Semua Bab Beasts of the Moon : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Iris. Gerald’s hands freeze mid-air above my breasts. His breathing is soft behind me, but I can feel his cock, hard and pressing against my bare backside beneath the warm water. It distracts me. Makes it harder to think. “Which hospital did you end up in? What station was the incident reported to? Maybe from there we can trace the car that hit you,” he says, his voice low, rough, thick with emotion. “I don’t know. That part of mum's tale was sketchy. I never saw any hospital records.” I pause, then add, “Mum never showed me any. Even when I asked.” He says nothing, just cups water in his hands and pours it gently over my skin. Warm. Comforting. But I miss his touch, miss the way his fingers make me feel like I’m safe, like I’m not broken. After a beat, I ask, “Was your sister involved in the fight tonight?” “She was upstairs. Fighting the women and any of Damian’s remaining kin,” he exhales. “She’s leader of the female betas.” I nod silently, the memory of her fierce expressio

Erianna. Thursday, June 12th. Next day. I’m seated at my desk in a meeting with my legal team at Ford’s Dairy Farm, but my thoughts keep drifting. To the night we attacked Damian’s kin. To the way my brother fought to save that girl even when our own staff were taken hostage. To how he declared her his claim. That same girl who was almost raped. To the moment he brought Father's sword down on Damian’s head. The same sword Dad once wielded. I was stunned. Enraged. I wanted to question him. But I knew better. No one questions the Alpha, only the elders, or the goddess herself, have that right. Now we wait. For the fallout of the choice he made. “Miss Ford, are you listening?” Thud Simmons, one of our advocates, nudges me gently. My eyes focus on him for the first time today. He’s an omega. Handsome, intelligent, efficient. When he pitches legal strategies, there’s always a fleeting, dangerous flicker of interest in me from him. Almost. But I know better. I won’t s

Erianna. We barely make it to my car. He says his is parked way over on the other side of the lot, too far. And we already have our hands all over each other. So we settle for mine. Now we’re inside. Our mouths crash in desperate kisses. Our bodies are tangled in the back seat, pressed together, limbs everywhere. The night is dark around us, our moans cracking the silence. He slides his hands under my skirt, fingers trailing along my thighs with expert ease. His kisses follow the path, hot and greedy. I squirm, raking my fingers through his hair. His lips sear mine, his breath laced with mint and wine. When he sinks between my legs and his lips press against my pussy, I stiffen. I try to rise, startled, until his hand wraps around my neck, pinning me gently but firmly. His face shifts into something feral. His beast. He growls. My body tenses. My wolf charges forward instinctively. ‘Relax, Erianna. I might be a gamma, but I like to take the lead.’ His voice threads through my

Iris. I step out of the car and slam the door shut behind me. My legs move faster than my thoughts, carrying me back down the road we just came from. Behind me, I hear his door slam too, his footsteps coming fast. “Iris…” He calls. But I don’t stop. I can’t. My chest is tight, breath shallow. Humiliation scorches through me like acid. I am nothing to him. “Iris.” He grabs my hand and pulls me sharply into his chest. I struggle, try to twist away, but he holds me firm. “Let me go, Ford,” I snap, voice shaking. “I don’t want to be another one of your fuck conquests. Just another head on the wall, like those animals in your room.” He doesn’t let me go. Instead, he presses his forehead against mine. Our breaths collide, ragged, fast, hot. “I’m sorry,” he breathes against my lips, his voice raw. He kisses me. Gentle at first. Then firmer, desperate, trailing soft, trembling kisses across the corners of my mouth. I don’t push him away. I can’t. I moan into his lips. “I didn’t…”

Iris. My eyes fly open in shock. The locket in my hand, silver, smooth, unmistakable. The same one I’ve seen in my dreams. Again and again. That same shape, that same texture. Even down to the fine etchings of a wolf mid-howl. My breath goes shallow. My hands tremble as they cradle it. “What is it?” Gerald asks, concern thick in his voice. I look up at him and shake my head, but it’s useless. He sees right through me. His hands come to rest on my shoulders, grounding me. “Iris?” He presses. I lower my eyes again, to the impossible necklace. My thoughts spiral. How is this possible? How did I dream about this locket and Gerald’s tattoo, long before I ever met him? Before I even knew he existed? “It’s strange,” I murmur. “What is?” His brows knit in confusion. “I’ve seen this before… In my dreams. The tattoo. This locket. Your face, Gerald…” I meet his gaze. “Making love to me.” That last part hangs in the air like a dropped match. His eyes flare. That same spark from when