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Iris. Night… The room is shrouded in darkness when I step in. I exhale heavily and shut the door, flicking the lights on. My thoughts won’t stay still, they keep circling back to the remarkable moments I shared with Mum today. The conversation we had about Gerald and me. Just the thought of confessing to him gives me goose bumps. I strip off my slacks and step toward the closet and then freeze. Gerald, seated on the window cushion, eyes on me. “Gerald.” I breathe, fast, hard. His gaze darkens as he rises, slow, deliberate. Desire and danger all at once. My throat dries at the way he looks at me. His gaze never waving. “When did you get back?” My voice cracks. “I got back hours ago.” His tone is low, controlled, but the rage in his eyes is unmistakable. Not at me, at something else. “Your phone was here, blaring all day. And the guards said you walked past them and down the road.” A shudder ripples through me as I realize the reason for his rage. The thought of losing me. My h
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Agnes Herewit. Minutes later… I stare at this woman, reeling from the story she just spilled. My daughter. My Iris. Her words still echo in my skull like a curse. She spoke of ancient magic, the kind whispered about in hushed voices when I was young. She claimed Gerald used it on her. Gerald? By Eliora, what kind of madness is this? Pain sears my chest, anger prickling sharp and hot. “Look.” I snap, my tone cutting sharper than I intend. “I know you’ve helped me with the pack, but that doesn’t give you the right to break into my home…” “I didn’t break in, Mum. I found the keys where you always left them.” Her interruption twists the knife inside me. My gaze sharpens. My voice drops low, steel. “Luna, anyone could’ve found those keys if they’d been watching me.” I push to my feet, ready to throw her out, but her next words freeze me mid step. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I called you ‘Mum’ that day? The day I passed out here?” I whirl to face her. The truth of it claws at me.
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 80
Iris. Saturday, 12th July, four days later… Morning. I’ve had nightmares for days on end. Dreams where I fall, endlessly, and no one catches me. Until suddenly, I’m submerged in blood. Drowning in it. And then Gerald pulls me out, only for him to shift into his wolf and lick every drop of blood off my skin. When he morphs back, his eyes lock on mine, and he asks me to stand by his side against the entire world. This morning, the same fevered vision yanks me from sleep. My reflection in the mirror stares back at me with wide, haunted eyes. If I don’t leave this house right now, I’ll lose my mind. I shower, throw on a simple pink day dress that hides the scar Erianna gave me years ago, twist my hair into a messy bun, and head downstairs. At the bottom of the staircase, I run straight into her. Erianna. My feet freeze of their own accord, heart pounding. Not from fear, but from memory. Instinct. She blocks my path, her face smug, and suddenly I see her as she was that day, rippin
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 79.
Gerald. Night… It’s 10:58 p.m. when I finally have a moment to myself. The words from tonight’s meeting still echo in my head. ‘We cannot end an age old tradition because of an aggrieved widow. Simon’s widow is only sad that her mate was taken from her. Would she have petitioned if Gerald had fallen instead? I don’t think so.’ That argument sparked a storm. Elders murmured and clashed, voices rising, while we Alphas sat silent in our booth. Watching. Carrying the mantle of leadership, once a symbol of strength, now a burden that weighed like iron chains. None of us had the courage to say what we feared most. A widow had done what we could not. Even now, my chest tightens at the image of Simon’s mate weeping before the world. Her grief mirrored in so many others, women and men robbed of warmth, of the one soul they lived for. Seeing her only deepened what I already knew; every moment with my mate is priceless. I can’t waste them. Once in bed, I reach for my phone. My heart settle
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Iris. Tuesday, 8th July, three days later… Evening. I’m out on the terrace, staring helplessly into the garden. Rain falls in quiet sheets, soaking everything, cold and heavy. But it isn’t the wet or the chill that dampens my mood. It’s the dangerous truth I’m hiding, one I can’t bring myself to share. It presses down on me until my chest feels hollow, my heart drowning in guilt. For three days now, I’ve fought the urge to run to my mother, my real mother, Agnes Herewit and collapse in her lap. More than once I’ve sat in the car, hands trembling on the wheel, ready to drive to her. But every time I start the engine, I remember. To her, I am the kind Luna who redeemed her from shame. Not the guilty daughter who once dragged her name through the mud. And Gerald, gods, Gerald. The very qualities I once condemned, I now crave. Methodical. Careful. Compassionate. A true leader. Responsible. Sexy as hell. It’s always been him. Yet I tossed him aside for Patrick. Patrick, the charming f
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Gerald.Later…I noticed how anxious and flighty Iris was all morning at breakfast. She kept darting her gaze at everyone with those wild, unblinking eyes, and it set me on edge. I wondered if it was the medication or lack of sleep. When Erianna stepped in, I could feel the weight of their silent clash. Still, I got distracted by a call about the border, something about new fences and tension among the folks there. So now I’m here.“Have the fence torn down, Alpha. Our ancestors didn’t live with barriers between them. Frank Medow’s just trying to copy the city wolves. They barricade themselves. No communal life. Silvaton Ridge has always survived on good living,” Mr. Kemble insists, his voice sharp. He’s a leader out here on the east border, respected, stubborn.My brows knit as I study the fence. He’s not wrong. Our people survived by living as one, sharing and protecting each other. But some of the newer folks, like Frank, don’t know our ways. He grew up in the city, only came bac
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