Semua Bab The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

GavenThe moon is already climbing.I feel it long before I see it. The familiar pressure in my blood, the tightening in my chest, the restless ache that has nothing to do with hunger and everything to do with instinct. I bolt my bedroom door and draw the curtains tight, sealing myself in the way I’ve learned to do over the years.Alone. That’s how I’ve survived the full moon for a long time, and I see no reason to change how I do things now. I stopped bringing women to my room long ago. I found that while they said they understood what no strings attached meant. They didn’t actually mean it. After the moon cycle ended, they would make their way to my door, night after night, begging to be let in. When I rejected them, it made things messy for several weeks after the fact, and I grew tired of the drama. It has been easy to lock myself in my room on the nights of the full moon. There was nothing on the other side of that door that tempted me enough to make me leave. That is, un

GavenHer skin tastes sweeter than I ever could have imagined, and I can’t stop myself from dragging my tongue along the inside of her thigh.She came to me in nothing more than a cotton nightgown. It covered enough, but now that she is sitting in front of me with her legs spread, it doesn’t leave anything to my imagination. I can already see her nipples hardening under the fabric and the wet spot forming in her panties. She wants me, whether she understands that or not. Each day I spend with her, the bond between us grows stronger, and I am not sure I will be able to deny it much longer. I am no longer sure that I want to. Fern was made for me. She is perfect. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from her legs and sit back on my feet, taking in the sight of her. Her face is flushed, and her hair already looks tangled. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. A creature so beautiful that she deserves to be worshiped like a goddess.“Gaven,” she whimpers my name, sq

FernI wake slowly, and for the first time since I can remember, I don’t feel startled or afraid. I don’t worry about what is waiting for me when I open my eyes. There is no need to be scared, not when Alpha Gaven protects me like a member of his pack, possibly more. Warmth surrounds me. It is solid and steady, and for a few disoriented seconds, I don’t move, afraid that if I do, whatever this is will vanish. My back is pressed to a broad chest, an arm draped around my waist like it belongs there. My cheek rests against fabric that smells like him.I feel safe, but the moon cycle is over. My heat is gone.The sharp, restless ache that ruled my body during the full moon has faded into something distant and manageable. But the mark on my hip throbs almost constantly now in a deep, rhythmic pulse that feels less like pain and more like… awareness.Like it’s awake.I swallow and keep that thought to myself. I should probably tell Maelis. Or someone. But the idea of saying it out loud

FernFor the first time since arriving at Blackmoor, I forget to be careful.Mara and I sit tucked into a sunny corner of the Luna office, plates half-eaten between us, the windows thrown open to let in the breeze. It feels… ordinary. Comfortable. The kind of moment I never used to let myself have.“And then Wesley tried to dance,” Mara says, snorting into her cup. “I swear the entire Solstice Ball nearly stopped out of sheer shock.”I laugh, the sound surprising even me. “I don’t believe you.”“You should. He has rhythm,” she insists, wiggling her shoulders. “Just… not the kind anyone expects.”I shake my head, smiling. “I’ve never been to a Solstice Ball.”Mara’s eyes widen. “Never?”I shrug. “I usually worked them.”Her expression flickers. I can see her anger on my behalf, but she recovers quickly. “Well, you won’t be this year. The Blackmoor Solstice Ball is… something else. Lights everywhere. Music. Fire pits. Half the packs on the continent will be watching, and the other half

GraceThe Vale pack house feels smaller when I return.Not physically, its halls are still wide, its stone walls still thick with history, but it no longer bends around me the way it should. Whispers trail in my wake. Glances linger too long. Someone has already noticed the bruising beneath my collarbone, the faint rasp in my voice when I breathe.Good. Let them see it.I walk through the front doors with my chin lifted and my spine straight, even as my muscles scream in protest. Pain is nothing. I’ve endured worse. My pride, however, cuts deeper, and it’s the only wound that truly matters.A servant rushes forward, eyes widening when she takes me in. “My lady… should I?”“No,” I snap. “Fetch my father.”She hesitates, then scurries away.I don’t slow as I cross the great hall. I let my boots echo against the stone. I let my presence announce itself. Wolves look up from their conversations, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern.They should be concerned. Everything is