Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fatebound To The Cursed Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter Twelve—An unforgivable bond It was beyond tempting. Whatever had crawled its way up my body, my soul, my very sense of being. I couldn’t understand it. Still asleep. The magnetic feeling of being pulled towards something….someone. It felt like that night. The night I married her—the cursed girl that was responsible for all my sorrows. The feeling was too overwhelming, consuming every part of my body as I reached for something I wasn’t even sure was there in my sleep. I felt it below too. I was loyal to the woman I loved, but whatever was happening to me had brought my loins into a burning flame. I was heated. Hungry. I wanted whatever this tempting sensation had to give. I was ready to devour the being at the end of the line I was being drawn towards. So I nipped my bottom lip in my slumber, almost letting out a grunt as I let it envelope me. I was ready to give myself to whatever this was, as long as I felt the same level of comfort….sweetness. It w

Chapter Fifteen—A painful memory She healed me?? “How’s that even possible?” I snorted, “She’s cursed. She has no healing power.” “We don’t know how too.” Imelda muttered, it was clear how tired she was, “I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t witness it.” “What did you witness?” I asked. I wanted to know. “Her markings,” Uncle Lenard answered instead, “You should’ve seen her markings. They looked like they were moving as she held onto her hand. It was almost like a succubus.” “A succubus?” My brow perked up in question, “What is a succubus?” He shrugged, “I read it on one of my books. It’s like a spawn of the sort, something that sucks the vitality of a mortal. Only, I don’t think she was sucking out your vitality dear nephew. I think she was taking away your pain and giving it to herself.” I gasped, I took a step back, “That makes no sense. She— “It’s exactly our thoughts,” Imelda spoke up, “It’s as confusing as ever. There are so

Chapter Seventeen—Domestic ~TANNER~ It hurt me to refuse Cecile’s request. It hurt her even more, hence why she pushed me away and slapped me right across the face. She accused me of loving her less, of wanting to make sweet love to her sister instead of her, she accused me of loving Lydia. Her words hurt me deeply, cutting so deep that I couldn’t help but be shocked at the vitriol that spilled out of her mouth. I knew she despised her sister, we shared the same hatred, but I’ve never seen such form of resentment ooze out of her before. “Go to the witch,” she cursed at me, “Go profess your undying love towards her.” “You’re being overly sensitive,” I responded bitterly, “I can’t run away with you. The pack needs—- “To hell with the pack!” She snarled, “I am the one you love. I should be more important than the pack!” “Cecile just listen to— “No!!” She pushed me away, “I’m tired of Lydia taking everything away from me! First my mother, then my father’s

Chapter Nineteen—The Dying Wolves ~TANNER~ Two Dead. Three sick. Four with the very same symptoms. I’d thought being called uptown would be about some land dispute, only to find Imelda waiting patiently for my arrival, with a sullen look on her face as she explained the nature of the situation. “The elders called this to my attention,” she muttered, “They saw a vision from the goddess.” It was all too familiar—the chapped lips, the blackened eyes, the faint red lines across the crease of their foreheads. It was cruel, painful, with each victim coughing up an asinine amount of blood till they can take it no more. I watched in horror as she showed me one of the bodies. It took a while to get rid of the forming crowd, pushing my way through as we both reached the focal point of the circle, “He’s the son of a distant relative. He’s only a poor boy, and now he’s gone.” I shook my head, unable to fathom this happening all over again, “It can’t be.

Chapter Twenty-one—The singing Luna He gasped loudly, “That’s not….that’s not possible.” I rubbed my temple, “I wanted to believe it wasn’t. You need to have seen them, uncle. The blackened eyes, the frosted lips, the pale skin. It’s back and it’s taken over the ones uptown.” “But the…” he stuttered, “The prophecy. It clearly said— “At this point we need to ignore the prophecy.” I wanted to snap but the ghastly look in his face reminded me of the pain he went through whilst tending to my mother, he was as shocked and terrified as I was. Silence loomed between us for a moment. He stared at me with a question now, “The girl….” “Yes?” “You don’t think she’s responsible for this, do you?” I paused, “I— “Tanner I know that look in your eyes,” he said, “You’re not planning on doing anything rational, are you?” I raised my hands in mock surrender, “What would you have me do exactly?” “Not try to get rid of your mate.” “Cheek