Chapter 26

Zevara’s POV

Tonight is the full moon—and I’m ruined.

I could still remember every damn thing I went through in the last full moon at the Lunarstrike Pack.

My scent is usually sharper, and seductive—even to myself.

No, no, no… not tonight.

Not when every inch of me burns like a hit furnace, when I feel like an irresistible prey in the eyes of every man in the pack. Not when my body betrays me, craving to be touched, taken, claimed, ruined.

I can’t control it. I can’t stop myself now matter how hard I tried. My skin tingles like it’s dsn’t fucking belong to me anymore, my thighs ache, my pussy inch—for something—anything—and all I want to do is bury my fingers inside myself—fucking myself until I break, biting into the pillow just to stop myself from screaming until the whole pack hears.

I force the sounds down, muffling every whimper, because the last thing I want is for Emily to hear the way I fall apart every time I cum all over my