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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.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 62. Days or years
Nox’s POV “Greedy,” I mumbled onto her, and withdrew my finger nearly to its tip. Only to add a second finger as I plunged back in. She let go entirely then. Her remaining composure shattered—sanity and pride gone as I filled her with those two fingers and sucked and nibbled, and release gathered around her like an iridescent mist. Fuck! I watched her fall apart beneath me, my wolf growling in approval. Gods, I should have done this long ago. But no, this was better now—when the craving between us was undeniable. Last night, when she came undone, it took everything in me to stop, to leave her before I crossed a line she might not want me to. Now, though, with her wolf stirring inside her, the bond between us pulsed stronger. I wasn’t sure if she understood it yet—how clear it was to me. Mate. She was my mate. Or maybe my wolf and I had lost our minds in wanting her this much. But whatever it was, I’d kneel at her feet for eternity if it meant giving her t
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 63. Shifting suspicion
Nox's POV Hunter appeared at the doorway just as I made to leave. "He came alone." I frowned, the unease prickling at my instincts like a thorn under my skin. Eamon is always slippery, always calculating. “No one else made it through?” Hunter shook his head. "No one. Just him this time." I snorted, a low, derisive sound. “Alone. How convenient.” Eamon was never alone unless he had an angle to play. “What about his wife?” “Didn’t bring her,” Hunter replied, eyes flicking to the direction of the chamber where Eamon waited. “That bastard’s never been this... fishy.” “Maybe struggling to keep a title that isn’t his finally made him slippery enough,” I muttered, walking down the hallway. "Should’ve turned him away at the border," Hunter muttered. “Would’ve saved us all this headache.” A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "That would’ve tipped him off. He came here to learn something. Whatever it was. We send him back now, and we’re playing what
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 64. Information and service
Nox’s pov “What is it?” I demanded of Hunter as I reached him by the ground hall. “The rogues.” He simply said. I narrowed my gaze, weighing the possibility of another attack. No, that wasn’t it. Not this soon. “What happened?” “One’s dying. He’s refused to eat for days now, and we can’t risk taking him to the infirmary without raising suspicion.” “Then get Viktor. Have him meet you at the dungeon,” I ordered. “I’ll be there once I’m done with the spy.” Hunter hesitated, his eyes flicking to me. “Is Draven on duty for you? I haven’t seen him. Surprised you didn’t send him to track the rogues’ camp.” That too—his absence was starting to drag on too long. Something twisted in my gut. “He’s at Moonveil Pack, keeping an eye on Eamon. Tracking his moves and... a few other things. But now that you mention it, his silence is concerning.” Hunter’s jaw tightened. He was thinking what I was—if Draven had been discovered, the consequences would be severe.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 65. The late Luna
Willa’s POV “Is the Alpha alright?” Gaia’s voice cut through the stillness like a blade, jolting me from my thoughts. I blinked, focusing on her. “What?” I stammered, still shaken. “Why do you ask?” She tilted her head, studying me, her brow furrowed in quiet suspicion. “You look... off. Like something happened. Was there an attack?” “No,” I answered too quickly, my throat tightening. I forced a calmness I didn’t feel. “There’s no attack. Everything’s fine.” Gaia wasn’t buying it. Her eyes narrowed, though her posture relaxed slightly as she leaned against the railing, arms folded. “You seem... closer to him now.” Heat flared up my neck and into my cheeks. I could feel it spread across my face, betraying me. I turned away, swallowing hard as I tried to push down the flush rising in my skin. “It’s not like that,” I said quickly, my voice stiff. “It’s... just political. A bargain.” Her lips twitched into a half-smile, but she didn’t press the issue. B
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 66. Nice to meet again
Nox’s POV I sat behind my desk, the small note in my hand like a ticking bomb. One single line, scrawled hastily, almost like an afterthought. Hunter stood in front of me, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he leaned forward slightly, reading the strain on my face. "What does it say?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. I ran a thumb over the paper, crumpling it slightly. "He wants to meet," I sighed, throwing the note down on the desk. "At the lake." Hunter’s brow furrowed, and he ran a hand through his blonde hair, the gesture revealing his unease. "Are you serious?" His voice was sharp now, disbelief coloring his tone. "And you're going to go?" I nodded, even though every part of me rebelled at the thought. "I have to." Hunter exhaled loudly. "You think this is smart? After all this time, Vad suddenly asks for a meet-up. That doesn't feel like a red flag to you? It's not like him, Nox. He’s never done this before. Why now?" I groaned, leani
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 67. Not so pleasant
Willa's POV My heart pounded, heavy and frantic, as if it were trying to escape my chest. But it wasn’t fear of getting killed that caused the turmoil—it was what I’d just learned. Two of them. Two Noxs. I stared at the pair of Alpha males before me, identical in every way that mattered. The same sharp jawline, the same arrogant smirk. No one had warned me just how alike they were. Damn it. I’d just learned of him having a sibling today. If I hadn’t followed Nox here, I wouldn’t know which was the Alpha of the pack and which wasn’t. Twins. I should have guessed this morning when I found out about his brother. But seeing them side by side… it was terrifying. Nox stood between me and the other—the one with the dark glint in his eye that sent a shiver down my spine. His smile, that smile—I’d seen it before. In my first days here, and even a week ago when I thought Nox was just being his usual arrogant self. But no, this wasn’t Nox. This was Vad. The banished bro
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 68. Vad
Nox’s POV “Don’t take another step toward her,” I ground out, my voice low and edged with warning. Vad ignored, not the slightest bit concerned. He kept his eyes on Willa, and something inside me snapped. He stood just barely two steps away, his shoulders loose, his face a mask of casual disdain. But I knew better. I could see it—the flicker of madness behind his eyes, that ever-present hunger lurking in his smirk. If our roles were reversed, if he had to deal with half of what I had, he would’ve burned this place to the ground by now. Hell, he’d have lit the match himself, grinning while the flames swallowed everything whole. But that’s the difference between us. I keep my control. I have to. My wolf, however, was another story. It growled, scraping at my skin, desperate to be unleashed, but I held it in check. Barely. It took everything I had not to lunge at Vad as he smirked, his gaze shifting—drifting too close to her, and my chest tightened, heat rising i
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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
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