All Chapters of THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KYLA'S POV"CY-CYRUS?" I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper as I clutched the scratchy wool sheets to my chest. My knuckles were white and my heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it might crack.He paused at the door, his green eyes flashing with a sudden sharp edge. "Don't tell me you're scared of me now, Kitten? We just had our tongues down each other's throats two minutes ago," he bit back, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and irritation. "Stay put. I'm going to go warm the soup. I'll let you eat yours in the bed."He stepped out, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. The moment he was gone, the fog in my brain finally cleared, and the stories I had heard over the years came rushing back like a tidal wave of ice water. I wasn't just in a cabin with a Lycan rogue. I was in a cabin with a monster whose name was used to frighten pups into obedience.This was the man I saw in my vision, the one killing Tormund. This was the same man who had appe

CYRUS'S POVI sat by the dying embers of the fireplace in the main room, the silence of the woods pressing in against the cabin walls. My mind was a chaotic storm of questions that didn't have any answers.In the Lycan world, finding one mate was a rare blessing from the Goddess that we may never receive, so finding two was unheard of. It was an anomaly, a glitch in the divine plan.‘Do you still have that nagging, bloodthirsty urge to go on a killing rampage to rescue Vivica?’ my beast, Copper, asked from the depths of my subconscious.‘No,’ I answered honestly, staring into the orange glow of the coals. ‘Not even an ounce.’It was beyond strange. Ever since that night I ran into Kyla outside the vampire hotel, it was as if a heavy, suffocating dark cloud had been lifted from my eyes.I had gone to that establishment to meet with the vampire prince, Charles.I was the leader of the Bloodfang Dominion, plus being the rogue prince meant my warriors were my only family, and I needed an

KYLA'S POV"Come on. Let's go back to the cabin," Cyrus growled his voice vibrating deep in his chest. He looked at me with those piercing green eyes which were currently narrowed in a mixture of anger and something else I couldn't quite name. "I can't believe you actually tried to escape.""I'm not going anywhere with you," I snapped standing my ground despite the fact that I was shivering in the oversized jacket and covered in the filth of that horrible carcass lake. I felt a surge of stubbornness that I hadn't felt in a long time. "Not until you tell me what those things were. Those those shadow creatures. What the hell were they?"I folded my arms over my chest trying to look imposing which was difficult considering I was barely five foot two and currently looked like I'd crawled through a sewer.Cyrus's eyes flashed a dangerous gold and his canines sharpened to a point right before my eyes. He stepped toward me looming over me like a mountain of pure unadulterated muscle. "I don

VIVICA'S POVIt had been four days since Kyla had been gone.Four glorious, peaceful, perfect days without having to look at that scarred, pathetic face. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Honestly, the air in the pack even smelled better. But instead of celebrating our victory and focusing on our future, Tormund had been acting like a complete and utter bastard. He was drinking until dawn, snapping at the staff, and being incredibly mean to everyone. Even I was getting the bitter end of the stick, and I was the one carrying his precious heir.I watched him from the bed as he stared out the window, looking like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I was sick of it."Tormund! Honey, maybe we should go out today. It's beautiful out. We could go for a picnic, or we could accompany Mother to do some wedding shopping," I said, putting on my sweetest voice. I shifted in bed, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Come on, it could be fun. We need to get the planning back on tr

LOWELL'S POV"Oh, you think I'm stunning?" Vivica asked, her eyelashes fluttering as she practically preened under my gaze. She was blushing, a deep crimson that looked entirely too rehearsed. "You're too kind, Your Majesty," she said, dropping into a low, performative bow that showed off far too much of her chest. "I'm Vivica, Alpha Tormund's fiancée.""Ah, I see. So you're the one who stole this warrior’s heart," I said, my voice smooth and regal. As she moved closer, I made sure to take a deep, subtle sniff of the air around her. She smelled of expensive perfume, and, strangely enough, she did smell pregnant.I suspected she was using a potion from the witch to mimic the scent of pregnancy, but beneath that, there was something else. Her aura was dark, sickly, and smelled of rot. She was dabbling in too much black magic, and it was starting to twist her very soul.Tormund didn't seem too pleased that his bride-to-be was flirting with me. He stood stiffly, his jaw clenched, and I co