All Chapters of The Legacy Luna's Fall: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Blake POV - As their lips locked together, Blake slipped his tongue into Willi’s mouth. The warmth of her enveloped him, teasing him of the pleasure to come. She tasted just as good as he remembered from a few nights ago and met him with an eagerness that stoked the brewing flame in his belly. His hands dropped to her waist, splaying over her gentle curves, itching to feel the soft skin beneath the dress that had been enticing him all day. He resisted the urge to strip her of it immediately. It was his first time with his unit, and he wanted it to be perfect. The hands that reached for him weren’t as restrained. Alastor’s body hovered behind him, sending a pleasant tingle of awareness down his spine. The Hayre’s hands quickly pulled Blake’s shirt free of its tuck and dipped his hands beneath the material. They were large, rough, finding an easy path across Blake’s flesh that let him explore every ridge and swell his abdomen had to offer. Lips found their way to his neck, lathering t

Alastor POV - Alastor moved fast as Roman nuzzled into Blake’s freshly marked neck. There was an instinct to cuddle and soothe one’s mate after the connection formed, but all of them were to mark him that night. If the pair managed to slip into the nest’s embrace and rest, they might not rouse until morning and their plans would be scuppered. He ignored the Lynn’s grumble as he took Blake from his arms. Alastor kicked off the lingering hold of the Issacs’ trousers and drew his naked body into his lap as he sat. Roman glared as him but had enough mind to leave them be. It wouldn’t be long until they were all mark and ready to hunker down together. Thankfully Mina was there. She sat beside Roman, moving his attention to her as she guided his head to rest in her lap. The wolf inhaled her, his eyes darkening as they fixed to Alastor and Blake opposite them. Alastor smiled. He knew what the Lynn was smelling because its scent still coated his fingers. Mina cheeks flushed as he brought th

Blake POV - “Roman!” Willi’s cry was sharp in Blake's ear, but his panic flooded over the pain and sent them all scrambling after their mate. With their limbs entwined, they twisted and fell to the floor, but he was closest to Roman. He had been at his back mere moments ago but now laid silently at his side. Blake wormed free from Alastor and Willi, crawling to the Lynn. Everything had been perfect, but it had gone wrong so quickly. The high of completing his final connection to Willi still rushed in his veins, but it was smothered by adrenaline. It dragged a sharp worry to the forefront of his mind, zeroing his focus on his unconscious mate. Roman's skin had been a pleasant rose from their passions but now burned with a sickly fire. Blake pressed a hand to his forehead, yanking it back at the overwhelming heat of his flesh. “Shit, he’s burning up.” Clarity pushed through any lingering bliss, making him focus. “What the hell happened?” One moment his mate had been inside him, l

Mina POV - The charge buzzing in her veins, from the confrontation with Oliver in front of the packhouse, only got her so far. Mina carried herself into the grand building, her head held high, accepting the glares and muttering of the wolves inside. Other Lunas and their units were in the entry hall, waiting to be announced as they moved into the grand hall where court would take place, while Clear Blue warriors lined the walls. Rather than join the queue of Lunas, she was directed to the stairway and told to go to the Luna’s office. Mina declined the need for a guide, bristling when the warrior insisted. It seemed that the Clear Blue wolves had forgotten it had been her home up until last month, when they threw her away. She could be blindfolded and still find her way around these halls better than them. However, when she saw them palming their weapons, she understood. They still thought her a murderer. They still believed the note and stood by their decision to reject her from th

Mina POV - They weren't left waiting in the hall for long, the space used for socialising during the breaks of the day. Soon, all the Lunas and their units were guided to a side room which held a large, round conference table at its centre. Mina hadn’t been in there before, despite growing up in that packhouse. Her mother kept it locked except for the one day, every three months, when Clear blue hosted the Luna court. It was smaller than she expected, but maybe it was the table that made it seem small. It filled the majority of the room, a doughnut shape that allowed a clear space in the centre for a wolf to stand and present their thoughts. Most Lunas moved to their assigned seat without needing to check the name cards. There were three larger chairs placed evenly around the table and most of the Lunas headed towards one of them before filtering to their seat. It took Mina a moment to realise they were for the Legacy pack leaders, and the Lunas had separated between them as their