All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Back at Nicholas's mansion, Kimberly lay on her bed, now completely exhausted of surfing the Internet on her phone. Her mind was still consumed by that intense moment she shared with Nicholas. Despite the chaos that had been unfolding recently, her thoughts kept drifting back to the way Nicholas's touch had made her feel. The memory of her climax still sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience that again.As she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that Nicholas had been holding back. He had promised to be gentle with her, and she knew that he had been careful not to hurt her. But as she thought about it, she realized that they had both forgotten one very important thing —they were werewolves.Silly Nicholas completely forgot she was one of them, and they had a high tolerance for pain, and their bodies healed from wounds very rapidly. It was a fact that made Kimberly wonder what it would be like to truly let go and surrender

Sheila drove her car into the desolate compound of Nicholas's mansion. Her eyes narrowed as memories of the past flooded her mind. She had been betrayed by Nicholas, left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. And the pain still lingered, fueling her desire for revenge.Her plan was intricate, with multiple layers that would take time to unravel. But she was patient, driven by a burning desire for vengeance. Yesterday's events had set the wheels in motion, and soon, Nicholas would realize that he had underestimated the woman he had wronged.Sitting in her car, Sheila's eyes gleamed with malice as she contemplated the scope of her betrayal. Joining forces with the Silversmith hunters, Nicholas's sworn enemies, was the ultimate act of treachery. She would sabotage the pack from within, sowing chaos and destruction wherever she went.For now, she would gain his trust, only to betray him when he least expected it. Kimberly, the woman Nicholas adored, would be caught in the crossfir

Some nights later, the mansion was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. It was this beautiful night Sheila had decided to spend in the mansion. Given how much she'd always loved her own duplex, her own space and company, it was a tough decision for her to make, but there was a much more important aim to achieve; learn about what goes on at night, what goes down when she's not in the mansion. Learn anything that would aid her plan in taking place flawlessly. But little did Sheila know that it was a night she would regret witnessing in Nicholas’s mansion.So unlike Sheila, it was just like any other night for Kimberly and Nicholas to spend the night together in the same bed and in the same room, whether it was his, or hers. But it was mostly hers. Mostly hers because Nicholas loved hers. Her aesthetic, her lively decor and belongings, her scent that enveloped every single thing in the room. Unlike his that was devoid of colorful decor or even human emotion. Just plain shades of whit

Still in the car. Sheila's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her voice unwavering as she dropped the bombshell. "The truth about you, Nicholas, me, your family... it's all a lie. You've been deceived, Kimberly. Your whole life has been a fabrication." She paused, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "But before you doubt me, listen to my heartbeat. See the sincerity in my eyes. I'm done deceiving you."Kimberly's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with skepticism. "Sheila, you're not making any sense. Just get to the point already."Sheila's expression turned grave, her voice laced with a hint of sadness. "Your relationship with Nicholas... it's a sham, Kimberly. He's using you, manipulating you, lying to you, controlling you..." Kimberly's eyes widened in shock, her face pale."No, that's not true!" Kimberly interrupted, shaking her head vehemently. "I don't understand what you mean," she repeated, her voice trembling. Sheila's words had struck a chord, and Kimberly's mind was re

Back on the desolate road. Still on her new journey of finding Levi, Kimberly trudged along the desolate road, the scorching sun beat down on her. After what felt like an eternity of halting cars for lift, a truck finally pulled up beside her. She suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu wash over her. It was as if she had been here before, in this exact same situation. She remembered it was the last time she had run away, fleeing from her parents and from the suffocating town, when a truck had pulled up beside her, offering a ride that had nearly ended in disaster.The memory of that fateful day flashed through her mind —the man's leering face, his grasping hands, the terror that had gripped her heart. But as she looked up at the truck that had just pulled up beside her, Kimberly felt a surge of determination course through her veins. She was not the same scared, vulnerable girl she had been back then.This time, she was ready. Just like how he had returned the favor of brutalizing that man