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NOX’s POV I stalked through the hallways. Maids, servants, and guards scrambled to bow and murmur greetings as I passed. Their fear was noticeable, a scent as familiar to me as my own. "Alpha," they whispered, eyes downcast. I barely acknowledged them, barely looked elsewhere other than ahead. I was searching for one thing—or rather, one infuriating woman who had the audacity to vanish from under my nose. I'd sent Hunter off to handle the tedious arrangements for the council meeting. Dear goddess, she knew just how to tempt my patience. The door to her room nearly splintered as I threw it open. Empty. The scent of her lingered, mocking me. I hissed, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control. I strutted out and headed to the library. Again, nothing but the musty smell of old books and the startled gasps of a few pack members who quickly made themselves scarce. "Terrence!" I bellowed. The old keeper shuffled into view, his rheumy eyes wide with alarm. I
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 17. In the tunnel
WILLA’s POV The tunnel was colder than I remembered, the cold stone pressing in from all sides. My heart was pounding against my ribs like a caged animal, breath misted in front of me as I crouched in the dark, listening for any sounds above. Nothing. No heavy boots, no murmured commands. I'd slipped out of Nox's study the moment he'd left to meet with the Alpha of Moonveil pack—my uncle. The irony wasn't lost on me; while they discussed whatever nefarious plans Alphas discuss, I was plotting my own escape. For now, it seemed I had a little time before they figured out where I'd gone. I'd studied these tunnels for days, memorizing every twist and turn. It was my failsafe, my last-ditch effort if things went south. And boy, had they gone south. The dagger I'd swiped from Nox's study pressed against my thigh. An hour ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity. The lack of guards made me uneasy. Had they given up? Or was this just the calm before the storm? Mayb
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 18. An assassin
WILLA’s POV "Leave us," Nox commanded, his voice a low growl that sent the maids scurrying from the room. They'd somehow managed to make my quarters look decent, though I couldn't bring myself to feel grateful. Not when I knew nothing of what was going on. I wasn't sure whether to thank Hunter for his timely arrival or curse him for interrupting... whatever that moment had been. All I knew was that I was back in the packhouse, not being sold to my uncle. At least, I didn't think so. That uncertainty coiled in my stomach. Part of me itched to know why he had come all this way. What scheme he had under his sleeve. The question burned on my tongue, but I couldn’t afford to ask. Not yet. Not when suspicion would only tighten the noose around my neck. It was the last thing I needed. I was not being dragged back to Moonveil and that was all I needed … the tension in my chest releasing just enough for me to breathe again. Those midnight eyes landed on me. "You've
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 19. Two on one
WILLA’s POV “Willa," she said, her voice muffled by the fabric over her nose and mouth … low, as if she was testing the name on her tongue. My name. I blinked. How did she—? “Who are you?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. I didn’t know anyone in this pack. I didn’t even belong here. “Seeing that you're no longer in the dungeon, nor sent back there after yesterday’s event,” She ignored my question. “The Alpha must have allowed it." I stiffened, my fingers itching to reach for the dagger that was no longer there. So, I instinctively shuffled back, putting more distance between us. She knew I’d been in the dungeon. Knew about last night… How did she know all these? How? I could only think of one alarming explanation … could have been someone my uncle sent—an assassin, she looked more of it, probably here to drag me back. I shifted on the balls of my feet, gauging the distance between us. gauging the distance I would likely have to run across. Her gaze f
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 20. To hunt
NOX’s POV The pressure built, white-hot and urgent. I groaned low in my throat as I reached my peak, holding her head down with one firm hand. My breath came out in hot, rapid bursts, misting the air as I clenched my teeth, stifling a growl I should’ve let out. My head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted in silent, cruel ecstasy. The young woman on her knees swallowed everything… greedily. But even as the satisfaction crept through my veins, it wasn’t enough. It never was. For the past twenty-four hours, I’d indulged myself in this… distraction. One woman after the next, seeking something I couldn’t name, trying to burn off the edge that gnawed at me. But no matter how many bodies I took, no matter how many breaths I stole, it wasn’t enough. I still felt her. That damn scent. Her wolf— Goddess! I had sensed it, and it had taken every ounce of my strength to keep my own beast tamed. Those eyes of hers, asking for things I wasn't sure she even knew she wanted … her e
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 21. In the woods
WILLA’s POV I shouldn’t have agreed to this. The thought repeated itself over and over in my mind as I followed Nox through the dense woods, my steps too loud, too ungraceful compared to his effortless strides. The men did the hunting in my pack—it was always the men who ventured into the woods, returning with their prizes slung over broad shoulders. Kael did the hunting. I wasn’t supposed to be out here, hunting had never been my forte …wasn’t trained for it, and certainly wasn’t used to this sort of tension coiling in my chest. The only times I’d been in woods like this was with Kael. My eyes were drawn to Nox's back as he walked ahead of me, just as Kael used to. I would admire him from behind—his lean frame, the way his back moved when he stepped over a ridge. But Nox... Nox was different, every muscle in his body rippling beneath his shirt as he climbed up the slight hill in front of us. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric just enough to make me wonder what
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 22. Pain and emotions
WILLA’s POV “You can’t be serious.” “And you can't seriously be upset about one rabbit.” Of course, he’d say that. Killing it for the sake of hunting felt... heartless. Pointless. It wasn't like the packhouse was running low on meat. I could still feel the weight of Nox’s eyes on me, that insufferable smirk playing on his lips as if he were amused by my discomfort. “I’m not upset,” I bit back. The rabbit was still warm, its body limp in my hands, and I hated the way guilt twisted in my stomach. Nox opened his mouth, no doubt ready with some infuriating retort, but something made him pause. His entire demeanor shifted. He wasn’t smirking or lounging with that lazy arrogance. No, his body was tense, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Every muscle in him seemed coiled, like he was a heartbeat away from springing into action. I could almost see him straining his senses, using his wolf abilities in a way I couldn't. “Nox?” His nostrils flared, his
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 23. Virgin blood
WILLA’s POV "Alpha, the guards—" His words died on his lips as he stepped inside, freezing as his eyes landed on me. On us. Nox lay sprawled across the cushions, his head resting on my thigh, fast asleep. His back was bare, marred by traces of dried blood and the large, angry scar that had yet to fully close. His muscles had strained … how I'd thought he might die from the pain. Yet he never once growled out. I didn’t move, didn’t flinch under Hunter’s intense stare. It was a rare thing, seeing the Beta’s expression shift, but now his usually impassive face was hardened with something that felt uncomfortably close to anger. "The scar…,” "He got it fighting the rogues," I finished for him. "Silver blade, laced with wolfsbane." Hunter's jaw clenched, his expression hardening in a way I'd never seen before. It was clear he wanted to say something—probably to me—but he seemed to think better of it. "I'll take over from here.” His voice came out low, cont
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 95. Her rage
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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 93. More surprises
Nox’s POV Chaos erupted instantly—chairs scraping, claws extending, growls filling the air. "What sorcery is this?" Kora leaped to her feet. "Guards, to arms!" "Whoa, whoa!" Vad raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin mirror-identical to my own, if I was in his shoes, which I wasn't. "Everybody hold on. I'm only here in an observing capacity. After all, the host is my brother, and this is still my house." "So that's how you do it," I mused, though I'd suspected his presence. Not this early, perhaps—but my brother had clearly mastered the art of concealment even more than before. "One lost brother fighting their kind," Kora snarled. "Unforgivable." I noticed Willa hadn't even flinched at Vad's appearance, and I wasn't sure if that pleased or concerned me. Vad's smile turned cruel. "Their kind? Oh, you mean the dark roams. Yet you all managed to defeat them. There are so few of them left, they're literally extinct." "Everyone calm down," I co
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 92. My Luna, My Woman
Nox’s POV "Alpha, they have all arrived." Hunter's voice carried a weight I hadn't heard in years.. I turned from the window where I'd been watching shadows lengthen across the courtyard. "Tell me, what time is it?" "The moon is just starting to appear." Hunter's eyes flickered to the darkening sky, then back to me. "A fitting hour for what's to come." "And everything is in place?" I kept my voice neutral, though my wolf prowled beneath my skin, eager for what lay ahead. Hunter shifted his weight, a tell from our childhood days that he wasn't entirely comfortable. "Yes... but I still think there's more to be done, given how high the stakes are tonight." His jaw tightened. "Too many bad ideas floating around." A smirk tugged at my lips. "Those bad ideas are what makes it exciting." I straightened my jacket. "The thrill of not knowing what's going to happen next." "You're beginning to scare me, Nox." The use of my name rather than my title spoke volumes
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 91. A letter
Nox’s POV The morning sun hadn't yet cleared the mountains when I turned to Hunter. "Triple the guards around the pack house." He nodded, falling into step beside me as we strode through the corridors. The events of the previous night—the cubs, the thrall's visit—had left an unsettling weight in my gut. "The cubs?" I asked, pausing at one of the tall windows overlooking the training grounds. "Fed, washed, and rested." Hunter's expression softened slightly. "Surprisingly resilient for what they've been through. Almost... eager." I filed that detail away for later consideration. "And our friend, the thrall?" "Paid and gone. I made sure he understood the wisdom of keeping his distance from our territory." A ghost of a smile touched Hunter's lips. "We won't be seeing Dick again." "Good." We emerged onto the main balcony, the morning air crisp with the promise of autumn. Below, guards patrolled in precise patterns, but I knew better than to trust in
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 90. I trust you
Nox’s POV The silk sheets whispered against my skin as I sank into my bed, muscles aching—being an Alpha was never the cushy job others imagined it to be. I unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it aside as my gaze drifted to my reflection in the mirror, noting the nearly faded scratch marks across my shoulder. Even though it’s been a day, I could still smell that distinct floral scent. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, unsatisfied with just her lingering presence. We both wanted more. "Can't remember the last time I turned in early," I muttered, my eyes drawn to the empty expanse of my bed. The last time I'd suggested she stay, she'd fixed me with that fierce look of hers—equal parts defiance and something darker that made my blood sing. Her refusal only made me want her more, and the goddess herself must be laughing at my predicament. A sharp knock interrupted my brooding. "Enter," I called out, not bothering to retrieve my shirt. Few would dare disturb me
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 89. Rogue camp
Astrid’s POV "What's in that direction?" The taller of Nox's men asked, his finger pointing toward the center of the rogue camp. His voice held a careful neutrality that made my teeth itch. Spies trying to play casual always did. "That's where they keep the prisoners." I kept my own voice flat, even as my eyes tracked the movement of guards below. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the camp, perfect for counting patrols without being spotted. It had taken us nearly a day to get here. Something I would have achieved in hours, alone. I’d metal signaled my wolf to stay at a much distance. "Right in clear view? At the heart of the camp?" The disbelief in his voice almost made me smile. Almost. "They do it to deter sympathizers," I explained, brushing a strand of red hair from my face. "Everyone sees if you try to help them. No sneaking around when you're in plain sight of the entire camp. Get caught, and you're shunned—if you're lucky." The st
