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Chapter 83: A KISS THAT BURNS
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A Luna And A Whore Chapter 87: ROGER WOUNDED
The battlefield was already cooling when she saw him fall.Not in surrender.Not in death.But in the kind of collapse that breaks something permanent.Roger didn’t cry out. He didn’t scream. He hit the earth the way mountains do when they finally remember gravity. Hard. Slow. Final.The wolves were still howling, still huddled and licking wounds or limping toward each other like survivors of some forgotten god’s wrath. Jasmine had been walking back to the shattered stone ring, barefoot and blood-drunk, her pulse still singing in her wrists. And then—She turned.And the world went silent.There he was. Bent in the waist. Blood leaking from beneath his ribs like something sacred. One knee in the dirt. One hand pressed into the ground like it might keep him tethered to the living.He looked up at her, and there was nothing regal in his face. Nothing cruel. Just a man who had given everything and hadn’t noticed it until now.Jasmine didn’t run.She walked.Slow.Like every step was a de
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 86: THE MOON FALLS
The moon wasn’t just full.It was swollen. Veined. Drenched in crimson like it had swallowed a war.And below it, the land burned.Not with fire—no. With bodies. With howls. With lust-turned-fury and oaths turned feral. The clearing where Jasmine stood was carved from violence. The earth had already begun drinking. Blood soaked the grass like wine poured too greedily, and the air was thick with it... hot, metallic, intoxicating.The first scream didn’t come from a throat. It came from the earth.And Jasmine answered it.She didn’t wear armor. She wore her own skin. Painted in ash, blood, and memory. Her hair hung in dark waves, damp from sweat and the night’s fever. Around her throat... the pendant Elora had once given her. Still shining. Still sharp.She wasn’t the kind of queen they’d expected.She was the kind of queen they deserved.And now... she had come to collect.The first rogue lunged from the trees—a blur of fur and fang. Too fast for a human. Too arrogant for a survivor.J
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 85: UNLEASHED
The wind moved first.Not the trees. Not the wolves.The wind.It slid between bodies like fingers through hair, like tongues across skin, humming with something ancient… something awakened. It carried the copper heat of blood and the crushed sweetness of jasmine petals. It whispered names none of them had spoken in decades. Names like prayers. Names like curses.And at the center of it all—Jasmine.Not Jasmine the courtesan. Not Jasmine the captive. Not even Jasmine the whisper in Blackfang’s filthy court.No.She stood half-naked in the courtyard, the scraps of silk clinging to her body like shadows that didn’t want to let go. Her skin glowed gold in the firelight, kissed with dirt, smoke, and bruises she hadn’t earned—she’d taken. Her hair coiled wild around her shoulders, wind-lifted like a crown made from hunger and lightning.She didn’t look like a Luna.She didn’t even look like a woman anymore.She looked like something they’d buried long ago…… and were stupid enough to think
A Luna And A Whore Chapter 84: ROGUES DESCEND
The wind came in sharp from the north.Not cold. Not yet. But biting.It carried no scent of pine. No smell of moss. Just rot and ruin and blood not yet spilled.The guards smelled it first. Wolves posted along the ridges, high on the stone walls of Blackfang, noses twitching, eyes narrowed. Something ancient curled in the belly of the air. Wrong. Familiar. Like the taste of iron on a blade you forgot you were still holding.Then came the first cry.Not a howl.A scream.It broke from the eastern watchtower like a throat torn open—ripped from the belly of a man who never expected to feel that much fear before his death. Then silence. Then nothing.Then the second scream, this time from the southern slope. Then a third. A fourth.Then silence again.Too perfect. Too coordinated.Too late.Jasmine stood at the upper balcony of the northern spire, hair wild from the wind, robes whipping behind her like they were made of smoke. She watched it come. She didn't blink. Didn't move.Because s
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
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