All Chapters of The Moon's Dark Embrace: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stare at her in disbelief, not liking the way she’s looking at me: like I’m a cockroach or some other disgusting thing she just stepped in. What the hell could she possibly want from me, anyway? Deciding to play it cool, I clear my throat and ask, “Can I help you with something?”She snorts, the corner of her mouth twitching in a sneer. “Help me?That’s a laugh. No, you can’t help me, Nyx; I don’t need your help.”I can feel my hackles going up, but the last thing I need is to let my mouth get away from me with a senior student. Biting the inside of my lip, I reply, “Then I guess I’m gonna have to ask you to excuse me. It’s late, and I’m still getting used to these hours.”Hoping that will do the trick, I move to slide past her, but she steps easily to the left, blocking my path. “Are you seriously playing coy now?” Addison demands, crossing her arms. “You must think I’m completely stupid.” The aggression in her voice is enough to give me pause, and when I look up, I see nothing but

He levels me a stare that suggests he doesn’t give a shit. “I’m going to whip that very perfect ass of yours until you run faster. We don’t have all day.”I glare at him, completely and utterly shocked that he is dead serious. About my ass being perfect and the fact he is going to whip me with shadows until I run as fast as he wants.“This is why you don’t have friends, by the way,” I point out. He laughs. “I have a girlfriend, so perhaps you’re wrong.”I narrow my eyes at him. We stare each other down in the thick of the forest. Nothing but a few birds chirping as they wake up to make any sounds. “Touch me with that again, and I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”“How?” he taunts, stepping closer. Sometimes I feel like he’s a shadow sent from hell just to torment me. “You couldn’t kill a fly right now, and that’s the whole point of our private training.”The way he says private sounds downright seductive.I don’t have an answer for him, and I hate that he has called me out on the sheer fa

Thanks,” he says, running his hand through his hair as I open the door to the training room. As we walk through the doors together, I nearly run straight into Atlas. Atlas pauses and looks between us, his eyes narrowing before he’s at my side, pulling me by my waist and kissing me deeply with Tobias right at my side. I don’t mistake it as anything but jealousy, but it is a possessive kind of jealousy that I didn’t expect from Atlas. This is so not normal for a fake relationship. Not that I have a ton of experience or anyone to ask.His tongue slides into my mouth, deepening the kiss, his lips pressing harshly onto mine as he takes everything he wants, and I feel that kiss everywhere on my body as he slowly breaks away. His large hands stay around my waist, but he lets me turn, my cheeks burning red as I face Tobias.Tobias looks nothing but furious, his eyes flashing with his wolf, but he doesn’t say a word. Atlas only responds with a low growl that has Tobias reluctantly walking away

So how are classes going?” Tobias asks as he and I mosey along one of the outside balconies. The sprawling castle grounds extend into the distance below us, and even though the air is brisk, the sun is out and shining in full force. Ivy was nowhere to be found when we met up, and I can only hope that Addison hasn’t turned her into some kind of errand girl like she usually does. I’d say that goes outside the bounds of our mentee requirements, but Ivy is too kind to say anything, and after Addison attacking me, neither one of us want to test her again.I chuckle and elbow him playfully. “You sound like my parents.”Tobias grins, laughing. “Now that you mention it, maybe I should start asking to see your report card.”“Checkmate,” I fire back. “We don’t get report cards here.” My smile wavers. “Not that I’m complaining or anything. I don’t need a grade to know that I’m failing.”“Still can’t get the hang of it, huh?” Tobias asks, leaning back against the railing.I shake my head. “I’ve t

I’m not sure how long I drift away in dreamland, but eventually images start to filter back to me from the darkness along with a dark, midnight scent that relaxes me. It’s hard to tell which of them are real and which of them are just figments of my pain-riddled imagination, but I become aware of movement, and the sensation of someone’s hard and firm body against mine. The grassy ground is a blur, and I can see the faint outlines of trees in the darkness around us. I’m on my back, being carried by a set of strong arms, and although I can hear frantic, muffled voices around me, I’m too woozy to make out what they’re saying. I try to look around, but all I can see before I succumb to the blood and pain is Atlas’ crescent-shaped scar. His eyes like diamonds cutting into my soul and branding me from the inside out.The pain is still there when I come to, but it’s duller than it was before, and the grogginess seems to have lifted. I don’t have any sense of what time it is or where I am, b