Semua Bab Beasts of the Moon : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ephraim Herewit. Later… I stir. Sunlight slices through the curtains, stabbing straight into my skull. My muscles are heavy, stiff from days of being useless. My limbs crack and protest as I try to move them. My face aches. The spot where Eliora scorched me with her divine flame throbs as I shift on the bed. Slowly, I rise. First time I’ve gotten out of bed by myself since that night. The night the goddess punished me like a dog. Foller’s funeral. My outburst, justified, in my opinion. And then Eliora’s wrath. Her fire ripping into my face. Skin melted. Muscle torn. Bone exposed. They said I didn’t wake for days. Just muttered nonsense. Tossed and thrashed like a madman in a fever dream. But I remember. In the fire born visions of unconsciousness, I saw it all. My sins. My father. What I did to him. Ephraim Herewit Senior. A great man. Too great. And I couldn’t wait. I had him killed. Had my loyal men inject him with wolfsbane. Enough to down an entire pack. He never stood a ch

Agnes Herewit.Present day. Now.I glare at Ephraim, my late mate’s son. That eye patch on his face makes him look more like Blackbeard than a man. He disgusts me.I remember the night I heard a howl tear through the silence, three years ago, from Iris’ room. Her first shift. The same night I mind-linked with her and learned what he’d done. Or almost done. He came into her room. He tried to force himself on her. And the only thing that saved her was the wolf inside her. She shifted in terror and fury and left him naked and stunned on the floor.“I may have left my husband’s home because of the monster you are,” I say, voice cold and sharp, “but that doesn’t give you the right to undermine my decisions on this farm.”Ephraim steps away from the pillar, closing the space between us. That smug grin of his makes my skin crawl.“I can do whatever the fuck I want with my father’s property, Agnes,” he sneers. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”A charged silence stretches be

Iris.Saturday, June 21st. Next day.Morning.I wake with a start, heart already racing. We’re still in the bunker. That tiny slit of morning light filters in through a narrow window near the ceiling. Just enough to remind me that the world above still exists.Mrs. Ford lies beside me, her breathing steady. I glance at the door. Hope flares up in my chest. Maybe Gerald knocked while I was asleep. Maybe I missed him.Fear had wrapped itself around me like a blanket last night. Heavy, suffocating. But somehow, in the comfort of Mrs. Ford’s stories, I’d drifted off.She’d spoken about Gerald’s father, Jonathan. And another man, Mr. Ephraim Herewit. Father to Gerald’s late Luna, Iris Herewit. Well not biologically. But still he was a father to her.‘Jonathan and Ephraim were strong, reliable Alphas,’ she said, her voice low in the dark. ‘They put the pack before themselves. Gerald is like them, always ready to fight to the end.’I’d clunged to her words.‘What about Iris?’ I had asked ins

Iris.I try to breathe. But it’s hard, because he’s here. In my space. Watching me like I’m some fragile doll about to break. I’m crying now, from pain, real pain in my chest, because I know I’m about to lose him to another woman.My head throbs from all the crying, and all I want is to crawl into bed. Shut the world out. Pretend his scent doesn’t drive me insane. Pretend his presence doesn't drive me crazy. I’m turning to walk away when he grabs me and pulls me flush against his chest. Hard muscles, bare and burning, wrap around me.“When I told you that you belonged to me, I said it with the conviction of an Alpha wolf,” he says, voice hot and raspy.Rage explodes behind my eyes.“What conviction?” I snap, glaring at him. His lips are too close. His expression, mild amusement. Is he finding my pain funny? My humiliation? I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go.“You’re taking someone else. At least have the decency not to play further games,” I hiss, shoving at his chest. He does

Gerald.She’s mine now.In every way.Even the goddess wouldn’t deny it. I followed the laws. I bonded with one of our kind. A hybrid, yes, but her blood sings with wolf. That’s the story I’ve crafted. That’s the truth the pack will have to swallow. Because Iris and I we’re bound now. Officially. Publicly. Forever.Words from the ancient texts whisper through my mind;‘The Luna goddess permits her Alphas to mate a hybrid… creatures born of wolf and other blood. Their essence still carries the goddess’s mark, and she may overlook a union with them…’That’s my loophole. That’s my salvation.And now, Iris moans into my mouth, her lips soft and needy. My hand slips between her thighs, finding heat. She’s already wet for me, her legs parting, eager. My fingers slide through her slick folds while I tease her nipples with the other hand. She gasps, rolling her hips forward, brushing the hard ridge of my jeans. I growl low in my throat, pulling her close, devouring her lips.She grinds on me,