl of wolves who hadn’t shifted, who clung to human form only because flesh allowed more access. Cushions scattered across the floor. Torches flickering. Silk sheets hanging from beams like captured ghosts. And in the center of it all—power.Naked, glowing,
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 41: HOWLING THROUGH PAIN
Jasmine didn’t sleep.She didn’t need to.Not after what Kade had pulled from her with nothing but breath and bruises and a mouth that refused to beg.The bruises bloomed beautifully. One along her collarbone in the shape of his knuckles. A crescent above her ribcage from when he slammed her into the dirt. Scratches down her thigh—his claws, not her own.She traced them now, fingers feather-light. The sting made her hiss through her teeth... and smile.This wasn’t pain.This was proof.Proof that her body could ache and want at the same time. That she could take what most women were trained to flinch from. That even the wildest of wolves would walk away panting when she said enough.And she had said it.Right before she shoved him off, right before her teeth scraped down his jawline and left blood in her wake, right before she laughed in his face and told him…“You fight like a man who’s never had to fuck for survival.”He hadn’t followed her after that.But she knew he would.Eventua
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 40: KADE'S TURN
The training ring behind the Blackfang barracks wasn’t meant for elegance. No chandeliers here. No velvet. Just dirt, sweat, and the constant reek of dominance battles pressed into the ground. The torches ringed the space in flickering amber light, casting long shadows across the dust-caked stone.Jasmine stood at the edge, barefoot, her hair braided tightly down her back. The skin beneath her black tunic gleamed with the aftermath of heat and moonlight. She cracked her knuckles one at a time, slow, deliberate, as if each pop of bone was a declaration.Kade leaned against the wooden post, shirtless. Scarred. Smirking. His eyes didn’t leer—they challenged. “I didn’t think you’d show.”“Then you haven’t been paying attention,” Jasmine said, stepping into the ring.He followed, slow, dragging his gaze over her body. Not with lust.With calculation.The circle was silent. No guards. No pack. Just the two of them. The air between them charged like lightning about to break.“No weapons?” he
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 39: BLOOD AND SEDUCTION
The moon hung like a bleeding eye in the sky, full and swollen, casting a silver heat across the courtyard stones. The night air pulsed with tension. Jasmine stood in the middle of Blackfang's sacred arena, not in chains, not bound... but wrapped in silk that clung to her curves like a whispered sin.Her gown was black and sheer, slit to her hips on either side, baring the strong lines of her legs, the shimmer of oil on skin. Gold ink marked the swell of her breasts and the dip of her collarbone, painted in ancient sigils meant to test her lineage, to confirm what she already knew:She was no one’s prey.A low growl echoed from the stone gallery above her. Dozens of wolves watched. Elders. Alphas. Blooded warriors. And somewhere in the dark, Roger watched too.She could feel him.She always felt him.The Elders had called it a "proving". A final rite. But Jasmine saw it for what it was—an excuse. A challenge wrapped in ritual. They wanted to break her open and see what spilled out. Th
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 38: THE SECOND BITE
The night breathed differently in Blackfang’s woods. It didn’t exhale; it growled.Mist curled low around the roots, wrapping trees in a hush of threat. The moon hung swollen and voyeuristic above the treetops, casting silver onto moss and broken stone……like a god that never looked away.Jasmine walked barefoot.Not like a girl wandering lost.Not like a woman in need of saving.But like something sacred and sovereign……a dark prayer wearing skin.The House of Solace was long behind her, a velvet memory soaked in perfume and rules. Here, there were no locked rooms. No soft warnings. Just the scrape of her heel against bark and the cold kiss of night on her thighs.The hem of her thin nightdress clung wet to her skin. It had rained earlier……and the damp fabric caressed her hips with every step, translucent and hungry. Her hair was unbound, wild as the wind threading through it. Her body, still aching from what she had done to herself hours ago, was a live wire stretched tight across the
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 37: TOUCHLESS RELEASE
The morning that followed wasn’t silent. It was humming.It lived in the skin.Jasmine stood by the window, nude from the waist up, the pale gold of the morning casting shadows beneath her breasts and over the gentle ridges of her collarbone. Her robe hung open, loosely knotted around her hips, but her skin felt too hot to bother closing it. The breeze snuck through the crack in the stone frame, light and teasing, like a mouth she couldn't name.She hadn't slept.She'd writhed.And she remembered everything.Every breath, every pulse, every push of her fingers inside herself while Roger watched like a starving wolf behind the door. He thought he had hidden. He hadn't. She'd known from the moment his scent darkened the hallway. Known the way his hunger folded into the air like thunder beneath silk.And she had invited it.But not him.Not yet.The ache between her thighs hadn't faded. It pulsed now, even in daylight, even in stillness. Not from need.From power.Because she'd left him
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 36: HE WATCHES FROM SHADOWS
The scent of jasmine clung to the hallway long after she had passed.Roger stood in the corridor’s bend, half-wrapped in darkness, one shoulder braced against cold stone as the torchlight flickered and hissed at his side. The night had turned still... unnaturally so. No guards. No footsteps. Not even the rustle of wind beyond the window’s slits.Only her.And the sound of her breath through the crack beneath the door.He had not meant to follow. Not really. He’d told himself it was coincidence. That he just happened to be walking the northern wing when her scent trailed him like silk on fire. But now he was here... silent, still, and very much aware of the war in his blood.Inside the room, the air was thick with heat.Not the kind that came from firelight or furs.The kind that curled between thighs and wet the sheets in silence.She was alone. She thought she was alone.And Jasmine… Jasmine was unraveling.He didn’t need to see her to know it. The way her body moved, the stifled sou
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 35: FIRST HEAT
The room was stone and shadow.No candles. No fire. Just moonlight spilling in through a narrow window like the eye of something ancient.... watching. Waiting. The door had locked behind her with a click that settled into her spine like a second heartbeat. Jasmine didn’t call for help. Didn’t test the handle. She knew what this was.Her breath bloomed white in the cold air.The bed was made of furs. Soft, thick, piled high atop rough wood. No sheets. No modesty. The scent of wolves lingered in the fibers... feral, warm, masculine. Jasmine stood at the center of it all, arms loose at her sides, heart thudding in a slow, rising rhythm.It was starting.The letter they had never written, the prophecy they never dared speak aloud, the shift that came not in teeth and claws but in sweat and ache.Her first heat.Not the fluttering lust she’d conjured for show. Not the control she used like silk gloves.This... this was fire beneath the skin. It rose up her thighs like a fever. Coiled behin
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