All Chapters of Becoming The Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Christina's POVTraining with Marcel became a routine that I was now starting to look forward to. I had been doing so for two weeks, and it was helping me. I faced him in the training room three times a week, and we pretended everything was alright.It was an unspoken truce—he didn't push, and I didn't go back. Neither addressed the lingering tension from that day after the execution or the awkward closeness during training. We just... moved on.Somehow, I was okay with it. I didn't want to bother myself with my emotions just yet, so I threw myself into the training, letting the strain distract me from them. It was easier to focus on striking, dodging, countering—anything but the wickedly handsome man whose gaze lingered too long. It was easier to pretend I didn't want to be close to him.Sometimes, he looked at me like he was waiting for something, and if I was being honest, I was waiting too. But for what? I didn't know, and I doubted he did either.After today's session, I returned

The passion between us was intense, yet I longed to draw her nearer. At this moment, I had no awareness of our surroundings. Even if I attempted to focus, I couldn't. The sensation of her underneath me, her form rising to meet mine with each urgent motion, was all that mattered now.Christina's breathy sounds filled the air around us, her nails digging into my back as I pushed deeper. My name escaped her lips like a soft request."Marcel..."I let out a low sound releasing her nipple and nestling my face where her neck met her shoulder. Her heartbeat was strongest. My teeth skimmed the area, and something deeper than instinct urged me to mark her as mine.It's too early, I thought, not wanting to rush or seem hasty. But as this idea crossed my mind, her scent overwhelmed me, and she lifted her hips driving me further inside her. Every fiber of my being was tense, my wolf side demanding what we both knew would happen.My willpower crumbled. If I didn't act now, I would lose my mind. He

Chapter 65Christina's POVI hadn’t seen Marcel in more than a day, and I couldn’t tell if I should be relieved or discomfited by this. I just didn’t know how to feel about all that had transpired between us and so I dreaded running into him.A small part of me was thankful he hadn’t called me to him.I had half expected him to force me into a conversation I wasn't ready for, but instead, surprisingly, there was just silence.Even Luna Sandra hadn't called for me. For her to overlook our classes and not demand my presence meant she was still furious. Honestly, I didn't care. After all, she said, I had no idea if I could control my tongue if I saw her again.So I spent the last day holed up in my room, trying to read a book even though my mind refused to focus on the words. Every few seconds, I would catch my thoughts drifting back to him—his hands, his lips, his mark on my neck that still tingled faintly. And then I would proceed to stare at the wall and relive the moment for a while

Author's POVBecca paced back and forth in the small room anxiously, her arms clasped firmly across her body. She glanced at the door every once in a while, hoping it would open.It never did, however, that only made her angrier. What was happening outside, anyway? She hated being trapped in here.Melissa, cross-legged on the bed, frowned. Her sister's behavior was starting to annoy her now. "Relax, Becca, you need to,""I cannot," Becca cried out, running her hand through her hair. "We have not heard anything since the curse was lifted."Even Alice has nothing new to tell us. How do we even know if Christina's okay?"Melissa bit her lip, exhaling. Alice was one of the Maids who worked here that they had befriended—she usually brought updates from whatever news she had gathered around the Estate. But for the past two days, she had nothing new to tell them.Melissa felt the same way but didn't want to voice her worries. Becca would just get more anxious. "She's still alive, at least,"

Author's POVSandra's breathing was ragged, blood trickling from a wound on her side as she ran forward and raised a trembling hand. Summoning that burst of air to snuff out Pierce's flame took great more energy than she had ever imagined. But if she did not act now, there would never be a second chance.Her exhausted eyes settled on Pierce, who blinked in shock. Before Pierce could react, Sandra muttered an incantation under her breath. She only managed to graze her forehead though, as Pierce threw out a hand and shoved her away.But the incantation was enough. A shocking pulse of energy rippled outward, knocking everyone back a step. Pierce gasped, her entire body rigid. Her arms froze, suspended in mid-air, and the flame that had flickered there went out at once. Her mouth opened in a snarl, but no sound came out—only a harsh, shallow gasp, as if she'd just been deprived of all her power.Sandra lost her footing, falling against the wall. She could not hold herself up because the