All Chapters of THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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131: Eternal Mates

SOFIA'S POVI was drifting in a sea of fog, my mind caught between the waking world and the dark cellar where Tabitha had left me to rot. My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache, but there was a strange, biting coldness pressing against my forehead that kept pulling me toward the surface. It felt divine. I must have been suffering from a fever, because that icy touch was the only thing keeping my skin from feeling like it was on fire.But beneath the pain, something else was happening. My beast, who usually stayed quiet and composed, was losing her mind. She was howling at the back of my skull, her claws digging into my subconscious, demanding that I wake up, demanding that I reach out. She was excited, vibrating with a primal energy I hadn't felt in years.I groaned and forced my heavy eyelids to peel open. The room was blurred at first—gold-leafed ceilings, velvet curtains, and the smell of ancient roses and expensive cologne."My head," I rasped, trying to push myself up.Suddenly

132: The Blessing Ritual

LOWELL'S POVThe Moonveil ritual grounds were bathed in a deceptive silver glow. To any outsider, the scene unfolding on the grassy knoll was the pinnacle of pack tradition and beauty. Large white lilies were scattered across the earth, and the scent of jasmine and expensive incense hung heavy in the humid night air. In the center of the circle, standing before an ancient stone altar, Tormund and Vivica looked like the perfect couple... the heroic Alpha and his miraculously returned mate, preparing to bless their future heir.But as I stood at the edge of the clearing, my face partially obscured by the hood of my dark cloak, all I felt was a cold, visceral rage that made my beast pace restlessly beneath my skin.I knew the truth. I knew that beneath the silk of Vivica's blood-red dress lived a heart as black as the abyss. I knew that Tormund, for all his posturing, was a man falling apart, trapped between a presumed dead mate he hadn't appreciated and a living one he couldn't trust. T

133: Step-Sisters

LOWELL'S POVThe crowd began to swarm me. Morgan, Tormund's father, rushed up with an excited, star-struck grin. "King Lowell! It is an absolute honor! We've heard so many stories of your conquests in the north!""Indeed," I muttered, offering him a stiff nod.But it was Albert, Kyla’s father, who made my blood boil the most. He stepped forward, preening as if he were the one who had achieved something great. "Your Majesty, thank you for coming to my daughter's blessing ceremony. It means a great deal to our family to have the King's favor on such a blessed night."I looked at Albert, and for a second, I almost lost my grip. This man was thanking me for celebrating his stepdaughter's joy, while his real flesh and blood… the daughter he had discarded and allowed to be tortured was lying in a ditch somewhere, hurt or worse. The hypocrisy was so thick I could taste it."Your family has a lot to be thankful for, Albert," I said, my voice tight. "More than you even realize."I excused myse

134: Supernatural Drama

LOWELL'S POVThe heavy scent of lilies and the suffocating hypocrisy of the Moonveil pack were finally behind me, replaced by the sharp, biting wind of the forest as I ran. My heart was a drum of war. I had the bone. I had the candle. Now, I needed to get my friend and get the hell out of this cursed territory.I didn't slow down when I reached the gilded entrance of the Fangtonia. I burst through the front doors, the glass rattling in its frame, and ignored the startled gasps of the vampire staff. I took the stairs three at a time, my beast snarling in the back of my mind. He was still wound tight from the ritual, his instincts screaming for a fight I hadn't let him have.I reached the royal suite and kicked the door open with a force that sent it slamming against the wall."Prince Charles, if she's not—"The words died in my throat. The scene before me sent my blood from simmering to a violent boil.Sofia was on the bed, her hair a wild halo against the silk pillows, her face flush

135: We Hunt For Kyla

LOWELL'S POVI stood there, my chest still heaving from the scuffle, looking from Sofia's flushed, determined face to Charles's arrogant, smug expression. A vampire. A half-Lycan, a woman of science and pack loyalty, was mated to a twelve-hundred-year-old corpse with a penchant for silk and sarcasm."I can't believe this," I repeated, the words tasting like copper. "You're telling me the Moon Goddess paired a Lycan healer with a creature that doesn't even have a heartbeat?""The Moon Goddess did not choose me, mutt," Charles drawled, stepping closer to Sofia with a possessive grace that made my skin crawl. He reached out and ran a thumb over her lower lip, his eyes darkening. "The stars and the old blood chose us. We are Eternal Mates. It is a bond far older and more bloodthirsty than your little forest rituals."Sofia didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second. It was the most disturbing thing I had ever seen."Lowell, I know how

136: An Unblessed

VIVICA'S POVThe blessing ceremony had been a total joke. Standing there on that hill, smelling the cloying scent of jasmine and the metallic tang of that ancient bone, I had felt like a puppet on strings. Tormund looked at me like I was a stranger he was forced to tolerate, and the Lycan King? Lowell's aura had been so heavy it felt like someone was sitting on my chest, suffocating the life out of me.But worst of all, he had taken the bone. My ticket to everything. My way to ensure that the hollow space in my womb actually became something more than a dark-magic lie.The moment the crowds dispersed and Tormund went to drown his grief in another bottle of bourbon, I signaled to my mother and that old bat Tabitha. We didn't say a word as we slipped away from the moonlight and into the shadows of the woods, heading straight for Tabitha's mansion on Retirement Lane."We have to finish this now," Tabitha hissed, her breath coming in short, ragged puffs as we reached the back entrance of

137: Tell Me About You And Vivica

KYLA'S POVI woke up to the feeling of soft, warm pressure against my skin. It was Cyrus, showering my cheek with light, lingering kisses that made the remnants of my nightmares dissolve like mist. The cabin was quiet, the only sound the crackle of the embers in the hearth and the distant, lonely whistle of the mountain wind."Kitten, wake up... it's almost sunrise," he whispered, his voice like a low vibration against my ear.I shifted beneath the heavy furs, a slow smile spreading across my lips as I opened my eyes. He was already awake, propped up on one elbow, just watching me with an intensity that made my heart stutter. "How long have I been asleep?""A few hours... but don't worry. I watched you the whole night, and I made sure those things didn't come back." He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a tenderness that still felt so foreign to me. After everything I'd been through, being cherished felt like a dream I was afraid to wake up from."Can we just lie h

138: We Call It A Wedding

KYLA'S POV"Me? They were talking about me? What about?""Lowell told us that the witch was warning Vivica about tricking you into thinking you were fated mates. She told Vivica that she shouldn't have let you mark her because that wasn't part of the deal. She said that when a Lycan marks someone who isn't their true mate, the rejection of the bond can be violent. It could even kill the wolf. And that's not all. Lowell said she told the witch she wanted the Wolf's Mother's bone to resurrect your son."Cyrus closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. He let out a ragged sigh that sounded like it had been held in for centuries."You knew about that part?" I asked."I knew she wanted the bone," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "And I had started to figure out that Vivica might have had me under a spell. My memories of our love always felt... blurry. Like I was watching someone else live my life. You see, I was seeing this she-Lycan casually before Vivica arrived,

139: Once And For All

VIVICA'S POVThe rain was coming down in thick, freezing sheets, turning the dirt of the Moonveil cemetery into a soup of black mud. It felt poetic. Even the sky was weeping for the tragedy that had struck this pack, though I was the only one who knew the truth.I stood in the Alpha's study, my face buried in a lace handkerchief that was damp with fake tears. My mother was slumped in a chair nearby, her performance even more dramatic than mine. She was wailing, her hands trembling as she clutched a glass of brandy."It was horrible, Tormund!" I sobbed, my voice hitching perfectly. "We went over to Tabitha's house for our regular evening coffee when we heard screams coming from the cellar—we wanted to see what was happening, so we went down there, and there he was. The Lycan King. He looked like a demon in the dark."Tormund was standing by the window, his back to us. His shoulders were so tense they looked like they were made of granite. He hadn't moved in ten minutes."He had her," I

140: The Iron Mountains

LOWELL'S POVThe trek to the Iron Mountains was nothing short of a descent into hell. It had been three grueling days since we fled the Moonveil territory, and every mile was bought with blood. The closer we got to the jagged, snow-capped peaks, the more the world seemed to turn against us.Clarence's reach was longer than I had anticipated. On the first night, we were ambushed by a pack of feral rogues whose eyes glowed with an unnatural, sickly purple light...a clear sign of the witch's corruption. They didn't fight like wolves; they fought like mindless puppets, throwing themselves onto my claws without a second thought for their own lives.Then came the creatures... things that didn't belong to the natural order. Twisted, skinless hounds and shadows that moved between the trees like oil. I had spent most of the journey with my fur matted in gore, while Charles moved through the chaos like a silent, lethal ghost, his claws and fangs finding throats before I could even roar.By the

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