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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 68. An unusual Nox
Willa’s POV Nox’s study was much suffocating this time and I wasn't sure which was better. The woods or here. He wasn’t calm—not even close. I wasn’t either. Hunter stood by the door, his presence careful, watching us with a hawk’s eye. I could feel his unease. He knew better than to interrupt when things were this volatile, I haven't seen Nox this—this apprehensive or furious before… it frightened me more than I would have liked. His face had twisted into something horrible in the woods. And I’d never known such fear. But at least now I knew who Vad is. Now I knew there were two of them. And that madness may show up anytime. Nonetheless, Hunter voiced his words. “Alpha... while you were gone, the pack received a message from your brother, Vad.” There was no hiding that fact from me again. That Vad was the Alpha’s brother. And I wondered why I never asked about the identity of Vad before. Damn, the heavens. “What did he say?” His fa
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Nox's POV I wanted to turn around, head back to Willa—damn her—and face whatever storm I left brewing between us. But Vad had been right, despite his intentions. “This is a monumental hour for us,” he drawled. The rogue leader sat across on a mismatched fine wood, his grin wide and slimy. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though I doubted he had any reason to feel victorious just yet. But who could tell? "Really? How so?" I asked, my tone flat, though my eyes never left him. He was thinner than I expected, with greasy hair slicked back and a face that might’ve once been handsome, had cruelty not carved it into something monstrous. His lips pulled back in a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "We barely receive Alphas as guests. And certainly not one with your… reputation." His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his chair. “Oh, the rumors don’t do you justice. Twice in a row now... you must be desperate.” A short laugh escaped me, dry
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 71. An Alpha’s sin
Nox’s POV The woman lingered, waiting for my response. I glanced at the bruises on her neck, faint but undeniable. The evidence of force, of dominance, all too familiar in a place like this. “Are you shy, Alpha Nox?” Finneas broke the silence, his tone almost—almost mocking. “Funny, the great Nox scared of a woman. I’ve heard tales of your pillaging, how the whores sing songs in your name.” I met his gaze evenly. “That was a long time ago.” He chuckled, but I wasn’t focused on him anymore. Then my lips curled. She liked it, wanted it, if I may say, or maybe it was all asking just as mine. “I don't have a liking to being watched. Maybe some privacy would do.” I asked, turning to look at the male across who holds the command here. Finneas threw his head back and laughed again. “So, you are shy!” He looked around the room as if sharing a joke with invisible friends. When he saw I wasn’t amused, he finally waved a hand dismissively. “Fine, for our honored guest, o
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 72. Worry had crept into my bones
Willa’s POV I barely slept through the night, and when I did, it was light and restless. The window was my only view, a narrow pane framing the bleak dawn outside. I must’ve drifted off at some point because when I jolted awake, Astrid was there, slipping through the window. She pushed back her hood, her features half-hidden but her eyes sharp, as always. “How I despise cold nights,” she muttered, rubbing her arms as if to shake off a chill that went straight to her bones. I sat up, tucking my knees beneath me. “How did it go? The meeting?” Astrid rolled her eyes, her mouth twisting in a bitter line. “Harrowing. Like being trapped in a room with a ticking powder keg.” I leaned forward, not satisfied. “And…?” She sighed, shifting to lean against the wall with a lazy grace, even though I could see the stress wound tight in her shoulders. “I couldn’t get close enough to catch every word, but I saw enough. They shook hands. His men were everywhere, though—lo
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 73. The plan
Willa’s POV “You’re up early,” he said, his voice steady but still had its edge. I stepped further into the study, catching his attention as he stood before his desk, the same clothes from last night still clinging to him. He looked worn—and stressed, his usual sharp features shadowed with faint fatigue. Hunter had already left, and from what I’d overheard, Nox had just demanded a council meeting. Whatever had gone down with the rogues last night had probably set off such demand. I folded my arms, meeting his gaze. “I am. Not that I slept much, seeing as someone decided to spring some new rules on me.” His face flickered, a tiny crack in that armor, though he smoothed it away. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of pretending I hadn’t noticed. “So here I am, checking in to see how your little rogue meeting went. Guess they were friendly enough?” He let out a short, low laugh, barely lifting one corner of his mouth. “Friendly? That’s hardly the word,” he replie
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 74. A hidden truth
Willa’s POV The plan was shaky at best, a patchwork of intentions and half-spoken promises, but it would have to do. Nox had told me he’d handle his brother, deal with the rogues, though he’d given me nothing but vague assurances about his actual plan. Typical Nox, thinking he could keep his cards close to his chest without consequence. But if Eamon was now part of his scheme, that was enough for me. Bringing Eamon down meant bringing this nightmare to an end. And while Nox was tied up with his own games, I had my own shadows to face. “I need to see the priestess,” I said, watching him carefully, expecting resistance. Which I got. He shot me a questioning look, brow furrowing. “Why? I just told you your pack might be the force fueling this entire chaos, and you think now is a good time for—” he swallowed. I kept my tone steady. “Yes, I do. I don’t see how that could harm anyone. You’ll be with your council, right? I doubt I’ll be sitting in on that, so
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 75. The guest
Nox’s POV I’d spent more than half an hour soaking in the icy water, trying to wash off the heat of the night, the tension that had clung to me. Cold water, cold wine, and more than a few curses muttered under my breath as I tried to unwind. Needed it after the night I’d had. I knew what the rogue leader wanted—a test, to see if I’d stoop to bedding a rogue. And I’d given him exactly what he expected. Just enough scent and spectacle to play the part. A convincing ruse. Now, he thought he had me, held by a bargain that gave me just enough leverage over him. For now, I’d play his game. Before Willa, none of it mattered – pack, rogue, omega – they were all the same to me. Just another cog in the lust of heat. In the machine I controlled. But she? She wasn’t something to be controlled, couldn’t be. The goddess had finally thrown a mate my way, and it was someone like her – someone as defiant as a wildfire. The bond was maddening, gnawing at m
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 76. I was reckless
Nox’s POV Silence settled across the council table, heavy and tense. Eyes flicked from one face to another as Deacon sank into his seat, forced into compliance under the weight of my command. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, and let a slow smile play across my lips. “I want to extend my apologies,” I began, voice smooth but with an edge sharp enough to draw blood, “for my words earlier. Maybe I was too direct. I didn’t mean to accuse anyone here of incompetence. That’s hardly the issue, is it?” I let my gaze linger. “But I do urge each of you to review your ministries. Find the traitor among us. Bring them to me—alive, preferably.” A few glances shifted nervously, and I noted every flicker, every quick inhale. They might not have realized it yet, but this was all part of it. I wanted to see who squirmed, who reacted. And I knew, when the meeting ended, someone would make a move. I’d set the bait, and now, it was just a matter of waiting.
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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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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
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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
