All Chapters of His Historical Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

XAVIER'S POVDawn came too fast.I woke to find Thelma already gone from our bed, which meant she was either training with Meridith or spiraling in her own head. The bond hummed with anxiety, sharp and electric beneath my ribs.I found her at the stream.She wasn't practicing with the threads this time. She was just sitting there, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the water like it held answers she desperately needed."Couldn't sleep?" I asked, settling beside her."Every time I close my eyes, I see it," she said quietly. "The trial. You and Aurelius. And in every version, something goes wrong.""That's not a vision. That's anxiety.""How do you know?""Because if it was a vision, you'd see one outcome. This sounds like you're seeing every possible outcome. That's just fear." I nudged her shoulder. "Welcome to leadership. It never gets easier."She leaned against me. "How do you do it? Carry the weight of everyone's survival and still make jokes?""Who says I'm joking?""Xavier."

THELMA'S POVThe applause that erupted after Elder Matthias's confession felt distant, like hearing thunder from underwater. My hands were shaking as I watched Xavier remove his hand from the Truth Stone, his face pale but triumphant.He'd done it. He'd actually exposed them.But as pack leaders shouted questions and Council members scrambled to contain the chaos, something felt wrong. The world tilted slightly, and a sharp pain lanced through my temple.Not now. Please, not now."Thelma?" Xavier was beside me instantly, his hand on my arm. "What's wrong?""I'm fine, just…" The pain intensified, and suddenly I wasn't standing in Council headquarters anymore.I was somewhere else. Someone else.MEMORY FRAGMENT: BEFOREI was running through the forest, my father's pack lands burning behind me. Smoke choked the air. Screams echoed through the trees."Thelma, keep moving!" My mother's voice, desperate and fierce. "Don't look back!"But I did look back. I saw them, Council guards with silv

XAVIER'S POVThorne moved like liquid death.I barely blocked his first strike, claws scraping against my forearm hard enough to draw blood. He was faster than any Elder had a right to be, stronger than his aged appearance suggested."You fight well for someone about to die," Thorne said, circling me.I didn't waste breath responding. Every movement counted now. Every second mattered.He lunged again. I sidestepped, drove my elbow toward his ribs. He caught my arm, twisted, and suddenly I was airborne. I hit the platform hard enough to crack stone.Pain exploded through my back.Get up. Get up now.I rolled as his foot slammed down where my head had been. Swept his legs. He stumbled, just for a second, and I used that second to shift partially, claws extending, strength flooding my limbs."There it is," Thorne laughed. "The wolf they're all afraid of. Show me what makes you special, boy."I showed him my fist in his face.His head snapped back. Blood sprayed. But he was already recove

THELMA'S POVThe war room, a generous term for what was essentially a converted storage space, buzzed with tactical discussions. Maps covered every surface. Clara and Elizabeth argued over troop formations. Marcus reviewed supply lists. Everyone was preparing for the worst.Everyone except Xavier, whose eyes kept finding me across the room.I tried to focus on the crystal's data streaming across the laptop screen. Names. Dates. Connections. Everything Matthias had died to give us. But I could feel Xavier's gaze like a physical touch, hot and insistent.When I finally looked up, his attention wasn't on my face.His eyes were fixed on my chest.Heat flooded through me. I glanced down and immediately understood why. The thin tank top I'd changed into after last night's chaos did absolutely nothing to hide the way my nipples had hardened under his stare. They pressed visibly against the fabric, two peaks that might as well have been screaming for his attention.I should have been embarras

THELMA'S POV I'd never felt anything like this. Xavier's mouth on me was pure sin. His tongue explored every fold, every sensitive spot, learning what made me gasp and what made me scream. When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, I had to bite my hand to keep from waking the entire building. "Don't," he commanded, pulling back. "I want to hear you." "Everyone will…" "Good." He dove back in, even more aggressive now. His tongue thrust inside me while his thumb worked my clit, and I stopped caring about who might hear. "Xavier!" I couldn't stop moving, hips rolling against his face, chasing the pleasure. "Oh God, oh God…" He added his fingers again, two of them stretching me while his mouth focused on my clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I was going to come again, harder this time, and… "That's it," he encouraged, feeling me tighten around his fingers. "Come on my tongue. Let me taste you." I exploded. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, so intense I