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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.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 77. You matter to me
Willa’s POV I was furious, seething in a way that had my skin practically buzzing. He couldn’t even answer me—couldn’t admit the truth. I should have seen it coming, yet part of me, the foolish part, wanted it to be real. I wanted him as my mate. I wanted to believe there was a chance, some version of a happy ending where I got my pack, my life, maybe even him. But Nox? Vad had said he’d softened, but I was starting to see who he really was. Damn it. "I guess the bargain was never part of this—your scheme," I said, my voice dripping with bitterness. Silence. His lack of response was all the answer I needed. I turned, determined to leave this mess behind, but he grabbed my arm. “Willa, wait.” I spun around, fury radiating from me. "What do you want, Nox? Tell me. You couldn’t even answer my questions, which tells me everything I need to know. So what is this about? What do you want?” “Because I care!” His voice boomed, catching me off guard.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 78. Like this, huh?
Willa’s POV He slowly infixed his hand under my back against the table. His hard-on pressed against my contre and a gasp flew from me. My legs fell open, granting him access. Swiftly, he flipped me so that my back was to him and my face was against the table. He unfastened my zipper and tossed the dress from my body. “Nox—” “No one is coming,” he rasped. I felt his lips against my ass cheeks and my breath hitched. “Fuck!” He lifted me and made me bend against him. My ass to him whilst I leaned onto the table. He cupped my breast from behind and then slid his finger into me. A low cry escaped me and my knee bucked. He was fucking me with his finger with no restraint this time. I felt him descend and kiss my cunt then he added another finger followed by yet another cry. “Nox…. Nox!” My eyes widened when he added another finger. A low sound vibrated from his throat and I swallowed a moan. Leafing me over, his mouth collided with my own and I t
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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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 101. Pig headed men
Astrid’s POV Damn this shoulder. The medics in this gods-forsaken pack might have been skilled, but the wound still throbbed with a vengeance whenever I dared move carelessly. It's been throbbing like a stubborn reminder of everything that's gone to hell. Still, the sting on my shoulder was a minor nuisance compared to the chaos this whole drama has brought. Tiring. If it were up to me, I'd have taken the simpler route. Find Eamon. Put a blade to his throat. Ended this shit weeks ago. No drawn-out drama, no unnecessary casualties. Just clean, precise elimination. But no, the Alpha had other ideas. Grand, sprawling plans that always seemed to draw more blood than they saved. Even so, those schemes were beginning to bear fruit, though. Like moths to a flame, the rogues were rallying. One shared enemy—a clever tactic to dissolve their generational hatred, sure. But the cost? Too damn high. I hissed under my breath as another jolt of pain shot through me
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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 99. What are we?
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
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
