All Chapters of Beasts of the Moon : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Iris.Two days later.I’m setting out medications for Mrs. Ford. Today, she says she feels cold. The weather’s awful, relentless rain all morning, clouds hanging heavy in a dull gray sky. It's 10 a.m., yet it feels like dusk. The clouds awfully grey. I haven’t seen the Alpha since that night. Since the kiss. The one that shot fire through me, left my body pulsing with sensations I didn’t recognize, and he… he vanished like smoke. Not a word. Not a glimpse. It puzzles me. It's distracting. But I push the thought away. I'm at work. No room to dwell on lips and what they might have meant. What they could have done. “Mrs. Ford…” I nudge her gently. She stirs, offers a soft smile.“Your medication,” I say, helping her sit upright. She smells nice. Always does.She swallows the pills with practiced ease. But her eyes… they stay locked on me. She’s been looking at me like that for two days now. Searching. Knowing. It's disturbing.“I’m sorry your first day at Silvaton Ridge was… devastatin

Iris.A strange feeling ripples through my chest at his words. Spreads like wildfire. Settles into my heart. I stare into his intense gaze. He isn’t flirting. No… He’s too serious for that. Too authoritative. His devotion, to this pack, to this land, radiates from him. Always.“Don’t escape me...” My voice is a whisper. A plea. His gaze narrows, focused now on my lips. I don’t know why I said it. But I did. And I don’t want to take it back.“I won’t. Not anymore.”He finds my lips again, claiming them with an urgency that flattens reason. He presses me to the wall, lifts my arms above my head, and pins them there, his body deliciously hard against mine. I moan, helpless, hungry. His scent floods my senses. Earth. Musk. Male. I drown in it.One of his hands cups my breast, massaging, then expertly teasing my nipple. I arch into his touch, offering more. He growls, deep and animalistic. That sound. That Alpha sound. It shoots through me like lightning.In one swift motion, he lifts me

Gerald. I can’t hear her thoughts. But I don’t need to. My wolf has reached her. Claimed her. You’re mine. No one ever touches you again. But me. His voice echoes through my chest, bouncing off the walls of my soul. I smirk. She’s mine now. Fully. Irrevocably. And since I have no plans of finding a true mate again, this arrangement suits me. Her body opens for me, hot, slick, ready, as I begin to move inside her. No one will hear her cries. I’ve shielded them. A power granted only to Alphas. Sex, to us, is private. Sacred. Especially when it becomes a claiming. Her blood mixes with mine. Her body is tense, radiating pain. But I don’t stop. Not until the ritual is complete. Once the claiming is sealed, I’ll see everything, her past, her lovers, her secrets, her truth. But when my wolf seeks her soul… all it finds is a field. Just a field. Grasses. Trees. The moon. No faces. No ties. No memories. It’s like she fell from the sky. No anchor. No history. And still, my wolf

Iris.I brush past the gathered men, ignoring the way their eyes track me like I’m some kind of enigma. My heart thunders. I can’t stop thinking about what Primrose said, that the wolfsbane might mask Gerald’s scent only just enough.I pray she’s right. Pray no one inhales too deeply.Suddenly, I slam into something hard. Solid.Arms lock around me.“Hey, doll…”I jolt back, panicked. A man, lean, unshaven, leering, gives me a smirk that makes my skin crawl.I try to pull away. He doesn’t let go.“What, no thank-you for catching you?” he sneers. “Zolan saves the pretty little thing, and not even a smile?”I twist out of his grip. “Thank you,” I mutter, rushing past and instantly collide with another body.This one is even colder. Still.I look up and freeze.A man stares down at me, silent. His face is all sharp angles, his eyes glacial and unreadable. Power hums off him like a dark storm. “E…Excuse me,” I whisper.He doesn’t move. Just studies me. Then he sniffs. A deep, purposeful

Iris. Night. I’m sleeping. The same dream. The same man. The same wolf tattoo on his skin. But this time, this time, when he makes love to me, I see Gerald’s face clearly. Then he clasps a necklace around my neck. And I begin to change, transform, into something not quite human, not quite wolf. And that’s when I wake. Flushed. Skin damp. Breathing heavy. My heart slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. “Bad dream?” My eyes snap toward the voice. Familiar. Deep. Hot. Gerald. He’s here. In my room. I’m in nothing but my bare skin beneath the sheets. My body is damp with sweat. I yank the covers up, heat rising to my cheeks. He’s sitting on the divan across from my bed. Dark shirt unbuttoned at the collar, black jeans hugging his form, his presence magnetic and entirely too confident. Too handsome. “How long have you been here?” I ask, voice thin, breath still catching in my chest. He doesn’t answer immediately. He rises instead, walking toward me. My breat