All Chapters of The Luna They Buried : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ZELDA’s POV I didn't sleep.How could I? Even wrapped in his arms, my body refused to calm down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him between my thighs. Felt his tongue. Heard myself screaming his name like some wild thing I didn't recognize.My cheeks burned just thinking about it."Sit on my face."Three words. That's all it took to destroy me. I rocked against his mouth without shame, my hips moving on their own, chasing something I didn't understand. His grip on my thighs was iron. He wouldn't let me pull away. Didn't care if he could breathe. Didn't care about anything except drinking me down.Five times. Five. By the end, tears were streaming down my face and I was begging. For what? I still don't know. More. Less. Everything. Nothing.And even now, with the morning light creeping through the curtains, my thighs pressed together at the memory."I see someone is thinking of me."His sleepy voice hit the back of my neck and I froze. Then his hand slid between my legs before I c

AUTHOR’S POV“Kill her, kill her.”The words had been repeating inside Leah’s head all night, over and over again. She couldn’t get them out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried. Her sister had said it, and somehow, those two words had refused to leave her alone.She tossed and turned beneath the covers, her mind going far and wide as she stared into the darkness. Sleep was nowhere near her anymore. Eventually, she stretched her hand beneath the bed and felt around until her fingers touched something wooden. She pushed the bulky box forward, and a book slipped out, falling into her waiting hands.Leah sat up and opened it.Page after page was filled with names. Some had been neatly crossed out, while others were marked so violently that the ink had almost torn through the paper.The judgement book.She stared at the empty space on the next page for a moment before reaching for her pen. A mischievous smile slowly spread across her lips as she pressed the tip against the paper.The

AUTHOR'S POVZelda kept waiting for the morning Leah's madness would break, for whatever had gotten into her to finally let go. Instead, it tightened its grip. Leah showed up at her door almost every day now, a paper bag of breakfast warm in her hands, the smell of fresh bread curling in ahead of her before she even said a word.She lingered in ways Zelda didn't know how to file away. She talked pack business like the two of them had always been trusted with each other's secrets. She laughed easily, tucked herself close on the couch, sifted through Zelda's clothes with an opinion on every piece, even brought up baby shopping like it was the most natural thing between them. Zelda's stomach turned each time.One afternoon Leah stayed through the whole of lunch, elbows on the table, chin propped in her palm, talking like there was nowhere else in the world she needed to be."I would love for you to join the women's sports club this weekend," Leah said, her smile arriving a beat too fast.

ZELDA'S POVHis lips tasted different. Wrong. And I felt different too, like I'd been poured into someone else's skin.My hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer, my waist rolling against the hard line of his thighs. Heat climbed through me in waves I couldn't name, spreading low in my belly, prickling under my skin until I wanted to claw out of my own body. I wanted the ache to stop. I wanted it to never stop. I wanted relief so badly my hands were shaking.He was rough, too rough, and somehow that only made me want more. My fingers found his collar and started working it loose. Then I heard it.Boom.The door slammed open so hard it cracked against the wall, and the sound sent a jolt of ice straight through the fire in my veins."What the hell is going on here?"Vance.Even through the fog clouding my mind, even with my vision swimming, I knew that voice anywhere.Reality crashed into me all at once. The man I'd been kissing wasn't Vance. It had never been Vance.My legs buck

ZELDA'S POVI lingered at the door longer than I should have, tying the scarf tighter around my hair until only my eyes showed. My palms were slick against the tray, the porcelain cups rattling softly with every breath I took. Finally, I pushed the door open.Leah and her minion sat curled together on the settee, giggling over something on a folded slip of paper. I bent my head low and kept my steps small and even, the way the other servants did, and they didn't so much as glance up. I moved forward, the scent of mango juice sharp and sweet in my nose."I blame that useless servant," Leah said, laughing so hard she had to press a hand to her chest. "If she had come at the right time, we would have gotten to watch the real show.""I know, right?" her friend said, leaning in. "I wanted to watch the Alpha's face when he saw his mate lying with his greatest enemy."I froze mid-step. They were talking about me. The realization hit like cold water down my spine, and my hand jerked before I