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Willa’s POV I moaned as he glided into me. Kael, the love of my life, was the first man to ever touch me intimately. Under the full moon, I loosened myself to his ministrations, us alone in the woods. His groans were music to my ear, until they turned into sudden coughs. Something wet and warm splattered on my face. I touched it and under the pale moonlight, I saw that it was blood. “Kael?” I pushed his shoulder. He had stopped moving, rigid and tense. Panic climbed into my throat, erasing any hint of pleasure that lingered by. “What's wrong—” He coughed again, pushing himself off me. The sight was one I could never forget. Not in a million years. Not after the mountains have been ground into dust, and the woods are dry and barren. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Kael was bleeding from every orifice on his face. He was choking, trying to say something but all that poured out was more blood. The sounds that left him were gurgled animal sounds. Like a
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 2. A chance at freedom
Willa’s POV “Enough of your stalling, witch!" The guard grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back. Out in the open, there was a mighty crowd parting to let the guards through. People were screaming for my head. Two men had died at my hand, they would not allow a third death. “She's cursed! Put her to death!” A woman shrieked. They were throwing all sorts of things at me. Rancid fruits, rotten eggs, even rocks. I guarded my head against the onslaught, but the guards did nothing to stop the unruly crowd. After Kael's death, whispers had spread like wildfire that any man who had anything to do with me would face the same fate. I was cursed, they say. But why? What have I done? Why would the goddess curse me with such fate? The rumors chased off any potential suitors, much to my uncle's displeasure. The man was scared of my existence, and the older I grew, the more likely it was that I could take back my birthright. He had arranged for a man from another pack to marry
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Willa’s POV The sight of the heavy shackles had me screaming, kicking, and fighting. I could not understand why they were blaming me for things I knew nothing about. I was terrified beyond my wits, especially when the cold metal bit into my sore wrists, ankles, and around my neck. I was a prisoner once more. I was not sure what I was expecting, but what happened next sent me to new heights of agony. A grunt, the leader grabbed the end of my chains and began to drag me along the thorn-riddled ground. I cried, trying to scramble to my feet, but I was weighed down by the shackles. The guards took turns dragging me down the rocky terrain, my screams roaring. Eternity passed, and I had retreated somewhere extremely dark and ugly in my mind. Until a voice cut through my bloodied daze. “We caught the wench, Alpha!” I was thrown across a distance, sliding across surprisingly smooth floors. “With all that dried blood from escaping previously, we smelled the filth from a mile away!
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NOX’s POV A voice stirred near my heart, the familiar snarl of my beast. ‘What are you hoping to gain?’ It judged, as it always did. But whatever thoughts churned within, I alone oversaw what was shown to the world. A slight smirk tugged at my lips as they dragged her away. She didn’t resist, her submission almost poetic, as if she’d accepted her fate. But then, they all do, eventually, when I'm pulling the strings. The thought should have amused me, but I merely watched with detached interest until she vanished from sight, leaving only her lingering scent. ‘Another one of your sadistic schemes, you narcissistic bastard.' This time, it was my Beta's voice invading my mind. Even as he fought for his life in some poison-induced coma, he still found a way to needle me. Not even toxins could silence his endless nagging. The scent that permeated the room at the time the coffee was brought wasn't the same as this which meant, my dear captive wasn't the one I was looking fo
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Willa’s POV I hated that he just watched. And I didn't care if these were his men, I was going to kill any who dared touch me. A white-hot flame went through me. Even if I had a curse, I wasn't going to wait for them to molest me before ripping off their throat. I gritted my teeth when he pounded my arm so hard on the concrete floor. He breathed into my face, the reek of alcohol shoving down my throat. I gagged. I didn’t think. Not once about the wolfsbane in my veins. I grabbed the hilt of the knife peeping from his boot and slammed it into his thick throat. My mouth and face were soon covered with his blood. I choked. The guard slumped back. “You bitch!” The other snarled. I scrambled up before the remaining one could pin me, but something rock hard hit my face. I tasted blood and dirt before I hit the wall. Stars danced in my vision, and I stumbled to my feet again out of instinct, grabbing the hunting knife. Not this time, not here, I won’t allow i
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Willa’s POV I entered the room alone, immediately struck by the odd sound of humming. Alpha Nox stood by a grand window, fingers tapping against the sill as he hummed a jaunty tune. As if he were genuinely enjoying himself while I was plucked. In the corner, a telescope gleamed, its brass fittings catching the daylight. My gaze darted to a laden tray nearby, the aroma immediately hitting me like a slap in the face. My stomach growled loudly, and I cursed it silently. It had been weeks since I’d had anything close to a decent meal. The melody cut off abruptly as his gaze fell upon me. "Dear heavens," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "You clean up rather nicely. Almost passable as a normal pack member now." I bristled at his casual tone. "Why did you have them clean me up?" He chuckled, sauntering closer. “Don't flatter yourself. You reeked of blood and filth. I simply wouldn't want my throne room suffocating when you're brought in for..." he paused. “My utmos
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WILLA’S POV The water had a glitter to it, like the stars themselves lay within it, unlike anything I had ever seen. It was mesmerizing, making me forget—if only for a moment—how desperate my situation was. The pack must have been named after this lake, I thought, as I watched it twinkle. Unlike what I’d expected, the tunnel had no guard lingering around, which was good … a small miracle in a night full of dread. I had imprinted every nook and crony of it into my brain for when it will come in handy. But what now? What was my next move? I had no plan beyond finding the tunnel and where it lead. Maybe I do have to hope another guard finds me and locks me up in a different cell, because I hadn't thought about what I would do after finding out about the tunnel. But then, I haven't crossed anyone, though and the night was peaceful for once— So, I didn't think as I took off my clothes and reached for the shimmering lake. It was cold, freezing, but I wadded in, despite the ob
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 8. Luna in the lake
NOX’S POV I stared out the window, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the grounds. The scar on her chin, I'd noticed, wasn't as fresh as I'd first thought. It was an old wound. With the grime and blood washed away, she looked almost fragile. Hard to believe she was the same woman who'd taken a guard's eye and killed another. The sound of rustling fabric broke my reflection. Hunter was dressing behind me, his reflection ghostly in the glass. "You look oddly entertained,” Hunter said as if mocking me. “How long are you planning to keep it up?” I ignored him, humming to myself. I wonder why the bastard didn't die. “Will you let her stay another night in the cell?" He asked. I didn't turn, keeping my gaze planted on the horizon. "She can survive more than a night there," I mused. "Perhaps she'll have a little surprise for me when she's finally out." Hunter continued dressing, buttons clicking softly. "I'd like to see her," he said, an edge to his voice.
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 102. Some past
Astrid’a POV The moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the pack house roof, casting long shadows between weathered slate tiles where I perched precariously, one leg dangling over the edge, the other bent beneath. My sanctuary. My moment of peace after a day that had been nothing short of a goddamn circus. I'd swiped the bottle from the kitchen—a rich, dark vintage that promised to burn just right—alongside a plate of fruit pie that smelled like home. The pie was divine. Flaky crust, hints of cinnamon and apple, probably baked by one of the pack's elder women who still believed in the comfort of traditional cooking. Not that I cared about traditions. A soft scuff against the slate. "I guess you found my secret spot," a voice drawled, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the night air. Vad? I choked mid-swallow, the wine burning a path down my throat. Of course. Because the universe has a sick sense of humor, and Vad was it
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 100. What killed Kael
Willa’s POV The words hung in the air like poison—"Not to count Kael... his death was tragic, but he had it coming." My heart constricted, a physical pain so intense I thought I might shatter. Eamon hadn't killed Kael. I had. The guilt crashed over me in waves, drowning rational thought. If only he'd distanced himself from me, if he'd walked away, he might still be breathing. "How do you know all of this?" The question escaped my lips, a fragile whisper barely holding together. Damien's lips curled with a cruelty that made my skin crawl. "Because I helped him. I made all of your potential mates quit." The casual way he spoke—as if erasing lives was nothing more than a mundane task—ignited a fury deep within me. He hadn't suffered. He hadn't lost everything. I had lost my friends, lost Kael, lost the only person who had truly understood me when it mattered much. "Kael was weak," Damien continued, his voice a clinical dissection of my past. "He was never g
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Willa’s POV The half-moon hung like a silent witness in the night sky, its silver light spilling through the broken window where I stood. My fingers clutched the silk bedsheet around me, the fabric cool against my flushed skin. But something profound had shifted between us moments ago—I'd heard his voice in my mind, clear as crystal: Mine. Mate. The words still resonated in my chest like the lingering notes of a song. Only true mates could share thoughts, feel each other's emotions through that sacred bond. It wasn't supposed to exist between Nox and me—yet there it had been, as real as the cool night air kissing my skin. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, remembering how desperately she'd wanted his mark. The thought should have terrified me—marking was sacred, an irreversible claim between true mates. Instead, my skin tingled with the memory of his mouth against my throat, and how right it had felt. But he never did mark me. Warm lips brushed my
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 98. Mine! Mate
Willa’s POV I watched as relief flickered across Nox's face—subtle enough that weeks ago, I wouldn't have caught it. Now, I was learning to read the micro-expressions that crossed those sharp features, the tiny tells that betrayed his thoughts. "You all were late," I said, adjusting my robe more tightly around myself. Water still dripped from my hair—and my scalp still hurt. The plan had been simple: appear vulnerable, draw out whoever was working against us from within. And it had worked—perhaps too well, considering the attempted drowning in my own bathtub. But I knew Nox well enough by now to suspect there was more to his and Vad's absence. He never made a move without multiple purposes. "Had to take the long way back," Nox explained. "Needed to ensure we weren't followed." Beside him, Vad cocked his head, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched me. "Besides," Nox continued, clicking his tongue, "you had Astrid and Davina
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Nox’s POV I’d anticipated a lot of fallout, but not this. Fuck! Silence punctured the council chamber, thick with implied pressure and disbelief. My jaw clenched, muscles coiled tight beneath my skin as I watched Willa—her frame vibrating with a rage so pure, so concentrated it could slice through steel. But only visible enough for me to tell. Somehow, they had escaped—not by magic, but by conscious layout. Even with the young woman’s gifts as a seer, no strange power had intervened after the smoke flared. This had been deliberate, every step mapped out. The shockwave that came with it had sent a few Alpha tumbling. And Willa… she wasn’t startled. With all Eamon had revealed about her father, it was impossible to tell which emotion churned within her the most. Was it hatred? Wrath? For once I feared her thought. The dagger remained where it was, untouched—for now. But I knew, without a doubt, that if the moment had been hers, she would not have he
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Nox’s POV The pressure in the council chamber thickened as the drunk's voice quivered, each word dragged from his throat. "I got to know Pack Leader Eamon during a raid on the eastern villages of the Moonviel Pack years ago. We were being led by Rogue Leader Thadeus then..." Finneas's face darkened, a deep frown etching lines across his forehead. "What?" The drunk's fingers trembled against the floor. "Yes, it was so brother…" He swallowed hard. "A chance encounter—or rather, an unlucky one on a full moon night. Thadeus was..." His voice cracked. "Thadeus was energetic as ever with his speeches, rallying us for the raids. It was going well at first. He was a good wolf—the only reason he agreed to that raid was because we got word of a cargo caravan moving supplies through the Cull Path." "Those were dark times. I had barely passed being a cub. Finneas remember—we had no food. Our camp was starving, wolves turning on each other. Thadeus never wanted that future for h
