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Chapter 64: PAINTED QUEEN
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A Luna And A Whore Chapter 83: A KISS THAT BURNS
The court had not risen.Even as the fire burned low and the circle’s scent turned thick with salt, sex, and prophecy, not one wolf dared move.The sky still hadn’t returned her stars.And Jasmine hadn’t blinked.She stood in the center, barefoot in ash and blood, hips flushed with the bruise of Roger’s grip and thighs slick with his seed. Her chest rose in slow, deliberate rhythm... not from breath, but from control. Moonlight glazed her skin like a second sweat. She had taken their alpha. She had fucked him into prayer. And still... it wasn’t enough.Because something else had kissed her.Not his mouth.Not the fire.But power.And it burned.It burned beneath her skin like fever and memory and hunger not hers alone. Like a mouth had opened inside her... and found it liked the taste of her spine.“Jasmine...”Roger’s voice—low, raw—reached for her like a tether.But she didn’t look at him.She took a step forward and the fire trembled.The ash curled in her wake, like it knew her no
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 82: THE NIGHT THE MOON STOOD STILL
The moon hung too close.Not in a way that made sense to the body or the sky...... but in that bone-deep, blood-borne way that made wolves forget how to speak and remember how to howl. It wasn’t just full. It was ancient. Wide and open like an eye that didn’t blink.And beneath it, Jasmine knelt bare beneath the stars.No furs. No silk. No crown.Only skin kissed by ash and sweat and the remnants of what she’d claimed.Behind her, the fire circle roared.The entire Blackfang court stood in silence, the edges of the trees crackling with reverence. Elders with inked throats. Warriors with their weapons abandoned at their feet. Pack girls trembling behind masks of paint. All of them watching.She turned her face to the heavens, throat exposed, spine curved in offering. Roger stood behind her, shirtless, his chest marked with her teeth. The symbol scorched into him wasn’t one of dominance... it was devotion.And still, the air waited.They hadn’t touched yet. Not tonight.Not since the co
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 81: SEX IN FIRELIGHT
The fire was not for warmth.It crackled in the center of the stone ring, a column of heat and hunger reaching toward the moonless sky. Around it, the wolves of Blackfang stood in a wide circle, their bodies painted in soot and ash, their eyes reflecting fire and fever.And Jasmine walked into that circle like a storm.Barefoot. Draped in nothing but a veil of crimson silk so sheer it dared the flames to light her skin. Her lips were wine-dark. Her hair spilled like shadow down her back. Every step was a sentence. Every glance, a sentence passed.No music played. No horns blew. There was no priest.This was not a wedding.This was a claiming.And Roger stood at the other end of the circle, shirtless, scarred, his chest rising with the weight of what he was about to do. The moon had hidden behind clouds. But the gods watched.The pack parted for her. They had no choice.She stopped before Roger and tilted her chin up.“On your knees,” he said.And Jasmine smiled."No."A murmur rippled
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 80: COUNCIL IN RUINS
The doors of the High Hall opened, and silence cracked like ice over water.She walked in barefoot.No guards. No courtiers. No warnings. Just the sound of her heel-less steps whispering across the stone. Her thighs glistened. Her throat was bruised. Her mouth painted in a red that wasn't lipstick.The High Council had gathered like wolves sniffing a corpse. They’d heard. Of course they’d heard. The walls themselves carried her moans and his gasps like gospel. There’d been whispers at dawn—murmurs behind goblets and clenched jaws.They called her temptress. Witch. Whore.But none dared say it out loud.Because the man seated at the top of the hall—the Alpha, the Almighty—wore the bruise of her bite like a holy mark on his neck. His crown sat lopsided. His jaw, tight. His voice, gone.And Jasmine?She didn’t bow.She smiled.It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t kind. It was the slow curl of a storm cloud, black and blooming. She didn’t sit. She didn’t wait to be addressed.She placed her hand on
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 79: REVERSED CLAIMING
The moon was brutal that night.Low. Heavy. Red as an open mouth.It watched from above like a voyeur starved of touch, and in the quiet chamber where silk met stone, Jasmine stood bare and breathing in the hunger of a man who thought he knew what it meant to be Alpha.Roger didn’t speak. Didn’t dare.She had stripped the word from him the moment his knees hit the floor hours before. Now, he sat at the edge of the bed, naked but for the sheen of sweat across his shoulders, gaze lowered—not in submission, but reverence. He wasn’t broken. That would have been too easy.She didn’t want his ruin.She wanted his restraint.Jasmine stepped into him, slow and barefoot. The curve of her calf brushed his thigh. His jaw clenched.But he didn’t move.Good.Her fingers ghosted across his chest—not to explore. To own. She read the scars like scripture, mouth close enough that her breath made him shiver.“You’ve marked women before, haven’t you?” she murmured, letting her nail skim a slash across h
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 78: ROGER BOWS
The cloak burned under her soles.Not from fire. Not from magic. But from knowing—that this man, this Alpha with the blood of a thousand wolves under his belt, had just placed his legacy beneath her feet.And Jasmine stepped on it like she’d been born to.The chamber behind her was still ringing from the trial’s aftermath. The silence wasn’t reverent.It was raw.The kind of quiet that followed a kill.The kind that made you forget breath, made you look twice to be sure you weren’t about to be torn apart.Roger hadn’t moved.Not after kneeling. Not after watching her walk across the cloak he’d bled for in the old wars.He simply rose.Slow.Measured.The kind of rise that made walls remember they were stone.His gaze swept her—bare, glowing, slick with the echo of heat and command—and something in his jaw ticked like a warning.He didn’t speak.Not yet.She walked past the council. Past the women with pearl-slicked throats and the elders who had once whispered of her as nothing more t
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