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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 54. Not a curse
Willa’s POV “Walk with me,” the priestess had said, her voice as gentle as the breeze that rustled through the leaves. I fell into step beside her, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. The fog had faded but the day wasn't that bright still. Even though I needed this, my mind was elsewhere, still reeling from the events of the past few days. I'd searched for Nox earlier, desperate to talk to him after he visited my room, but he was nowhere to be found. Or maybe I was trying to distract myself from the fear of what the priestess's words may be. I was terrified, to say the least. And now here we were, wandering the pathways of the garden, her robes whispering against the ground with every step she took, my stomach in knots. I had questions, ones that gnawed at me relentlessly since our last conversation. "I've spoken with the elder priestesses about our previous conversation," she began, her eyes fixed on the path in front of us. "About the... cu
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 55. A beautiful smile
Willa’s POV The moment I closed my door behind me, the thick scent of her heat clung to my skin like a second layer. I’d only been here a few weeks, yet somehow, this had fallen into my lap—an Omega in heat and no wolf of my own to guide me through this. I wiped my brow, the sweat beading there was less from the warmth of the room and more from the anxiety gnawing at me. I moved to tuck the blankets tighter around her when a sharp knock at my door made me flinch. I didn’t expect visitors. Least of all him. Hunter. The last person I imagined would stand at my door. His scent hit me before his voice did—sharp, yet somehow grounding. I hesitated before answering the door, my hand frozen on the knob. Hunter never came to this side of the wing. Ever. I swung the door open. "Gaia’s in there, isn’t she?" I blinked. “How did you—” He didn’t bother answering. He didn’t have to. I’d underestimated him. Gaia’s scent may not have been strong enou
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 56. The kiss though
Willa’s POV The room felt colder than the first time I’d been in here, though that might have been because of Nox. His presence had a way of making the air denser, stifling, like the calm before a storm. It was the same room I had been brought to after the maids had scrubbed every trace of grime from me. The telescope by the far window still stood in the same position, collecting dust, maybe not, but seemed forgotten, much like everything else in here. I glanced at him, catching the sound of glass clinking against glass as he poured himself a drink—no, two. He didn’t offer words, just handed me the glass, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips. It was the kind of smirk that made you question if he knew more than he let on. I took the glass, narrowing my eyes. “So, when exactly were you planning on telling me about your plan?” “What plan?” I frowned. “Don’t play dumb with me, Nox. I know now you’re planning to go after the rogues—using them. W
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 57. Permission
Willa’s POV I reciprocated with wanton abandon, sliding my tongue against his, my nails digging into his skin leaving little crescent shapes that disappeared almost immediately. My hand left his shoulder to tangle itself in his hair and he groaned as I pulled. I’d yearned for this for days now. The touch, the warmth, I missed it. Fuck, I missed it. And it was more maddening that it was him. I was really kissing him this much, how I desired. I pulled, tilting his head back to sweep my tongue against his just as I wanted. “Fuck!” He cursed, and that sound did something to me. My body jerked and I felt him tense, forcing a whimper to leave my lips and I paused, lips still against his, not moving. He didn't push it. A kiss, I’d been given the kiss I requested. But— I clamped my legs, holding the damn sensation that was burning there, wanting to be touched, to be felt. I wanted more. More. I finally dragged away enough to look up at him. His e
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 58. She returned
Willa’s POV Nox left the room just moments after my release. He didn’t say a word, just vanished like smoke. Part of me was relieved. I needed the space, the air to think. My body was still vibrating, every nerve tingling, but my mind was a whirlwind of consequences I didn’t want to face. The cool air on my skin brought me back to reality. I had to move, to get out before anyone saw me. I scrambled for my waistband, hastily yanking it up. My shirt was another problem—the top buttons had scattered across the floor. No time to dwell on it. I shoved it, tugging it closed as best I could, praying to whatever deity was listening that I wouldn’t run into Nox or, worse, anyone else. The last thing I needed was an audience. I slipped into the hallway. But then I remembered Gaia… she was in heat. Hunter was supposed to— I froze mid-thought. What the hell was I thinking? My stomach twisted. No. Hunter would handle Gaia. Whatever that meant. I ne
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 59. A happy Nox
Willa’s POV I could still feel Nox’s presence, as if he had left something behind. Maybe he had. I rubbed a hand over my face before continuing to wipe away the smear of blood. Astrid’s blood. She was asleep now, curled up awkwardly in a too-small chair in the corner, her head tilted at an uncomfortable angle. Two daggers lay by her side, her fingers resting just inches from them. She hadn’t let me touch them, of course, or say a word before she drifted off. I sighed rubbing off the blood, while trying to reach Lyra. My wolf. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, willing her to stir, to respond to me after all these months of silence. It was like trying to grab smoke, slipping through my fingers before I could hold on. But just like the bathroom, silence. I exhaled slowly, my grip on the cloth tightening. But she was there this time, at the edge of my senses. Not quite a response, but a flicker—a reminder that she hadn’t completely abandoned me again.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 60. Warming up to him
Willa’s POV A guttural scream tore from my throat and I dropped to the ground. My bones snapped and flexed. Fu…ck!! I was changing. She was forcing herself out of me. “Plea…se. don’t…no oo.” The words were barely voiced out as my hand dropped to the ground and my shoulder snapped, resetting. Should she be let out without proper understanding between us, she might go rogue. I needed her to listen, but— Pain seared through me in a bundle, my blood boiled and it was as though I were set ablaze. My body was on fire and the pain shot through the entirety of my body that I could barely register anything other than the pain. The agony. Goddess! Tears trickled from my eyes as I let out a primal scream. Transforming was a painful process but even more so when your wolf initiated the transformation process by force, not to mention how long since I had shifted. No! No! My body was as one that’d been poured hot lava, my bones and every form of my
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 61. His own feast to devour
Willa’s POV For a heartbeat, there was only the warmth of Nox’s mouth, the press of his body, the stiffness in his every trembling muscle as I slanted my lips over his, rising onto my toes. This was becoming a habit. I pulled away a moment later and found his eyes still wide, his breathing harsh. And I laughed softly, making to shift further back when he dragged me forward to kiss me back. The force of that kiss knocked us towards the edge of the lake, a hand sliding into my hair while the other gripped my hip. My bare skin. The moment my breasts pressed against him, the moment Nox enveloped me, it destroyed any illusion of restraint. I opened my mouth, and his tongue swept in, the kiss punishing and savage. I wasn't sure what this was anymore. A test to prove that I wasn't cursed or plain lust? But I know I needed this temporary reprieve from my mind, that thing burning deep inside me, the memories that hounded me. I needed this. Needed him.
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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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 97. The first plan
Willa’s POV The air was tense on the front porch of the pack house, the crisp bite of the evening brushing against my skin as I stood beside Astrid. My arms crossed tightly over my chest, I couldn't help but watch Nox and Vad standing a few steps ahead. Their postures were strikingly similar—broad shoulders squared, heads held high— And then there was her. Davina. She lingered too close to Vad, her hand brushing his arm as if staking some unspoken claim. I wasn’t sure what her purpose was. Was she going with them, or was she just here to see him off? Astrid adjusted her stance beside me, the soft creak of her leather boots catching my attention. She was dressed simply for once—brown leather pants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. But I knew her well enough to see past the simplicity; beneath those flowing sleeves and tucked into her boots were a small arsenal of daggers. She shifted her weight slightly, wincing as her injured shoulder protested. "Seems
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 96. Why do the wrong ones suffer?
Willa’s POV "Home?" The word escaped me like a challenge. "What do you mean, home?" The aftermath of Eamon's revelation churned inside me like a poisonous brew. Emotions twisted and coiled, threatening to break through the fragile barrier I'd constructed. Eamon's claims about my father—they burned, not with divulgence, but with a fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. What if the claim was true? The thought flickered and died. Truth or lie, nothing could justify the devastation. Not what he'd done to me. Not what he'd done to Astrid. Not the cubs torn from their mother. Not the lives destroyed in his wake. I locked those thoughts away, deep in the darkest recesses of my mind. A place where emotions became weapons, where pain transformed into something. Vad's eyebrow arched. "Whoa," he drawled, his voice a silk-wrapped knife, "those frown lines could topple kingdoms." I stepped forward, I was in leather pants and a shirt now. Good fo
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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 94. The big reveal
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
