All Chapters of House of Love and Moonlight: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Dragons’ Paid PussyThe room was pitch black except for the faint glow of a streetlight filtering through the thin curtains. Cordelia’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she could barely breathe. She clutched the sheet to her naked chest, eyes wide with terror as Jax stood at the foot of her bed like a nightmare come to life.He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling. His golden eyes glowed with an unnatural light in the darkness. Scales shimmered faintly across his broad shoulders and down his arms. The primal energy radiating from him filled the small bedroom, making the air feel thick and heavy.“Jax…” she whispered, voice trembling. Fear and something close to excitement warred inside her.He didn’t speak at first. He simply stared at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as if he was physically fighting the urge to pounce.“I tried,” he growled, the sound low and guttural. “I tried to stay away

The Dragons’ Paid PussyCordelia’s phone slipped from her trembling fingers and fell onto the bed. The silence that followed Scout’s call was deafening. Her chest tightened painfully as panic flooded her system, cold, suffocating, and overwhelming.Jax’s arms were still wrapped around her, but she barely felt them. Her mind was spinning with terror. Scout had videos. He could destroy her mother. The loan sharks were already circling and she had no way out.“I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered, voice cracking. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she curled into Jax’s broad chest, seeking comfort from the very monster who had broken her. “They’re going to ruin what’s left of my life. My mother… she’ll never forgive me if she finds out what I did.”Jax’s large hand stroked her back in slow, soothing motions, but his body was vibrating with barely contained rage. His golden eyes glowed brighter in the darkness, scales rippling visibly across his shoulders and chest. The pr

The Dragons’ Paid PussyThe penthouse was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the windows, but the atmosphere inside was anything but peaceful. A heavy tension hung in the air like smoke, thick and suffocating. Cordelia sat curled up on the large sectional sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket, her body still aching from the events of the night and the emotional weight of everything that had happened.She watched in silence as the three brothers gathered around the long marble table, their powerful presences dominating the open living space. Elijah stood at the head, his posture straight and commanding, his golden-blond hair catching the light as he reviewed something on a tablet. Ruby leaned back in his chair with deceptive casualness, though his blue eyes were sharp and calculating. Jax paced slowly behind them, his massive frame radiating barely contained fury, scales flickering intermittently across his shoulders and arms as his golden eyes glowed with prima

Forty and Starving”Dr. Lily’s povThe clinic hummed with its usual afternoon rhythm, but my mind refused to settle. Three days had crawled by since Alpha Jay walked out of my exam room, his parting words still echoing in my ears. I told myself it was nothing. Just a patient. Just a moment of weakness brought on by another cold night beside Mark. Yet every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way his gaze had held mine, steady and unafraid, as if he could see straight through the white coat and the wedding ring to the woman beneath.I sat at my desk reviewing charts when Sarah knocked lightly. “Alpha Jay Sherwood is here for his follow-up. Room three.”My stomach tightened. I smoothed my hands down my coat, took a slow breath, and walked down the hallway. When I pushed open the door, he was already seated on the edge of the exam table, legs slightly apart, wearing a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. A faint sheen of sweat still clung to his neck from whatever he had b

Forty and StarvingLily’s povReturning home, I turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, expecting the usual quiet house and the faint glow of Mark’s laptop in the study. Instead, warm light spilled from the dining room, carrying the rich aroma of garlic, herbs, and simmering tomato sauce. My steps slowed. Mark appeared in the hallway, wiping his hands on a dish towel, wearing a soft smile I hadn’t seen in months.“Welcome home,” he said, stepping forward to take my bag. He pulled me into a hug, arms wrapping around me with a firmness that felt new. “I know I’ve been distant. Work has been eating me alive, but that’s no excuse. Tonight is just for us.”I breathed in the scent of his cologne mixed with cooking spices. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “This is… unexpected.”He smiled and led me to the table where candles flickered and two glasses of red wine waited. We ate slowly while I shot him surprise glances. The pasta was perfectly seasoned, the wine rich on my tongu