All Chapters of Full Moon Curse: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I look back at the closed door, confused. Before I hear the shuffle of feet and I turn to the giant room.Griffon walks out of what I’m assuming is the bathroom, his navy jeans hanging low on his hips, and shirt off, showing me every line and muscle he has to display.I swallow but make no other reaction. I can’t let his body be what finally makes me cave. I refuse.He walks closer to me, and I don’t move, still standing at the door. My arms chained in front of me still and looking into his eyes.I refuse to look down. I refuse to look down.I use the picture in my mind of him standing behind Cameron with a whip in his hand as a vice. Keeping me from caving to this bond.He smirks as he walks closer to me, like he knows I’m having trouble holding myself together.He stands in front of me and my face tilts back so I can maintain eye contact. His smirk widens, “You forget, I know you, Aspen. You’re not as strong as you portray yourself to be.” He purrs, his eyes roaming over my face, li

I feel like getting out of the actual cell portion of the fortress will be the hardest part, but I stick to the shadows. Slinking my back against the wall and trying my best to go unseen, and unheard.Auntie always told us stories about her times at school, and she said as long as she could get hidden, they couldn’t find her. I just have to stay hidden.I get closer to the entrance and look around the door at the guard sitting there in his chair.Sleeping.I nearly laugh, I guess Griffon doesn’t hold as tight a shift as he’d like to think. Goddess, I hope I don’t get caught. Griffon’s proven he doesn’t want to hurt me, after leaving my almost killing him going mostly unpunished, but that won’t save this man.I grit my teeth and strengthen my resolve; I have to do this. This is important. Hazel and her family need to get out of here.I slip by the guard easily and head down the nearest hallway, staying clear of where I know Griffon’s room is and trying to scent Cole or the twins.I fee

Her screams calm something inside of me. This bitch and the stupid witch tie for people I hate most in this world, right after myself. And since I still can’t find the fucking witch, Clara gets to suffer all of that hate herself.The knife sliding through her skin, makes me smile and that happens so rarely. It’s sick. I know that, but it doesn’t change my reaction to it.I plan on leaving her down here so I can marvel in her pain until the day I die. She doesn’t deserve an easy death; she deserves to suffer for everything.For everything she did to my mother, and father. For putting this pack in danger, for giving the witch access. For her parents. Goddess, she deserves this hell just as much as I deserve it.My time will come. I’ll pay for my mistakes, but until then, I’ll marvel and making her pay for hers.Aspen’s stubborn as fuck nature is driving me up a fucking wall as well. I don’t know how to handle everything she’s bringing up in me, so I’m taking that out on Clara too.Why t

I hear footsteps down the hall and Hazel and I both stopped talking to wait.Dallas comes into view and looks between us, like he’s seeing something for the first time. He turns his glare to me. “I was being nice placing you next to her. You better not make me regret it.” He growls and I smirk.“Her? Dallas, really? Do you not remember one of your best friend's names? One of Amy’s best friends? The one that helped her when you couldn’t. Made sure she stayed alive so she could come back to you?” I ask him, continuing to smirk the whole time.I can see Dallas physically stop himself from looking over at Hazel and his glare turns murderous towards me. “What did I say about that name?” He growls and I continue to smirk, “You said not to say it. But I’m guessing I’m on that very short do not hurt list that Griffon has, so I’ll risk it.” I say sweetly and his eyes narrow further.“What can we do for you, Dals?” I ask him and I swear I see a vein pop in his forehead. I keep the chuckle insid

I rush out of the dining room, the plan firm in my mind. I just have to trust her. She knows what she’s doing. She always knows what she’s doing.I put her wounds on the back burner, so I don’t rush in there and punch my brother in the throat for touching her.Everything has changed. This whole pack is like a prison cell, it was like the color has been sucked out of the place my parents grew up, where they fell in love, where everything good ever happened to them.I’m not naïve. I know life wasn’t sunshine and rainbows for them, but they were always end game. Always.They were the reason love felt so real to me, yet so unattainable. No one could ever love me the way my father loved my mother. But then I found him and my whole view of that changed. It was like a light at the end of a tunnel, and I was only able to see it because of the way my parents loved. I compared everything he ever did to what my father had done for my mother, and he never fell short. He’s my end game and this pla