All Chapters of Beasts of the Moon : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Iris.Present day. New York. June, 2025.Three years later…“Iris…”That deep, rich, unforgettable voice. My breath hitches in my throat. His mouth grazes the inside of my thigh with a feathery kiss. I gasp, my back arching as heat unfurls in my belly. The sheets twist in my fists. I’m already trembling in response to this carnal sin.“Let me take you there…” he whispers against my skin.I close my eyes and part my legs for him. His head lowers between my legs. The rasp of his tongue strokes over my clit, teasing, coaxing. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat. My hips rise for him. My walls clench, eager and desperate for him. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, his fingers working inside me, slow and steady, so skilled, so devastating.“I’m coming…” I gasp, barely above a whisper.And I don't lie. I fall apart under his touch, pleasure crashing through me in waves that leave me breathless. I'm suddenly boneless. As the aftershocks shudder through me, he lifts his head, his eye

Iris.As the words leave Josh’s ugly mouth, his fangs gleam in the light.I freeze. My blood runs cold.“NO, Josh! Don’t…!” Dinah’s scream shatters the moment.But it’s too late. One of them lunges at her. His teeth sink into her neck. I watch, helplessly, as her eyes stretch wide, pain, fear, disbelief, before they roll back and she crumples. Blood spills down her chest. The vampire lifts his mouth, blood staining his lips, his eyes wild.They just killed her. Right in front of me.I don’t think. I grab my coffee and hurl it into Josh’s face. He screeches, recoiling, and I bolt. My legs move on pure instinct.The bell above the diner door rings as I slam into it, stumble outside. The cold rain assaults me. Sheets of water blur my vision. My chest heaves, lungs burning.I'm pushing through the gushing rain. “Get her! She’s mine!” Josh roars behind me.They’re close. Fast.I push harder, legs aching, heart slamming in my chest. I'm cold. The road is slick beneath me. My shoes splash t

Iris.“Comfortable?” His voice slices through the silence, low and calm.A beat. Once. Twice. I breathe in, shaky. “Yes,” I whisper.Even in the dark, I feel his eyes on me, sharp and glowing. Watching. Assessing. Seductive? I don't know. Maybe not. “Good,” he says, his tone gentle, almost like a caress. He suddenly leaps.In a single, breathtaking motion, his body coils and launches us into the air. His muscles flex around me. I gasp, clutching him tighter as the world vanishes beneath us. The wind rushes against my face, my breath stolen in the moment of flight.I don’t feel fear. Just shock and adrenaline and exhilaration.We land hard with a thud. He absorbs the full impact with ease. How is that possible?“You can open your eyes now.”I blink them open, heart still pounding. We’re in front of a car. Headlights on. Driver’s side door wide open. I recognize it. The same car from when I ran, earlier. He lowers me gently by the passenger side and opens the door. He’s still naked,

Gerald. The pull of electricity that just passed between us, I felt it. And from the way her eyes lock on mine, wide and unblinking, I know she felt it too. It pulses from her veins. Those eyes. Twin black orbs. Piercing. Familiar. It's like I've known her before. Maybe in another life. Certainly not this one. Her silvery blonde hair is a tangled mess, twisted into a careless bun. Her cheekbones, sharp, defined. Her lips, full and ripe, peach-colored. Her skin, smooth as satin. She’s mine. The low growl that rumbles from my chest startles even me. My wolf. Awake. After years of silence in the presence of a female. It hasn't stirred for any female since Iris, my late fated mate. My runaway mate. I remember how it rejoiced at her presence. It never reacted to another, not creature, not human. Until now. A knock snaps me out of my thoughts. Out of the moment. Out of the feelings that just stirred within me for this woman. I break away quickly, shoving the sensation down. I

Iris.He’s staring at me. Intense. Focused. Like I’m something he doesn’t want to want, but does anyway. Like I'm sin and poison all in one. I squirm under the weight of his gaze, heat rising under my skin. Why am I here again? I only meant to ask a question. Just clear the air. But now that I’m here, I feel small. Unsure.“I didn’t want them to know who you are, because I didn’t want your first days here to be awkward.” He's shifting the crackling tension. I sense it. My chest tightens.His eyes hold mine, warm with… consideration? That doesn’t match the Alpha who commands packs and terrifies the vampires. Yet here he is, seated behind his desk, controlled, powerful wrapped in grace. A king without a crown.“Silvaton Ridge is small. Word travels fast,” he continues. “The stares can be cruel, especially when your name is tangled with scandal.”His voice falters. Something shadows his words. A note of grief. A secret. Subtle, but there.He glances away. And in that tiny gesture, I se