All Chapters of The Savage Luna and Her Six Obsessive Monsters: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Zyran’s POVThe moon is full tonight, fat and silver and cruel, hanging over the Dominion like it’s mocking me.I should be out running the borders or tearing something apart with my teeth.Instead I’m standing in this ancient wing, staring out a window like a lovesick pup who just got kicked in the ribs.She said she wants to breathe, said we’re suffocating her and every word felt like a claw dragged straight through my sternum.My lycan is pacing inside my skin, a rabid thing snarling at the walls of my control."She doesn’t want us.She doesn’t want us.She doesn’t want us.""Shut up," I snarl back at him.He laughs, low and bitter, "You think pain like this is just the bond? You think I’d let any female tear us open this way if she wasn’t ours?"I slam a fist into the stone windowsill. It cracks, blood drips from my knuckles and freezes before it hits the floor.I wanted her to choose neither of us.I’ve told myself for years that Zaiden and I are poison, that we ruin everything w

Violet’s POVI stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, steam still curling off my skin from the bath, and just… stared.My body was changing again, not in the normal way but, “I ate too many demon cakes” way. In the “who the hell is this girl and why is she wearing my skin” way.My curves sharper, muscle definition that definitely wasn’t there when I was in the human realm, my skin glowing faintly, like I’d swallowed a star and it was trying to get out.And my eyes… today they were violet shot through with molten silver, yesterday they’d been storm-cloud gray with gold lightning cracks. The day before that, pure obsidian.I didn’t even know what color my eyes were supposed to be anymore, I tilted my head, watching the way shadows clung to my collarbones like they were in love with me.“Goddess, I’m hot,” I muttered. “And terrifying. Mostly terrifying.”The Lycan Dominion did not play with architecture. The bathroom alone looked like it was carved out of marble stolen from the

Violet’s POVI woke up wet and not metaphorically actually, physically, shamefully soaked, thighs slick, sheets clinging to my skin like they’d been personally offended by how much I’d ruined them.My first coherent thought was a single, eloquent... Fuck.My second was a full-body replay of last night, every filthy circle of my fingers, every broken moan of their names, every pulse of the bond that had felt like four sets of hands guiding mine, four mouths whispering yes, good girl, come for us.I buried my face in the pillow and screamed until my throat burned.The entire room smelled like sex and bad decisions.My sex. My bad decisions.It hung thick in the air, sweet and musky and impossible to ignore. I should never be allowed to have privacy ever again cause clearly I cannot handle it.And underneath it, something else, something wild.Something that made my stomach flip and my still-sensitive clit throb all over again.Pine and wildfire.Snow and smoke.Zaiden and Zyran.I sat u

Violet’s POV The forest looked like it had been carved out of nightmares and then decorated by a god with a sense of humor. Trees the size of skyscrapers, bark black and glossy like obsidian, roots thick as houses twisting above the ground like tentacles. Vines dripping with flowers that opened and closed like mouths. Moss that glowed faint violet, my color, which felt like a personal insult. Mist curling low, thick enough to taste, carrying the scent of iron and something sweet-rotting. The silence wasn’t peaceful, it was the kind of silence that watches you, waits for you to make a wrong move, then decides whether you get to keep your limbs. The kind of silence that whispers run even when nothing is chasing you… yet. I was alone, completely utterly and frankly.. deliciously alone. No Inara clinging to me like a safety blanket. No Abigail threatening to stab the air molecules around me. Just me and Blue, lumbering proudly at my side like a smug toddler everyone fea

Violet’s POVI stopped running only when my lungs started actively trying to murder me and I felt they were no longer near me or breathing down my neck.Blue skidded beside me, panting little cinnamon clouds like she’d just completed dragon bootcamp.And just as I bent down, hands on my knees, trying not to die on Lycan soil, everything inside me froze.Not metaphorical froze, but actual froze.My breath caught mid-inhale. My heart stumbled like it suddenly forgot how to beat because stretched out in front of us was… a field that did not belong to this world.A field that looked like someone took the word “impossible,” set it on fire, then danced on the ashes.It wasn’t just beautiful, it was terrifyingly beautiful.The grass wasn’t green, it shimmered silver, bending and flowing like liquid metal in a breeze I couldn’t feel. Flowers the size of my head unfurled slowly, petals shifting colors with every heartbeat rose, violet, gold, back to rose again. Tiny lights floated through the