All Chapters of THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

VIVICA'S POV SLAP! The sound echoed through the drawing room. My head whipped to the side, pain exploding so violently I felt something in my neck pop. For a heartbeat, the world vanished, and all I saw was white light and stars. "Ahhh!" I screamed, clutching my face. My cheek burned like it had been branded. I shook my head, my blonde hair slipping from my eyes as I looked at him. The imprint of Tormund's hand was already blooming across my skin, hot and red. "You... you hit me," I whispered, stunned. I couldn't wait to tell Cyrus that this weak, pathetic Alpha hit his mate. Cyrus would have his hands for supper. "And I should do it again," he grunted. "What the fuck were you thinking, mentioning the bone in front of His Majesty?" He looked like a madman. His chest was heaving, plus his eyes were wild and bloodshot. "I didn't know he would try to take it from us!" I screamed back, my voice cracking under the weight of shock and rising fury. "I was trying to be respectful! I was t

SOFIA'S POVThe last thing I saw was the cold, grey stone of the mansion's foundation before the world exploded into bone-shattering pain. Gandy hadn't just escorted me in, he had delivered a crushing blow to the back of my head that sent me spiraling into the dark.When I finally drifted back to consciousness, the first thing I felt was the bite of cold concrete against my cheek and the heavy, metallic scent of stagnant water. My head throbbed with every heartbeat, a hard pounding that made me want to retch. I didn't move. Every instinct I had as a healer told me to stay still, to listen, to assess the threat before I opened my eyes.The room was damp, so I was most likely in the cellar. And I wasn't alone."Why the hell did you call us here? We are supposed to be lying low! Tormund is already suspicious enough!"That was Vivica's voice. Sharp, panicked, and dripping with venom.I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, slowing my breathing to a shallow crawl. I needed them to think I was sti

KYLA'S POVThe wind howled outside the cabin like a dying animal, but inside the only sound was Cyrus's heavy, labored breathing. He was leaning on me more than he wanted to admit. His arm was draped over my shoulders, and I could feel the heat of his skin radiating through my thin shirt. Every time his foot hit the floorboards, he winced, though he tried to hide it behind a tough-guy scowl."Stop hovering, Kyla. I can walk," he grunted, though his knees buckled slightly as we reached the center of the room. He seemed to had been putting up a macho guy front when he was hauling me up the hill, but now it seemed like his wound was done pretending."Yeah, and I'm the Queen of the Lycans," I snapped back, digging my heels in to keep him upright. "Sit. Now."I practically shoved him onto the old, dusty couch near the fireplace. He groaned as he hit the cushions, his head falling back against the wooden frame. His face was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and he looked a lot worse than h

KYLA'S POVThe air in the cabin was thick with the raw, masculine scent of Cyrus, the kind that clung to my skin and filled my lungs until it felt impossible to think clearly. He was still looking at me with those dark, intense eyes, eyes that made my pulse jump every time they lingered on my mouth. His hand was resting at the side of my neck, his thumb brushing just beneath my jaw while I was still straddling his lap, and I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine, spreading like a slow, dangerous fire. My heart was thumping so hard against my ribs that I was sure he could feel it through my chest, could feel how badly he was unraveling me."Kyla," he whispered, his voice rough and low, sounding like gravel dragged across stone. "If you don't get off my lap right now, I'm not going to be able to stop myself."The warning should have frightened me. It should have made me pull back, slide away, give us both room to breathe. Instead, I leaned closer, letting my forehead brush h

KYLA'S POVThere was carnage everywhere, and it was very quiet now. The shrieks of those shadow things faded into the distance as the few that survived scurried back into the dark woods, leaving behind a yard covered in black, oily sludge and red snow.Cyrus's beast was standing in the middle of the clearing. His fur was matted with blood, and his breathing was ragged. Then, with a sickening sound of shifting bones, he shrunk back down. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, naked and shivering in the snow, his skin covered in deep, jagged gashes that wouldn't stop bleeding."Cyrus!" I screamed, jumping through the broken window, not caring about the glass cutting my palms.I ran to him, my heart feeling like it was going to burst out of my chest. He was unconscious before I even reached him. His body was so heavy, like a fallen tree, and his skin was deathly cold."No, no, no! Don't you dare leave me, Cyrus! Wake up!" I sobbed, grabbing him under his muscular shoulders.I didn't know