All Chapters of Taming the Rogue Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The room is silent except for the sound of our breaths, heavy and uneven, tangled with the fire burning between us. Octavius’ body hovers over mine, his skin warm and solid, his icy blue eyes burning into mine with a heat that steals my breath. His scent surrounds me, intoxicating and wild, and I can feel my wolf stirring beneath the surface, responding to his every touch, every whispered breath against my skin.His lips find mine again, slow and powerful, drawing a soft sound from my throat as I curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. His kisses deepen, pulling me under, and I arch against him without meaning to, lost in the overwhelming pull of him.“Kaida,” he breathes against my lips, his voice rough, strained, as though he’s barely holding himself back.I don’t answer, my thoughts a whirlwind of desire and confusion. My hands slide up his chest, feeling the strength beneath his skin, and I swear I can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.He kisses me again, hard

I wake with a start, the world around me feeling sharper, brighter. Sitting up in bed feels different. My skin is buzzing and feels radiant even as I've just woken up. I glance around the room being welcomed by the soft glow of morning filters through my window, creating faint golden streaks across the floor and a soft ambience. My breath comes slow and steady, but beneath the calm rhythm, my wolf stirs with newfound energy.Something’s different.The realisation settles over me as I shift slightly in bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I feel stronger, more powerful for some reason, like every part of me is finally aligned. It’s hard to explain, but it’s there, this undeniable sense of... completeness...I lift a hand to my neck, my fingers grazing over the mark Octavius left there last night. The crescent-shaped scar is raised slightly, warm under my touch, and the bond hums faintly in my chest like a steady pulse. As I touch it, a sudden wave of pleasure passes through my entire b

The meeting had been overwhelming, to say the least. The looks, the murmurs, the subtle shifts in the pack’s energy...it was all too much. I’d spent so much of my life flying under the radar, just trying to survive, that being thrust into the spotlight as their Luna felt… jarring.I hadn’t seen Octavius since the announcement. He’d spoken with Samson and a few others while I’d stood there, absorbing everything that had just happened. Now, as the hall cleared out and the crowd dispersed, I found myself looking for him.I wasn’t sure why. Maybe I just needed a moment to process everything with the one person who could possibly understand what I was feeling. Or maybe it was something else entirely, something I wasn’t ready to admit to myself.His scent guides me through the packhouse and it’s almost embarrassing how attuned I’ve become to it, how it seems to calm and agitate me all at once.I finally find him in a quieter part of the house, near the edge of the forest. He’s leaning again

My face is frozen in shock as I blink at Victor, allowing his words to sink deep into my mind. My heart suddenly drops before racing sharply as I'm finally able to process what he's just said to me. I keep my eyes on him, and it seems my reaction only fuels his ego. A much more sinister expression now forms on his face as he eyes me carefully.My stomach turns, and I suddenly find it hard to breathe, my entire body becoming tense as I take in what he's told me. My pack... My family... Lycans?"That's not possible," I whisper, shaking my head as if the movement alone with dispel his claim."Oh... but it is..." Victor laughs, a grating, hollow sound that echoes in the damp cell.I turn to glance at Octavius, confused and uncertain about What Victor just told me, and once I meet his gaze, I find the expression. Not only is he in shock but he is also in disbelief."The only Lycans to exist, come from the only 3 royal bloodlines..." I shake my head at him. In werewolf society, Lycans are

The words sink in as I stare at him. Victor’s smirk twists something deep inside me as I finally convince myself that what is he is saying is actually true.My sister is alive.The necklace... He’s telling the truth. He has to be. My knees feel weak, and for a moment, I think I might collapse at the weight of this revelation.“Korra…” I whisper her name like a prayer, a plea, a desperate hope that this isn’t some cruel game Victor’s playing.Victor leans back against the wall, his satisfaction practically radiating off him. “Now you’re starting to see it, little Luna,” he drawls, his tone mocking but sharper, more dangerous. “But I can’t tell you everything all at once. Where’s the fun in that?” He ends up laughing and once again, I'm sent over the edge.“Stop playing games!” My voice cracks as I step closer to him, threatening to pick him off the ground just like Octavius did. “Where is she? What have you done with her?” I yell at him, my voice echoing through the hallways of the ce