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Chapter 37: TOUCHLESS RELEASE
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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
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 34: ALL EYES ON HER MOUTH
The hall where the pack gathered was nothing like the opulence of the House of Solace. There were no velvet drapes, no mirrored ceilings, no honeyed perfume clinging to the air. Here, the walls were stone and rough timber, the hearths spitting with flames that cast long shadows over iron fixtures. But the men inside still lounged like kings, still held their drinks with slow arrogance and watched her like they deserved to devour her.Jasmine walked through the smoke and warmth, and the world narrowed to the sway of her hips and the flick of her gaze. She wore black. Not mourning-black, not submission-black. Her gown was midnight silk, slit to her hip, with sheer panels that shimmered like water. No jewelry. No paint. Just lips the color of bruised plums and a mouth that moved like a prayer half-spoken.She didn’t need more than that.She never had.The table in the center of the room had been cleared, chairs drawn into a wide circle like the inner court of some ancient judgment. Dozen
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 33: THE COUNCIL'S TEST
The walls were older in this wing of the stronghold. Stone layered over stone, blackened in some places with old fire, smoothed in others by the brush of bodies long dead. The floor clicked beneath Jasmine’s heels... polished, echoing, deliberate. Everything in Blackfang was too deliberate.She walked like the click of her steps meant something.And maybe they did.Her dress was midnight blue and slit up the side, scandalously high. It swayed with every step like it had been poured onto her skin instead of sewn. The bodice pressed tight against her ribs, her breasts half-swallowed in silk and suggestion. No jewelry. No scent. Just her.No one had told her what to wear for the Council’s convening. But she had learned long ago… if men want you clothed in fear, show up in skin instead.She had painted her lips the same wine-red as the blood she’d once tasted on her tongue after biting back a scream. She didn’t scream anymore.At the doors, two guards stepped aside. One wouldn’t meet her
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