All Chapters of Moonlit Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Chloe’s POV)He was gone.One second, Lucian had me pinned against the wall, his hands gripping me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality, and the next, he was out the door, leaving me breathless and trembling in the middle of the room.I stood there for a moment, still feeling the heat of his body, the ghost of his lips on mine. My head was spinning, my heart racing, and all I could think was What the hell just happened?The room felt too empty without him, too cold after the furnace of his touch. I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myself, my body still buzzing with the memory of his kiss, of the way he’d growled my name like it was the only word that mattered. I wanted him back. I wanted him here, right now, finishing what we’d started.But something had changed in an instant. Something outside—some threat I couldn’t see but Lucian had sensed. He’d gone into full-on protector mode, leaving me here, hanging on the edge of what we could have been, what I

(Chloe’s POV)The air felt like it had been sucked out of the world. For a second, I couldn’t move. My body went rigid, the icy knot of fear tightening in my chest as the words echoed in the mist.The lone wolf and his little pet.The three figures stood in the street like shadows come to life, their glowing eyes locked on Lucian with predatory intent. They moved in sync, their bodies fluid, graceful, and there was something in the way they carried themselves—something dark and dangerous—that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach: these weren’t just men.They were like him. Wolves.Lucian stood in front of me, his back to me, but I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. His body was coiled tight, his fists clenched, his breathing slow and steady, but I knew better. He was holding himself back, barely restraining the wolf inside.I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as I took a step closer to him, wanting to feel some kind of connection, some ki

(Lucian’s POV)I’d marked her. Without even meaning to, without a bite, without even taking her to bed—I had claimed Chloe, and now there was no turning back.Standing there in the mist, with Chloe in my arms, I could feel the bond pulsing between us, alive and undeniable. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment or the intensity of the danger that had forged it. It was deeper than that. Primal. The wolf in me had recognized her as mine long before I was willing to admit it, and now the truth hung in the air between us like a dark promise.She was mine.And I couldn’t stop the guilt gnawing at me. I had brought her into this world—this dangerous, brutal world—where the pack would see her as nothing more than a weakness. A point of leverage. Something to exploit if they ever wanted to come after me.But the wolf didn’t care. He saw her, felt her, and the bond between us was more powerful than any warning or threat from the pack. It was part of me now. Part of us.“I’m yours,” she had whis

(Chloe’s POV)The world felt different now.I lay in the quiet stillness, my breath still coming in slow, steady waves as I tried to process everything that had just happened. My body was still humming, every nerve alive, every inch of my skin sensitive to Lucian’s touch. I could feel the weight of him beside me, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and yet, something deeper had shifted.The bond.It wasn’t just a physical connection anymore. It was something much more intense—something I couldn’t quite explain, but could feel with every heartbeat. The mark on my neck still tingled, a constant reminder of what had just happened, of the moment Lucian had claimed me as his own. His bite was a symbol of the bond we now shared—one that was permanent, unbreakable.I turned my head slightly, glancing at Lucian. His arm was draped over my waist, his breathing slow and even, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. There was a tension in him, a kind of quiet conflict that I could sense even now.

(Chloe’s POV)The cabin was quiet, the only sound the faint crackle of the fire Lucian had lit. The dim light from the flames danced across the walls, casting long, flickering shadows that made the small space feel even smaller. My mind was spinning, racing with everything that had happened over the last few hours—the confrontation with Alaric, Lucian’s promise to protect me, and now, this eerie calm before the storm.The air was thick with tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. I kept glancing toward the windows, even though they were boarded up, half-expecting to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me from the darkness. But there was nothing. Just the quiet, suffocating silence.Lucian had been pacing for the last twenty minutes, his movements restless and agitated. I could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled tight beneath his skin, ready to spring into action at any second. His wolf was close to the surface. I could feel it