Lunette POV
He held me in his arms, but it felt different, as if he had finally convinced me that I was not leaving him. He kept running his hands through my hair, and it felt good in a way to stay there in his arms knowing I was his, even if it was just in this moment.
Zarek, my mate.
He took my face into his palm.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked, and I smiled, hiding my face away. I had always wanted to hear this from someone once in my life; all my life I had been told I was useless and not worthy, but to have someone see my worth.
Someone who I care for, it was a bit overwhelming, I swallowed
"You're not bad yourself," I whispered, the soft glow of the candle, casting a soft glow on his face so he looked like a beast and a prince all at once.
My heart pounded in my chest as Ilifted my hand to his face, then through his hair.
"Lunette," he whispered, his voice a
Lunette POV I drifted in and out of sleep the whole night while tangled in Zarek’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body. Iwas spent, my skin tingling with the echoes of pleasure from the orgasm that had left me quivering just hours ago. Each time my eyes fluttered open, I found myself still cradled in his arms, my head resting against his chest, with his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Zarek. His scent was unmistakable—that mix of sandalwood and something light, maybe pine.My limbs were heavy, and although the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing should have lulled me back to sleep, I stayed awake. Finally giving up, I opened my eyes fully. It was still dark outside, like it would have been night forever if it was possible.The candlelight had gone off, so the moonlight filtering through the curtains was casting a soft glow over the room. Sitting up slightly I tilted my head, and there he was—Zarek, lying beside me, his face calm and peaceful in his sleep. He wasn't in pain
Lunette POV I wasn't going to read it for long, that's what I told myself right up until the moment I picked up a chair and settled right into it, curiosity overriding all sense of caution I might have shown otherwise. The title was a simple scrawled stroke, underlined, and then crossed over as if he couldn't quite decide that was what he wanted the name to be.Bloodmoon—it was simple and yet totally ominous. I flipped to the next page, scanning over the opening lines. Zarek’s writing was good, better than I expected, and the heroine felt familiar. Too familiar.The first line caught my breath in my throat.*She was fire and ice, wrapped in a mystery even she didn’t fully understand.*My stomach twisted as I read further, and a sense of unease settling over me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the story wasn’t just a random fantasy novel. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my fingers tightening around the pages as I continued to read. The descriptions, the way she moved, spoke—it
Zarek POVI was still dreaming, or maybe I wasn't. Lunette was pressed against me; her mouth opened in pleasure as I bit the inside of her neck, marking her as mine forever. A smile spread over my face as I looked into her eyes later.I woke up feeling lighter than I had in days, certainly lighter than I felt yesterday, which was saying something. My body felt rested; the tension that usually pulled at my muscles was noticeably absent. So was the pain and pulling from yesterday's forced transformation.Last night, I had slept like a dead man. I sat up, stretching my arms, muscles rippling under the cool sheets, and reached out for Lunette beside me instinctively. But my hand found only empty space, the sheets cold where her warmth should have been."Lunette?" I called out softly, but there was no answer. My brow furrowed as I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced around the room. She wasn’t here. Just the faint scent of her
Zarek PoVI headed downstairs, my footsteps barely making a sound against the worn wooden floor. The tension from the morning was still clinging to me.Lunette was nowhere to be found upstairs, and a faint sense of unease had settled in my chest, which was stupid because I shouldn't care what she was doing with her life at the moment, but I did anyway.I expected to see her in the kitchen or by the door, maybe lost in her thoughts as she so often was.But as I got closer to the kitchen, a different scent hit my nose—one that wasn't Lunette's. It was familiar and comforting, and yet it carried its own weight of complications.My brother, Axel.Sure enough, there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, casually sipping a cup of coffee and a plate of muffins in front of him.His long legs were stretched out in front of him, his expression a mix of boredom and the watchfulness he always had on him.
Axel POVI watched Zarek carefully, his eyes shifting the way they always did when he didn't want to tell me something. It was his way, and I never tried to force him into conversations, but now it was different.His eyes flickered with uncertainty. I’d known something had been off since last night, when the screaming had stopped. Normally, Zarek's forced transformation lasted all night, and yesterday had been worse than normal, so I had expected no less.But the quiet that followed had me thinking otherwise.“Tell me again,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though the frustration was bubbling just beneath the surface.“How did you break free from the chains?”Zarek leaned away from the counter, crossing his arms as if he were trying to block out my question."Zarek," I gritted.He avoided my eyes, the same way he always did when something wa
Lunette POVI watched Axel training from a distance; it seemed to be what I did most days: hide in the shadows and watch him.Instead of taking the risk that he would see me, I watched him from the window and from safety. His body moved with the raw power and precision of someone born and raised for battle. Each strike he made against the dummy made of straw and grass, he was shirtless and seemed to be sweating, his skin glistening in the early sun even though each breath that filled my lungs was chilly enough to form a light mist in front of my face. But chill didn't quiet the desire that raced through my skin and over every part of me like fire.I had felt desire for the twins before; I couldn't deny that, but it had never been this all-consuming lust that seems to take over my whole body whenever I saw either of them.That had begun only after the night spent with Zarek, whom I had tried my best to avoid, especially after the argument the next morning. My heart twisted slightly
Axel pov It was cold, but I felt hot; the sweat dripping down my back also proved otherwise, but it wasn't like I was ready to stop either. I had been training hard in the garden since the first morning sun for almost a week now; it was the only way I was able to keep my anger at bay.Today though muscles tense and breath sharp as I swung my sword over and over, each slice cutting through the dummy and some straw spilled out of it, sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes as I swung the blade over and over again, and no matter how hard I trained, the frustration in my chest wouldn’t fade. The metallic sound of steel clashing against wood filled the air around me, but it did nothing to drown out the relentless buzzing in my head. My body moved on its own—from pure muscle memory after years of training. I’d been going at it for hours, and I could feel my energy was waning the sunlight that filtered through the trees.I gritted my teeth, my grip on the sword hilt tightening, a
Lunette POV"Stubborn idiot alpha," I muttered underneath my breath as I stormed away from Axel, my hands clenched tightly into fists. Fine, Axel. Have it your way.He was a stubborn ass, and I badly wanted to snap his head on something, but that would be too much.The weight of his rejection still stung of his words echoing in my mind.I wasn’t a fool; I knew he didn’t trust me.I’d known it since the first day I arrived, and it had been made doubly clear the moment he and Zarek rejected me as their mate, so I was under no illusions. But no matter how many times he pushed me away, I wasn’t giving up.Not when he needed my help anyway; leaving him there injured and bleeding would be wrong, but it wasn't a bad idea to let him wonder for a while.I strode away from him where he was sitting on the grass and walked back to the house, using the door I had left open when I ran over to him. When I glanced back over my shoulder, I saw him strugglingto get up, his face etched with stubborn
Axel’s POVThe council chambers were suffocating me, and Lorraine standing beside me was not doing me any favors to be honest, her face composed but I saw the glint in her eyes. She had me wrapped around her fingers and the council was helping her squeeze. They had all but declared, Lunette, Curtis and Zarek traitors to the pack. “We cannot allow them to run free,” Lorraine said, her voice dripping with false concern."If Zarek and Lunette are left unchecked, they’ll bring ruin to Grey Moon. We have to act before it’s too late.” I clenched my fists at my sides, barely containing my anger because I knew she didn’t care about the pack, only her own ambitions but her performance was flawless and the council bought it, murmuring their agreement,“Alpha Axel,” elder Fred addressed me. "You must send your soldiers to apprehend them. For the good of the pack.” I had gotten used to those words over the last few days, even more than I had gotten used to my own father's death. Maybe it wa
Varda POV I heard the news about Alpha Cormac's deathly injury, while I was cleaning up my new room, it had been one of the best news I had in a very long while.I knew it was time.When I had sent the assassins to finish off Lunette, it had never occured to me that I would catch bigger fish in my endeavor.The alpha Cormac, the biggest alpha om our coast and the most respected, it was a coup. A storm of satisfaction had spread through me, filling me, this was good. I needed this chance now, cold determination settled over me as I leaned back in the ornate chair in Slade's–my study now. The Grey Moon pack was vulnerable. Their leadership in shambles this was the time for me to get more than I had wanted with the chaos that was no doubt already starting to spread. I had my opening.And while Lunette wasn't dead yet, that wasn't something I couldn't solve later.Lunette. The name was a bitter taste on my tongue, that little brat was a thorn in my side. She was a loose thread, the la
Zarek POV "Have you lost your mind?” I snarled, at my brother my voice low and dangerous.“You think locking Lunette up is going to solve anything? She didn’t kill Father, Axel.” The tension in the room was suffocating and I really didn't need to be pissed, Axel stood at the head of his table, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw set tight, I stood across from him bracing my hands on the surface of the table, it was barely enough to keep myself from reaching across and shaking some sense into him. “I didn’t say she did. But until we know for sure who’s behind this, I can’t take any chances.” “Chances?” I barked, slamming my fist on the table.“You’re not just taking a chance, you’re condemning her. The council will see this as an admission of guilt. Do you understand what you’re doing?” Axel’s lips pressed into a thin line. “What I understand is that the council is already breathing down my neck. If I don’t handle this carefully, we risk losing everything.” “Losing wha
Lunette POV My whole body ached from hours of training with Zarek, each and every muscle group screamed in protest as I settled into the chair beside Alpha Cormac’s bed. With the room dimly lit, the only light coming from the faint glow of the monitors tracking his vitals.The steady beeping was oddly comforting, I could at least hold on to the fact he was still with us. I watched him breath in and out guilt gnawing at my insides. He looked a bit better today, not so pale, maybe soon he would wake up. He had nearly died protecting me. He shouldn’t have risked himself for someone like me. I slumped into the chair by Alpha Cormac’s bed and I told myself I’d only rest my eyes for a moment, just long enough to catch my breath. “I’ll make it right,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’ll find a way to fix this, to protect your pack... your family.” But the steady rhythm of the machines and the quiet hum of the room lulled me into sleep.I didn’t even realize when my eyes closed,
Lorraine’s POVIt was dark outside and quiet wrapped around the pack house like a shroud, it had never been this quiet in a long time the stillness was broken only by the occasional creak of the old walls or the distant howl of a wolf. This was a perfect time for what I had to do, it was the perfect cover.I slipped through the hallways, keeping my footsteps as silent against the wooden floors as possible, my heart pounded in my chest, but it was not from fear. No, this wasn’t fear. This was anticipation. Alpha Cormac’s injury had given me the perfect opening because now with him bedridden and Zarek too preoccupied with training that brat girl Lunette, Axel was the only one fit to step up as acting Alpha. And if Axel became Alpha, well... I would ensure that I was by his side as Luna. It was time to act. Time to turn the chaos to my advantage, meaning there was no room for error tonight. I tightened my grip on the small syringe hidden in my sleeve. The attack had been... unex
Zarek POVI had made a mistake. A colossal mistake.I knew it from the moment I agreed to train Lunette that it was a mistake but I had done it anyway. I told myself it was to keep her from running herself into the ground.She had been practically clawing for the chance to learn how to fight. I thought I could get her to see reason by exhausting her, prove to her that her determination wasn’t enough to carry her through rigorous training.But she had that look in her eyes, the kind that said she wasn't going to give this up.Every day, we met in the training grounds, at dawn when the pack was still asleep and everyday Lunette had thrown herself into the sessions with reckless abandon that made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.But it wasn’t just her determination that worried me anymore—it was what I was seeing during those sessions.&n
Axel POV The weight of responsibility was pressing down on me like a mountain, but I welcomed it. With our father still in a coma, I had stepped into the role of acting Alpha for our pack, they needed guidance and Zarek showed no interest in taking up the mantle—his focus was elsewhere not that I could totally blame him—and that left me to shoulder the burden. It was easier this way. The work kept me distracted, and gave me purpose, if I was focused on managing the pack, there was no room to dwell on the chaos threatening my personal life. And no room to think about her. Lunette spent every day by our father’s bedside, from early in the morning until late into the night, she remained in that room, her gaze fixed on his unconscious form as if her presence alone could will him back to health. I hated seeing her like that—fragile, lost, a shadow of the woman I had come to know. But I couldn’t bring myself to approach her. Not after what she’d said. She was going to accept my
Lunette POVAlpha Cormac lay so still in bed, his breathing was still shallow and his -powerful frame looked smaller under the weight of blankets. The room still smelled heavily of the scent of antiseptic and blood.Two days later and it still felt like I was back there with those assassins, the blood on their skin dripping to the floor.I sat in the chair beside him, my hands clasped tightly together as guilt twisted through my gut like a dagger.He had risked his life to save me, throwing himself into danger without a second thought.And for what? I didn’t deserve that kind of sacrifice.“Why did you do it?” I whispered, my voice barely audible."You should have just let me face them on my own.”Of course, he didn’t answer.His eyes were still closed, his face pale almost white, and though the healers had assured me he would
Zarek POV I barely registered the blood pooling beneath my father’s body as I held him in my arms, with his weight sagging against me, I knelt there panic coursing through me. My father, the strongest man I’d ever known, was limp, his blood soaking into my clothes and pooling on the forest floor. “Father!” My voice cracked, "We need to get him inside" Lunette muttered and I agreed with her, I lifted him off the ground and we started walking he coughed weakly, blood staining his lips as his head lolled against my shoulder like he had fainted“Stay with me,” I begged, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Come on, old man," I muttered through gritted teeth, forcing my legs to steady under his weight. "You’re not dying here. Not like this." My hands trembled slightly as I pressed against the wound at his side, against the blood that just kept coming. My muscles screamed in protest, but I just kept moving. I wouldn’t let him slip away. Not like this. Footstep