All Chapters of Beneath The Moon's Bite: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RAFE'S POVThe second day, the fever came.I woke to heat ... .so Intense, burning heat radiating from his skin like he'd been sitting in front of a fire. I scrambled up, my heart slamming against my ribs, and threw the blankets off him."Luca. Luca!" I called, but there was no response, just that terrible heat, building and building.I grabbed a cloth from the basin Elara had left, soaked it in cool water, and pressed it to his forehead. His skin sizzled against the water, it actually sizzled, like water on hot stones."Come on, come on, love. Fight it.” I bathed his face, his neck, his chest, the water evaporated almost instantly. I dipped the cloth again, again, again, my movements desperate and frantic.Outside, the pack's prayers changed. They could feel it too, somehow, their voices rose, more urgent, more desperate.Through the bond, I felt Luca struggling. I felt him fighting something I couldn't see, couldn't reach, couldn't help with."Please." I begged. "Please, my love don

RAFE'S POVDawn broke on the fourth day, I was still sitting on the chair, holding his hand. The candle had burned out hours ago, but nothing mattered except the rise and fall of his chest, the faint pulse in his wrist, the thread of the bond in my own heart.I hadn't slept for three days, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw him convulsing, saw his body arching off the bed, saw the foam at the corners of his mouth. So I kept them open to keep watching and waiting for the moment when his eyes would flutter and he would look at me and smile and say something stupid and wonderful so everything would be okay.But that moment never came, the first light crept through the window, painting his face in shades of gold and rose. He looked peaceful and beautiful, like he was sleeping.I squeezed his hand. "Good morning, love its another day. You made it through another night."Still no response anyway that was fine. He was still fighting and i could feel him.The bond was a bit too quiet

RAFE'S POVThe pyre stood at the center of the compound. It was massive and towering, made of the oldest wood the pack could find, soaked in sacred oils that had been passed down through generations. At its peak, a bed of fragrant herbs waited to receive him.They had dressed him in white. I watched from the doorway of the cabin as they carried him out. Six elders lead the procession, their faces solemn, their steps slow and deliberate. Luca lay on a litter of woven branches, his silver hair fanned out around his head, his hands folded on his chest, the moonstone glinting in the torchlight.He looked beautiful, but dead. The pack parted as the procession passed, wolves fell to their knees, bowing their heads. Some reached out to touch the edge of the litter, a final connection, a last goodbye. Others simply wept, their tears falling on the ground where he would never walk again.I followed, I don't know how. My legs moved on their own, carrying me behind the elders, behind the body of

NOTE: FLASHBACK AHEAD.LUCA'S POV“My love how did you survive?” Race asked holding me close to his chest as we sat on the bed.“I don’t really know……but I remember the darkness.” I replied fondling his chin.“Darkness?” He asked and I nodded, explaining everything i remember.FLASHBACK…….I found myself in the darkness before creation. I just floated around in it for what felt like forever. I had no body, no breath and no heartbeat. All i had was just... awareness. The barest flicker of consciousness, wondering if this was death, if this was what everyone feared, if this was the end.Is this it? I thought. Is this all there is? The darkness didn't answer. I was about giving up when I felt a pull, it was gentle at first, like a thread tugging at my chest.I remebered Rafe. His voice echoed in the void, distant but clear. He was talking to me, telling me about the first time he saw me after my shift, about the waterfall and about cauliflower.I tried to reach for him, but I had no hand

RAFE'S POVNOTE: SPICY INTIMATE CHAPTER AHEAD (R18)I jerked away. "Patient baby…..be patient let daddy play with you.” I teased him, twisting his right ni**le“Strip for daddy now.” I ordered him and he hurriedly stripped out of his boxers, standing bare and hard for me. I smirked and bent a little and took his hard d**k in my mouth tasting his sweet precum, while my hand s caressed his balls.As my fingers and mouth increased their speed i could feel him approaching the edge. He was on the brink when I pushed him gently back on the bed and shifted back a little….watching ng his lustful expression.I reached for the lube in my nightstand, the motion was so familiar it was almost automatic. How many times had I done this? How many nights had we spent like this, tangled together, learning each other's bodies, creating something beautiful between us? Too many to count. Not nearly enough.But my hands shook as I opened it, they shook as I coated my fingers. They shook as I reached betwe