All Chapters of The Luna Who Wants Everything: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Maddox what the hell are you doing here?” He inspected underneath his black boot with disdain. “Why the fuck am I walking through gore? I thought this was a safe house!” “Not that safe if you know about it,” I snapped back. “Answer the question.” “Who the hell is this!” Finn’s surly voice cutting through. Yes the lump had fought well but I can’t trust him yet. The temptation to see how he handled six wolves on his own was almost entirely a military decision. Almost. Not that seeing him receive a few bites would have felt like sweet revenge for how poorly he's treated Freya. /But look how we just treated her/ Rush snarled, still absolutely furious with me for pulling away. The kiss that somehow froze and ignited my very soul in a heartbeat. I didn’t talk to her because I had nothing to say. No words could explain just how dangerously she’s flung me towards the borderline of sanity. She might have a mate, she may well be a Luna. But now, she is the most important thing in my wo

So I caved. Climbing that rope ladder like a man possessed I’d warned Rush not to push it. Not to get swept up in that delicious, lingering orange blossom that made me want to just get on my knees and worship her. Now as she rested her head against my chest, her quivering breaths making me want to do it all over again a curious silence washed over us. The line had been well and truly crossed. I swore to myself I would protect her, not fall for her. It was worth it though. Watching her face bea as she gave out her daring requests. Those perfect little moans, the ruby glimmer in her eyes. Chasing that spark up and down her body. Feeling all those gorgeous, sensual curves that have been placed in my direction entirely to taunt me. Her nipples through that silk top had been lethal. I twisted my fingers deviously as I withdrew from her soaked core, forcing a final little groan of pleasure that I savoured. My cock was fit to burst but that wasn’t what this was about. She asked if I was

There are a few raised eyebrows when I finally pull into Cragstone. Finn and the blonde Sawyer sport smug grins as I pull up just before the packhouse. The others stood around staring with awe up into the Goddess tree. To be fair it’s not often you see a gigantic tree bearing three kinds of fruit emerging from a well in the centre of a town. The pears remain rotten, we assume until Phillipe falls they will never be edible. So yeah I might be an hour later than planned, they can fucking shut up about it /Don’t lose your cool because you’re flustered over her/ Rush warned. /She might not hate us after reading that book/ /If you think that’s likely you’re a fool/ I snap back, throwing myself into leader mode. Before I can start whipping these bulky monsters into shape the double wooden doors of the packhouse fly open and a copper haired whirlwind lunges towards me. “ZEKE! It’s been so long!” cried Matilda. With zero regality she wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. Our L

The note did not lie. Shadowlands main line of defence was wiped out. A complete massacre. I noticed Finn and the recruits paling as we found the reserves shoring up defences. It had taken over a day of constant travel, but now as the afternoon drew to an end we found ourselves staring at devastation. Myself and Briss simply inhaled, squared our shoulders and strode forward. Beta’s cannot crack. However the forest could not disguise the realities of war. Thick, jagged claw marks branded the tree trunks. The fabric tents were either burnt or smashed to pieces, strips of khaki fabric tangled in branches. Blood still stained the leaves on the floor, the metallic tang making Rush wince. Riley, a tall, chiselled young Beta who'd only just risen through the ranks dashed towards me. "Beta Zeke! Who have you brought?" his blue eyes flicking towards the intimidating pair of Tucker and Finn. Tucker's long black braids and dark eyes brooded over the scene whilst Finn's huge size, wrapped i

The battle was relentless. No tactics, just desperate, ragged survival? Cillian and I charged straight into the carnage. I just goy my jacket off, flung to the floor before the first Hybrid got the drop on me. The risk of having so many new recruits; enemy scents were not obvious. A risk clearly being exploited by Rising Star. Cillian and I fought as a pair, just as we had taught the recruits. To take on a hybrid solo meant death. For hours Shadowlands fought for survival. Chased up and down the valley, darting in between trees, never able to catch a breath. The howls were deafening. Especially the ones of agony. We struggled with one grey-furred hybrid. With its golden eyes flashing we knew its original spirit’s human had been one of Rising Star’s prize Beta Warriors. This bastard was savage. As it resisted defeat it struck out in fury to claw and maul my shoulder. I howled in agony before twisting around to help Cillain. I ripped apart its underbelly, clawing into the glossy red,