All Chapters of The THORN LUNA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The wind whispered before the sun rose, threading through the cracks in the windows like it carried secrets. I opened my eyes to that sound—not to an alarm, or footsteps, or even the birds—but to something quieter. Something ancient.Luna instinct, maybe. Or paranoia.I slid from the bed without a sound, wrapping myself in my robe as I padded down the stairs. The house was still, just the way I liked it before the day roared to life. I passed the hearth, still warm from the night fire, and made a mental checklist: patrol rotations, border watch updates, healer stock inventory, and a sit-down with the council about that stupid territory dispute with Briarcliff. Another morning of walking the line between leader and the peacekeeper.And yet, something tugged at me. A thread I couldn’t see, pulling me off script.“Post office,” I whispered to myself, almost absently. I hadn’t planned to go. There were messengers for that. But a part of me—something deep and quiet—urged me there, like fat

Emily's POV We moved together like we were made for this. Made for each other. His body pressed into mine, deeper, harder, but always with that restraint that let me choose. That let me lead.I did.I rolled him onto his back, straddled him, rode the edge of pleasure until it crested and broke like a wave inside me. My cry echoed off the stone walls. And when he followed, body trembling, voice rough and low and mine, I felt power unlike anything I’d ever known.We collapsed together, tangled and gasping, sweat-slicked and glowing from more than just the fire.My head rested on his chest again. This time, I wasn’t shaking.He kissed the top of my hair. “They’ll follow you, Emily.”I closed my eyes.“Because they already do. They just don't know it yet.”And I finally believed him. The fire had died down to glowing embers by the time I stirred.My body ached in all the best ways, the kind of ache that reminded me I’d let go. Fully. Fiercely. And without fear.Fayne lay beside me, stil

Fayne's POV The cool morning air bit at my cheeks as I stepped out of the Galahad Pack House, but the heat from Emily’s lips still lingered on mine. I touched them without thinking, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. That kiss—raw, unexpected, real—kept replaying in my mind like a song I couldn’t shut off. Her scent still clung to my hoodie, soft and electric, and I could swear her heartbeat still echoed faintly in my ears.The Demon in me wanted to turn back. To storm up the stairs, pull her into my arms, and claim her—completely. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.Not yet.There were too many questions still unanswered. Could we make it? She was a werewolf, soon-to-be Alpha and I was just a Demon. I loved her more than life but when it came down to it, was love enough?I chuckled to myself, thinking of Emily's poised and beautiful eyes. She was strong and beautiful, I loved her for it. But mostly because she was just herself no matter the situation. My stomach growled loud enough t

Fayne's POV She used to feed him clovers while I watched, pretending I didn’t care. But I did. God, I did.The memory slammed into me like a wall of light, piercing the haze.Gray would sit in her lap for hours, twitching his nose while she read stories aloud. She’d always look up and smile at me—soft, kind, like I wasn’t some ticking bomb of wrath and teeth. Like I was human.I blinked, and the vision of blood drained away. The rabbit in front of me froze, sensing me. One more heartbeat and I could’ve—But I didn’t.I let out a long breath, stepped back. The creature bolted, a blur of brown vanishing into the trees.I stood there, trembling, hands clenched into fists.The demon inside me snarled, unsatisfied.But Emily’s memory held stronger.For now.I thought handing off the box would bring me peace. I thought completing that task would loosen the weight that had been growing on my chest since the day I was pulled into all this. But the truth is, even after placing the box into Pe

Emily's POV The sun was barely down when I retreated to my chambers, but the ache behind my eyes told me night had long since fallen inside me. I didn’t bother lighting all the lamps—just one by the fireplace to cast a warm enough glow that I could pretend the world outside didn’t exist. My boots slid off with a soft thud, and I sank onto the edge of the bed with a sigh, letting my arms go slack at my sides. The fabric of the sheets was cool against my palms, the velvet coverlet tugged gently beneath me as I leaned back. Just for a moment, I told myself. Just a short rest. The minute my head hit the pillow, the heaviness in my chest began to dissolve. My thoughts were a swirling pool of everything I’d tried to avoid all day—the funeral preparations, the silence in the halls, the empty chair at supper. And the waiting.Always the waiting.I didn’t even hear the door open until a familiar voice called gently from the threshold. “Milady?”I blinked, lifting my head off the pillow. Mel