21. Ripples

TRISTAN'S POVI sank down the wall and dug my fingers into my hair.I hurt. Everywhere, especially the bite mark lingering on my neck. Yet I wouldn’t quite call it pain; it was something sweeter, darker, heavier, infusing itself into every fiber of my body. Like Slate had somehow melded inside me and gotten under my skin. I shuddered and pressed my face into the heels of my palms.I could still smell…Us.The moonsbell still kept me from knowing his true scent, but it couldn’t mask the intermingled musk of male desire. His. Mine. Ours. Turning into something heady and wild together; something that clung to my clothing and flushed through me on every breath. I didn’t know why Slate had suddenly decided to touch me that way.But there was no denying he’d wanted me.And I’d wanted him right back.Fuck…I still wanted him. Still throbbed between my thighs with a needy hardness seconded only by the clawing ache inside that begged to be filled. Still felt the hard heat of his body pressed ag

Last Updated : 2026-10-12

22. Overheard

SLATE'S POVAnother dead night at the bar.Monday nights weren’t as barren as Thursdays, but by nine PM we’d still only had about a dozen patrons run through Link with their cigarette habits and their loneliness. Mike had come through a few times to check the till and top up the change, but mostly made himself unobtrusive and left me to the quiet of the main floor.Calm. Peaceful, almost. Maybe that was why I preferred weeknights. Lower tips, but also fewer people who needed the easy smiles and open invitation to trauma dump that everyone expected from their bartender. This was the life I’d made for myself. This was the life I knew.I hadn’t really minded who I needed to be for centuries.This cloak I wore to pretend to be ordinary; to have an everyday, forgettable life. Work. Home. A good book now and then; bad radio crackling old songs through the night; aged wine. Rinse and repeat. That had been enough—more than enough, all I really wanted—since I’d hung up the blade and left the b

Last Updated : 2026-10-14

23. Wastrel

TRISTAN'S POVI couldn’t go home.That night replayed across my thoughts again and again. Jennika’s hands against my chest. Her smile. Her scent—commingled anticipation, confidence, desire. I could tell she believed the lingering scent of male lust surrounding me was in response to her.And I could tell, from his satisfied and arrogant stance, that my father thought he’d maneuvered me expertly into his trap.I’d never excused myself faster. A sudden pressing matter that had just come up. An excuse my father would have to know was a lie, but that he wouldn’t dare challenge in front of the pack or risk making the schism in the Alpha family clear. And Jennika had no way of knowing I, as the next Alpha, didn’t have some urgent political family business to take care of. Maybe I didn’t like her still being able to smell the effect Slate had on me.But it kept her from smelling that I was lying, too.And kept her from following as I’d escaped the ballroom, stumbled out into the snow, flung m

Last Updated : 2026-10-15

24. Crossed Paths

SLATE'S POVCallista’s door swung shut behind me. The fresh vial of moonsbell spray dangled from my fingertips. Stronger this time, so when I got to the last dregs it wouldn’t thin out and leave my scent exposed like the last draught. If not for the moonsbell, I’d never have been able to come back to Clearstone. I’d have fucked off back to Louisiana—maybe even back to France—and stayed there.But the moonsbell not only masked my scent, but once it fully faded—it took all traces of itself with it. As if it had never been there. As if I had never been there. Strong enough and it could last a few days before the smell disappeared itself into nothing, taking my scent with it. When just passing through, it made me a ghost.This vial should keep me covered for another few months. Home called me, after a long night at the bar and more than an hour spent sharing ale over Callista’s fireplace. She made good ale, for a human who didn’t know when to die. Strong enough that even I could feel it.

Last Updated : 2026-10-16

All Chapters of The Boy Who Would Be Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 24

21. Ripples

22. Overheard

23. Wastrel

24. Crossed Paths