All Chapters of His Fractured Luna Became His Greatest Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Hell yeah, she is." Garron shrugged like it was nothing, his white cane resting against his knee as he rolled an unlit cigarette between his large black fingers. "Head Librarians know their shit, wife. Why fuck around when I can go straight to the best source for wolf lore?"Before Briony could open her mouth to snap at him, Lady Eirlys dropped a stack of heavy leather-bound books on the wooden table between them."Here you go, you two." Lady Eirlys grinned, her eyes dancing as she shot them a knowing wink. "Some light reading for the newlyweds.""You're the best, Mom." Garron rested a thick, muscular hand on the back of Briony's chair, close enough that his knuckles brushed her pale shoulder, radiating intense heat. "Can't wait to get back to the den and dive into them. How about you, wife?"He looked straight at her when he said it, the dark rumble of his voice landing like a physical touch. He said the word slow, deliberate. Like he knew exactly how much it unraveled her human com

BRIONY ASHBRIAR stood frozen in the center of the loft, her breath catching as the heavy alpha scent of Garron Frostwarden filled her lungs."I have never had a human mate who is hell-bent on destroying her own body rather than letting me carry her," Garron growled, his white cane resting against the nightstand as he stepped closer. "And it is driving me out of my fucking mind."My heart hammered hard against my ribs. The raw, possessive fury in his voice wasn't just alpha pride—it was something terrifyingly real. For two weeks since we signed the fake blood treaty, I've watched him hover, but having him this close, feeling the heat off his skin, was an entirely different beast.I was not thriving on my own. I was barely surviving, my back constantly screaming under the weight of the Ashbriar Homestead.Garron didn't wait for permission. He climbed onto the oversized fur-covered mattress beside me, stretching his massive 5.8-foot frame along my side. He tucked one dark, corded arm ben

GARRON FROSTWARDEN never imagined he would happily spend his mornings elbow-deep in the Ravenfeather Roost, but here he was. Turned out, he liked helping his human mate. He liked knowing that his effort eased her brutal days, even if every move he made seemed to set off her temper.It was worth her irritation knowing her back got a break.He had just gathered the last of the eggs when his parchment stone vibrated in his tunic pocket. Probably his mother calling about pack business, or some minor catastrophe down at The Howling Stag Tavern. He wiped his dark, calloused hands on his trousers, pulled out the stone, and went completely rigid at the glowing runes on the surface.Oswin Ashbriar’s name flashed across the quartz."Fuck," Garron muttered. He stared at the glowing stone for three solid seconds before accepting his fate and channeling his voice through the quartz link. "Hey, man."He tried to keep his tone light. He had no idea what this could be about—certainly not him secretly

BRIONY ASHBRIAR lay frozen beside Garron in the dim glow of the Moonwatch Tower Den, her heart hammering against her ribs as his heavy alpha scent filled her lungs."I can feel your smugness all the way over here," I muttered into the dark, breaking the heavy silence between us.Garron shifted on the fur-covered mattress, his white cane resting against the nightstand as he turned his dark, muscular frame toward me. "That obvious, hellcat?""You are practically vibrating with it.""Can't help it," Garron growled softly, a unlit cigarette resting between his lips as his dark fingers found my bare waist. "I have a hell of a lot to be smug about. You remember. You were there."My face burned hot in the shadows, my wet core throbbing with a phantom ache at the memory of grinding against his heavy shaft through our clothes. "You don't even know the half of it."Garron raised a dark brow, his blind eyes fixing in my direction as his hand tightened on my hip. "What does that mean?""Nothing,"

BRIONY ASHBRIAR stood beside Garron Frostwarden at the center of Frosthaven Harvest Square, her heart racing as his heavy alpha presence dominated the wooden trading stall.The Blood Moon Harvest Grounds always made Frosthaven Moonreach feel like we were living in an ancient wolf territory under siege by celebration. Ever-burning mage lights were strung overhead between stone archways, creating a canopy of crimson glow. It smelled like spun sugar, pine resin, and cold mountain air. Pack members and visiting humans strolled through the square, where dozens of wooden stalls were set up. A bard troupe played in the central gazebo with shifter families strewn on the grass, soaking in the pre-blood moon energy.While Ashbriar Wolfstead had participated in the harvest every year for as long as I could remember, this was the first year our stall wasn’t a fragile, hand-stitched leather tent. Instead, we were stationed in a thick oak booth Garron built with his bare hands along with the help o