All Chapters of Ravished By Four Insatiable Beasts: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ZORYAI had never been one to ignore an opportunity, especially when it promised a chance to prove myself in front of the Lunar Council’s elite. So when the invitation arrived in Kaelen’s precise handwriting, I felt my chest tighten with a mix of excitement and wariness. Private symposium. Select attendees only. Your intellect and insight are requested, Zorya.The words lingered, elegant and commanding, like a melody I couldn’t shake. My wolf stirred at the call, alert yet intrigued, sensing both promise and peril. I hesitated only briefly before accepting. After all, my success at the university had already drawn attention—why not risk stepping further into the spotlight?The evening was crisp, the kind of cold that made the moon seem sharper and the shadows deeper. Kaelen had arranged a carriage to pick me up, black and silent, its sleek lines gliding over the cobblestone streets of Lunaris like a whisper. My fingers brushed against the leather straps of the harness securing my pack

ZORYAI had learned, over the past few weeks, that Kaelen Drayke never wasted a moment.He used time the way others used weapons—precise, quiet, and devastating if mishandled.The one-on-one seminar took place in a smaller wing of the Lunar Law tower, away from the noise of students and the ever-watchful presence of my mates. The room smelled faintly of parchment and moonstone polish, the walls etched with old sigils that hummed softly under my skin. My wolf didn’t like it. She paced restlessly inside me, claws scraping against my ribs, hackles raised.Kaelen noticed immediately.“You’re distracted today,” he said mildly, standing beside the long table instead of behind it. Too close. Always too close. “That’s unlike you.”“I’ve had a lot going on,” I replied, forcing my tone to remain neutral as I set my datapad down. “Assignments. Fieldwork. Surviving attempted murder.”His lips curved—not into a smile, but something more thoughtful. “You handled that incident with remarkable compos

ZORYAI didn’t go back to my apartment after the harbor.I went where the noise inside my head could be drowned out by sweat, impact, and motion—Iron Claw’s underground training hall. The place hummed with old aggression, steel and stone and the echo of wolves who’d bled here long before me. It smelled like Gunner.Heat. Smoke. Fight.He was already there when I arrived, shirtless, forearms wrapped, muscles slick with sweat as he pounded a heavy bag hard enough to make the chains scream. Each strike landed with barely restrained violence, like he was trying to beat something out of his own chest.“Gunner,” I called.He froze.Then slowly, he turned.The look in his eyes knocked the breath out of me—raw concern edged with something darker. Hunger. Relief. Anger. All tangled together.“You okay?” he asked immediately, crossing the mat in long strides.I nodded. Then shook my head. “I don’t know.”That was enough.He stopped a step away from me, fists flexing, jaw tight. “Who?”I exhaled

ZORYAI didn’t realize how quietly a line could be crossed until I was already standing on the other side of it.The first decision seemed harmless enough.It happened during a public forum hosted by the Faculty of Lunar Governance—one of those grand, echoing halls where stone and power remembered everything ever spoken inside them. Senior professors lined the dais. Council observers lingered in the shadows. Students packed the benches, buzzing with the energy of being close to authority.Kaelen stood at my shoulder, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through his tailored coat.“Speak your truth,” he murmured, voice low, steady. “Not what they expect. What you see.”I should have noticed how carefully he chose his words.When the debate shifted to energy-sharing accords between dominant packs and academic institutions, my hand rose almost on its own. I spoke about reform. About transparency. About decoupling Alpha authority from educational advancement.The hall went still

ZORYAThe exam was supposed to be routine.That was the first lie.I felt it the moment I stepped into the eastern examination wing—an old structure carved partly into the mountain stone, used for advanced Lunar Law simulations. The air was too still. The wards hummed at the wrong pitch, vibrating against my wolf like a warning bell struck underwater.My wolf paced inside me, uneasy.“Stay sharp,” I murmured to myself as students filed in around me, murmuring nervously. This wasn’t a written exam. It was a scenario-based assessment—reactive law, emergency protocols, energy containment. High stakes, but nothing we hadn’t trained for.At least, that’s what we were told.The doors sealed with a heavy thud behind us.The light shifted.And then the screams started.A pulse of corrupted lunar energy ripped through the chamber, throwing students off their feet like rag dolls. The illusion wards shattered instantly—this was no simulation. Shadow-forms bled through the cracked sigils, malform