All Chapters of Howl of the Broken Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

LYRA'S POVThe door to my room slammed shut, cutting off the world outside. No more party, no more Eamon, no more revenge plot—just me and Silas, the air between us crackling with need. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a hunger that made my pussy throb. I didn’t wait for him to make the first move. I grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him toward me, my lips crashing into his. His mouth was hot, rough, his tongue diving in to claim mine, and I kissed him back just as hard, teeth scraping, desperate for more.I pulled at his shirt, buttons popping off as I ripped it open, exposing his chiseled chest. My hands roamed over his pecs, nails digging into the hard muscle as I shoved the fabric off his shoulders. He helped, tearing it the rest of the way off, then went for his belt, unbuckling it with quick, jerky movements. I didn’t wait—I pushed his hands aside, unzipping his pants and shoving them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and rock-hard, alread

LYRA'S POV Ronan’s hands were on me in an instant, but unlike Silas’s rough, commanding grip, his touch was teasing, almost playful, his fingers skimming my hips before pulling me close with a sudden, possessive yank. His mouth found mine, but where Silas’s kisses were a claiming force, Ronan’s were a dance—hot, yes, but taunting, his tongue flicking against mine, pulling back to nip my lower lip, making me chase him. I growled into his mouth, my hands clawing at his bare shoulders, digging into the lean muscle as I pressed myself against him, feeling his cock, hard and hot, against my stomach. “Eager, aren’t you?” he murmured against my lips, his voice laced with a cocky edge that made me want to wipe the smirk off his face. I reached down, grabbing his dick, stroking it slow and deliberate, twisting my wrist at the tip to make him hiss. His cock was different from Silas’s—longer, slightly curved, and I could already imagine how it’d feel inside me, hitting places Silas hadn’t reac

LYRA'S POV I sat with Ronan and Silas, trying to uncover what could have caused the attack on both Eamon and Alpha Jerome. "Even wolfsbane can't be that lethal when attended to," Ronan said, his brow furrowed in frustration. "It must be something else, something more. Someone we don’t know about must be involved in this," he added, his voice tense. "Seriously... I just can’t handle this anymore," I snarled, my hands gripping the edge of the table. "Wait, you hear that?" Silas asked, his head tilting. "Hear what?" The sound of sirens grew louder from a distance before stopping at the mansion’s gate. Mr. Jerome was brought in on a wheelchair, a drip attached to the chair, connected to a vein in his right arm. It had been four days since the doctor told us he was stable, but it didn’t seem so. Alpha Jerome couldn’t speak or move his body; it was as if he was almost paralyzed. Only his left hand had a little energy to twitch slightly. The medics pushed Alpha Jerome’s w