THE MOON'S DESIRE

CHAPTER FIVE

Devina’s POV

After minutes of awkward silence, I finally spoke.

"I'm in need of a savior, but I’m not asking for favors, empathy, or kindness from anyone. My whole life I’ve felt like a burden. I was tired of being in the wrong, of seeing disappointment cloud my father’s eyes… of seeing pity drown in my mother’s."

Love, from them, came only in the form of pity and disappointment. That’s what love gave me.

I was silent for 18 years until I took a traumatic step. That memory still claws at me, living in my head, haunting me with nightmares every time I try to find even an ounce of peace or happiness.

What I did isn’t justified. I’m stuck in regret, no matter how terrible he was, he was still family. I shouldn’t have… No, maybe I should have.

But this, this force I feel towards you. This pull, this craving, this want that makes me clutch my own body just to stop myself from needing your touch…

I must cure myself of it.

But my wolf didn’t listen. She took over.

I trailed my fingers across his strong arms, down to his palm, before climbing onto his legs. His breathing synced with mine, heavy and unsteady. The pull between us was undeniable.

“You’re mine,” I whispered. His eyes flashed grey.

He grabbed me by the neck and, desperate yet careful, crushed his lips against mine.

His kiss devoured me, no longer gentle, but hungry. The taste of him set fire through my veins, and for once, I didn’t hold back. I let myself be free.

I pressed closer, grinding against him, the heat of his body calling to mine. His hands slid down from my neck to my waist, gripping me hard enough to make me gasp, pulling me to him like he’d lose his mind if I slipped away.

My wolf howled, wild and unchained, urging me to give in, and I did. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into me, my lips parting as his tongue claimed me. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, every kiss made my body ache with need.

Straddling his lap fully, my thighs tightened around him, feeling his want pressed against me. His growl rumbled deep, his control snapping as his hands roamed, exploring every curve like he’d dreamed of me for centuries.

There was no pity here. No disappointment. Only raw want. Only him. Only us.

His fingertips traced paths on my skin, touching places no one had ever been. I wanted him, every part of him. I needed him now.

“I… I want your body on me,” I moaned, giving in to the ecstasy burning through me.

Luka’s POV

In her eyes, I saw it, the heavy blue weight of wanting to love and the fear of losing.

I’d been running through the woods for her. Howling for her. My heart was hers, whether she knew it or not.

And now, only my name fell from her lips.

I tore her clothes away and turned her over, kissing down her neck, down her back, tasting her skin. Every moan she released sent me deeper into madness.

Her body responded to mine, trembling, arching, begging. And when I slid inside her, slow then deep, the way she gasped my name, the way she kissed me in between moans, it drove me further, harder, as if the world itself demanded I make her mine.

Devina’s POV

His name was all I could breathe, all I could cling to. The push and pull of his body inside me unraveled every wall I built.

For the first time, love wasn’t pity. It wasn’t disappointment.

It was fire. It was want. It was us.

And as I held onto him, trembling, I chose not my regrets, not my pain, but this moment. My wolf’s truth. My truth.

Sometimes, when the silence grows too loud, I wonder if I was cursed the moment I was born. Maybe my father saw it too, that I would never be ordinary, never be gentle. I carved myself into steel, into fire, because softness was devoured in this world. And yet, no matter how many walls I build, some hidden part of me still ached for a bond I swore I’d never need. This craving is my greatest shame… and my greatest truth.

I chose him.