All Chapters of THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

TORMUND'S POV Anger burned through my veins as I marched to the Luna quarters. The very thought that Master Derick had come here, after everything Cyrus had done to Vivica, to interrogate her felt like an insult layered on top of old wounds. I understood why the Lycan King sent him, and I understood the politics behind it, yet understanding did nothing to soothe the rage pounding in my chest. Cyrus had taken years from her, had broken her down piece by piece, and now his brother stood in my territory as if he had the right to reopen scars that were barely closed. As if that wasn't enough, Kyla had made things worse. She had forced my hand, demanded my time, and split my attention when all I wanted was to focus on Vivica and the fragile calm we were trying to rebuild. I hated Kyla. She didn't understand what it felt like to lose someone you thought was gone forever only to get them back damaged and shaken. She didn't understand that every second away from Vivica felt like another

VIVICA'S POV Tormund slammed the door behind Derick hard enough to rattle the walls, and I smiled. I stayed seated, calm and composed, as I watched Tormund's broad back tense beneath his shirt while he stood at the entrance. His shoulders slowly began rising and falling with the weight of his fury. He looked like a wounded beast, with his head bowed and his breath coming in ragged, animalistic grunts, and I could practically taste the bitterness of his disappointment like a fine wine on my tongue. I watched him clench his fists until his knuckles turned white, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him, teetering on the edge of a breakdown that only I could fix. "Did you let him mark you, Vivica?" he asked. I didn't answer right away, because timing mattered. "And don't fucking lie to me," he growled as he spun around, his eyes blazing. "Did you let Cyrus mark you?" "Yes," I whispered, injecting just enough fake fragility into my voice to make him snap. He roared an

KYLA'S POV The car ride back from the hospital was torture. My wolf was whimpering in my head, curling in on herself like she was wounded. She could smell the sex clinging to Tormund's skin. We've always felt it when he was with Vivica, but this time we didn't. Maybe it was because I was busy scheming with Dr. Mendez, or it could be because of that annoying Lowell. Anyway, Tormund could have at least showered and spared me the humiliation of smelling his indiscretion. Instead, he sat beside me, flooding the car with Vivica's scent like a deliberate slap to the face. So this was what he was up to once he left the appointment. He had spun a lie about meeting Derick when really he had been in another she-wolf's vagina. I blinked back tears, my throat burning. I never expected my mate, the man I had grown close to over the last few m

LOWELL'S POV "Thank you for trusting me, brother," Derick said as he patted my back. "This was nice. I missed talking to you." "Me too," I nodded, though my mind was already elsewhere. "Do not fret," he continued. "We will save your mate, and we will punish that so-called Alpha." "Yes," I replied calmly, "we will do all of that, except referring to her as my mate." Derick sighed, already knowing where this was going. "Lo, you know how rare this is. Lycans rarely find their mates, and something told me you would too, especially since Cyrus found his and you are twins." "Yes," I hissed under my breath, "but Cyrus and I are nothing alike." That earned me a quiet chuckle from him. "Look," I added, glancing at the moon climbing higher into the sky, "it's getting late. I should head back to the town and get some rest. I'll need it for what I'm planning to do." "Yes," Derick said, straightening his coat. "And I'll be leaving for the kingdom now. The jet is waiting. Someone

KYLA'S POVIt had been weeks since my hunger felt this satisfied, and even though the food was simple and warm, I found myself savoring every bite because I knew kindness like this never lasted long for someone like me. I was grateful to Sofia in a way that felt too deep for words, because she had taken me in without judgment and without asking for anything in return, and she treated me like I mattered instead of like I was a burden she had been forced to carry.She had been the only person truly kind to me since I returned to this pack at fifteen years old, and thinking about that alone made my chest ache. Everyone else had either ignored me or tolerated me, and some had outright despised me, but Sofia had looked at me like I was human, like I was worth protecting.Tormund had only pretended to be kind.I saw that now.The last few weeks I'd spent with him, he had smiled at me, spoken gently to me, and touched me carefully, but it was all a performance, and I had been foolish enough