All Chapters of My Dying Luna Became My Deadliest Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"GENESIS!" Draven’s deep, command-laced voice snatched her out of an uncomfortable haze, and she snapped upright in the seat, gasping when the chest restraint pulled painfully taut across her collarbone."What?""We’re here.""Where? The pack inn?" She unbuckled the strap and craned her neck to take in her surroundings. She didn’t see a formal lodge, only a small, sturdy timber cottage tucked near the treeline."Is this a private lodge?" she asked, her voice raspy.He unbuckled his own harness and shook his head, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line."The border outpost is overrun with visiting packs for the summer solstice. Every room in Moonhollow Crossing is booked solid. You’re staying with me.""Oh no." The prospect of sharing a sanctuary with Draven after the sharp, merciless words he’d dropped on the drive filled her with immediate dread. "I can’t stay here with you. What about the next border keep? Or Elderfang Haven? I know it’s a longer ride, but—""Don’t be ridiculous. Wh

An hour later, after the most awkward yet satisfying scrub of her life under the cabin's wash pipe, Genesis finally felt like a real wolf again. Or nearly one. She was still completely spent, and her toe was throbbing like mad. Her foot couldn't bear her weight at all.At least she looked somewhat presentable. It had taken everything in her not to let out a frustrated growl when she saw her reflection earlier. Her long black hair had been a tangled, sticky disaster of dust, sweat, twigs, and dried mud, mostly escaping the tight braid she’d put it in before leaving that morning. Her skin was caked in dried dirt, leaving light circles around her eyes where her riding goggles had rested.And then there were the stinging, red midges bites.This day, which had started with the hope of taking back control, had turned into a complete disaster. It could have ended with her bleeding out in rogue lands, but instead it was ending with the complete death of any tiny hope she’d harbored of saving

"You've made it clear that you think I'm an awful Luna. Cold. Unfeeling. Lacking in both soul and instinct. That about cover it?" Genesis asked, swaying a little beneath the weight of exhaustion and pain."You never let me into your mind," Draven growled, stepping closer as his scent heavy with dominance filled the narrow space. "Yesterday was the first time in years I ever felt like my mate actually needed me.""I'm so fucking sorry I'm not some weak, submission-trained pack female who can't even shift without asking for your permission!""I never wanted a submission-trained female, Gen!" he snapped, his fists clenching until his knuckles turned bone white. "You're always so damn self-reliant. I felt completely useless. Like I served no purpose in your life as an Alpha. You wouldn't even share pack business when you came back from the Citadel. Even when your wolf was clearly hurting, you locked me out.""I refused to bring High Council politics and blood-debts into our private quarte

"Come on, female," Draven muttered in disgust when he saw Genesis after her scrub half an hour later. His dark eyes were burning with possessive fury as he raked them over her body. "I've been looking for that tunic for moons!"She was wearing a loose pair of shorts—one of her own this time—and a white cotton band tunic stamped with an old pack emblem."Oh." Genesis hooked her thumbs in the bottom corners of the fabric, stretching it out to look down at the worn emblem. She'd just grabbed the closest clean tunic from her travel bag without paying attention to what was on it."Goddess, don't stretch the collar out like that," Draven growled, taking a sharp step forward. "It's custom woven!""Do you even care about this crest?" Genesis asked, limping awkwardly toward the heavy oak table and sitting down. "I just found it mixed in with my pack furs back at the Citadel.""And what? You decided it was finders keepers?" He sounded peevish and aggressive, standing by the hearth with his dark

He had a thin fur hide draped over his muscular thighs and bunched around his waist.His mouth was slightly parted, his sharp jaw completely relaxed in deep sleep.He was wearing a pair of loose, dark grey trousers.No tunic.Genesis felt her throat go bone-dry at the sight of his bare chest. The light dusting of golden fur over his pecs trailed down his hard abs, thickening as it reached his waistband.In the beginning, before the pregnancy and their mating ceremony, she had loved running her lips down that warm skin. She had craved taking soft, possessive bites of his tight stomach on her way down to his thick, straining cock.His male body had been her sacred instrument, and her female wolf had known how to play every cord.After their ceremony, though?There was no intimacy until after she lost the pup. And when they finally came together again, everything had changed. The wild urgency and heat were gone.His touch had been practiced and skilled, but inside, her wolf knew it was c