บททั้งหมดของ Chasing my Luna : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 70: Giving In To FateUnlike most of the time though—I was half the way through the black sticky forest when I felt the knot between Kade and me, deluging the space with the pulse of connection, thick and unyielding. Whenever I walked away, it pulled me back. It was all I ever wanted, and every time I tried to shove it down, to ignore it, the damn thing flared hotter, burning up my veins like wildfire. I hated it. Hated how my body reacted to him, hated how my wolf purred in response to his presence, how she wanted him regardless of what he was.Elias must have felt it, too, because he sighed dramatically behind us. “So, are we all just not going to acknowledge how you two are giving off enough sexual tension to burn this whole forest down, or —”“Elias,” I snapped, my patience already threadbare.“What? All I’m saying is, if you two don’t deal with this, like, soon, I’m going to have to step in and —”A growl ripped through Kade’s throat so fast, so savagely, that Elias actua

Chapter 72 – The AwakeningJessica’s body was weightless, floating between this world and another. This energy flowed in her veins as nothing she had ever known: primal, ancient, wild.Her wrists no longer ached. The burns had vanished, her skin as unmarred as if silver had never sullied her. But she knew better. She had experienced the pain, the torture. She had been tied up, powerless to struggle, could hardly breathe as her captors smothered her.And now?She was free.As she steadied herself, her breath came out in slow measured exhales. Lucian had run. Lucian had run from her. This man, who had tormented her, who had taken pleasure in her pain, had seen into her eyes and ran.Why?The question twisted tight in her mind, but just as she was able to settle into it, footsteps sounded in the corridor beyond.They were coming.Think, Jessica. Think fast.Her body may have healed, but she wasn’t naïve enough to believe she was invincible. Not yet. Whatever power had set her free, whate

Chapter 74 – It’s His Way or The HighwayJessica inhaled sharply as the lunge of motion hurtled toward them.Instinct took over.She twisted, barely avoiding the collision as the figure slammed into Lucas, sending him tumbling to the forest floor. A growl reverberated in the trees, deep and guttural.Before Jessica could even react another shadow appeared, shimmering evil in the dark.They weren’t alone.A rogue.No—several.Her heart racing, she took a step back, surveying the trees. Lucas wrestled with the one that’d brought him down, his dagger glittering in the light as he slashed at the rogue’s flank.Jessica’s fists went clenched into fists. She had fought before. She had survived before.But this was different.These were rogues — fast, calculated. This wasn’t a random attack.They were waiting for her.She had hardly time to react before another lunged at her. She fell, rolled to the side and sprang up, her knee thumping between its ribs, then she slammed her elbow into its ba

Chapter 76 — The Devil in the DetailsTo be sure, Kade walked forward, his shape silhouetted by a sun on the rise. Behind him, a group of warriors stood—his pack, their faces grim and unreadable. But it wasn’t their presence that made Jessica’s blood run cold; it was the way Kade was looking at her. His eyes flashed with a heat she couldn’t read — anger? Betrayal? Or something else that is much more dangerous?“Kade,” she gasped, her voice a whisper.He didn’t answer immediately, looking around at the scene in front of him, the roar of battle still raging around them, Lucas standing close by Jessica, protective as ever, and Selene leaning in the shadows, her expression unreadable. At last he spoke, a low voice laced with steel.“You’re not making this easy for me.”Jessica’s stomach churned. She had anticipated some anger from him after walking out so suddenly — but this? This felt different. As if he already knew everything.“What are you doing here?” she said, moving closer despite

Chapter 78 – The Bleeding Walls The voice slithered through the air like smoke, wrapping itself around Jessica’s throat and squeezing until her breath hitched. It wasn’t just the words—it was the weight behind them, heavy with malice and power. She recognized it immediately, though she’d never heard it aloud before. This was no ordinary presence; this was something ancient, something primal. “Who are you?” Jessica demanded, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound strong. Her father chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction as he gestured toward the shadows pooling at the edges of the room. From the darkness emerged a figure cloaked in black, its form shifting unnaturally, as if it were made of liquid shadow. Its face—if it could be called that—was featureless, save for two glowing red slits where eyes should have been. “I am what you’ve feared most,” the figure said, its voice layered with echoes, as though countless voices spoke in unison. “I