All Chapters of whispers beneath the moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

"Well that was disappointing."daisy’s voice cut through the silence of the room like a sharp snap of elastic she came earlier this morning hope to get some news sorry boo. I didn’t even look up. I was already sprawled out on my bed, one arm flung over my face, trying to breathe through the sheer ache that pulsed between my thighs."I know, rightttt," I groaned, dragging the word out like it had weight. "I appreciate him doing the whole gentleman act, I do. But god, daisy. I can't stand his self-control. It's... it's infuriating."She flopped down beside me, her curls brushing my arm. "You're telling me the man had you backed up against the wall, hands all over you, lips and teeth and tongue doing things that would make a nun cry... and he still walked away?""Mmm-hmm," I grunted, biting my bottom lip at the memory. "Like a devil in a silk suit. He teased the hell out of me, got me so worked up my legs were shaking, and then just—poof—goodnight angel, walks away."daisy scoffed. "What

The moment I stepped out of the kitchen, I felt lighter — like I’d set something heavy down without even realizing I’d been carrying it.It wasn’t just the warmth of the bread still in my hands or the pleasant hum of chatter fading behind me. It was the way everyone had looked at me in there — not as an outsider, not as the woman who’d stumbled into the Nightfang Pack’s territory with baggage and broken edges. They’d looked at me like I belonged.For the first time, I could picture myself here… not just as Alex’s mate, but as the Luna of this castle.My chest swelled at the thought. My castle. My people. My place.Cherry stretched lazily in the back of my mind, her voice warm with pride. Finally. You’re starting to feel it. Took you long enough.I smiled as I made my way down the corridor, the image of Alex’s face flashing in my mind. I wanted to do something for him — something simple and ours. The constant duties, the endless meetings… we deserved a pause.So I headed toward the gar

His grin deepened, voice rich and certain. "I’ll follow you even to the pits of hell, my love."My cheeks warmed, the blush blooming again under his gaze. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said them, as though he meant every syllable, as though no force on earth could drag him from me. My pulse thrummed in my ears, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the air between us, mingling with the subtle fragrance of burning wood from the hearth.I smiled, a little secret curling at the corners of my lips. “Then follow me,” I murmured, stepping closer to him. Before he could move, I slipped a soft strip of fabric from my pocket and gently covered his eyes, tying the blindfold behind his head.He chuckled, low and warm, the sound vibrating through my chest. “A surprise?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.“It’s a surprise,” I confirmed, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “And you’re not allowed to open your eyes until I say so.”“Sure, my love,” he said, his grin audible