All Chapters of MOONLIGHT MAKES HIM CRANKY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 20: The Forbidden Art Of Entanglement The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The front door to Porter and Conway's living quarters had slammed against the nearby wall as he stepped inside still carrying the younger lad in his arms like a bride across the threshold. He swiftly kicked the door closed and carefully balanced Porter's body in his arms. Conway walked toward Porter's bedroom easily laying him down on his bed by way of the edge but took a moment as he scooted him to the center and their eyes locked briefly. The scent of arousal and the sensation of Porter's soft touch against Conway's chest had sent the Alpha instincts into overdrive and he'd been unable to suppress them. Porter himself found it difficult to utter a sentence let alone take his hands off Conway's chest for a few moments as there had been an awkward silence and a pause between them that had only offered room for labored breaths on each of their parts. C

Chapter 22: The Wonders Of Moonlust The Tavern, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Loud music and more than a few rounds of pool greeted a slightly jilted and rut-induced Conway Rollins as he made his way down to the local bar called The Tavern for something of an old-time feel. It was the perfect place to escape and unwind for a guy like him and it was often well noted that he frequented the place from time to time. His mind had been reeling from his near-on romp with the new arrival Porter Fulton and he wasn't too keen on his behavior regarding how it all went down. His beast blood boiled in his veins and he had a difficult time attempting to keep his mind from falling victim to the rut that had overtaken him in the moments he spent with Porter, but it had been to no avail as his throbbing cock seemed to take precedence over his sense of self in after his departure from his bungalow. He'd been a slave to its impulses once before, during his days

Chapter 24: The Unintended Reveal Of A Long Kept Secret The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Once more Porter Fulon found himself awakening in the middle of the night, he yawned and stretched before climbing out of bed, not at all taking note of how quickly his sprained ankle had healed after a good bit of rest. It had appeared that Mr. Fowler had known what he'd been talking about, even if his advice seemed outlandish and outdated. He'd been well keen on the physiology of a werewolf and as a result knew what was best for them due to his study of the old ways, ways long forgotten by those who had grown accustomed to a lifestyle of wealth and privilege among other things. Porter yawned once more as he shuffled into the front room and made his way instinctively toward the bathroom, he'd been so preoccupied with his aching bladder that he forgot that he didn't bother to notice that someone had already been occupying the bathroom. He fo

Chapter 26: That Awkward FeelingThe Bathroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton did not know what to do with himself as he stood amid the warm stream from the shower contemplating what had transpired between himself and his hulking brute of a roommate. He barely caught his breath before venturing into the shower hoping to linger long enough for Conway to lose interest in him before he headed out to get to class. He had not known what had come over them, the past few hours ever since their encounter beneath The infamous Knoting Tree, but he was sure it wasn't going to go away on its own. While he knew next to nothing about being a werewolf or their odd customs, he had been of the mind to speak to Mr. Fowler and ask him about it. He was more than sure the older wolf could enlighten him as to why he and Conway had suddenly been unable to keep their collective hands off each other. Porter sighed as he stood beneath the water trying his

Chapter 28: An Unseemly Friendship The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had nearly jumped out of his own skin at the sound of the strange blue-haired girl Embery's voice coming from behind him as he sat alone during lunch with his tray across his lap as he dangled from a short wall amid a few well-kept bushes and succulents. It was a reasonably comfortable place with a bit of cool shading due to the plants and a central view of the courtyard. Embrey had been a rather skilled young woman projecting her voice by way of what Porter recognized to have been magic as he turned his attention to the now giggling blue-haired girl who carried a strange-looking wand as she stood beside him as if she'd popped up out of thin air. "Ahhh!" said Porter in shock as she popped up before him, still a bit on edge from his encounter with Conway. Embrey couldn't seem to help herself as she laughed at his expense. Porter narrowed his eyes at the gir