Page 42 of Moon Cursed
The female glowed with light, encasing her and the Outcast with the rushing peak of her orgasm.
I knew what was going to happen next and I couldn’t bring myself to look away, no matter how it would burn the scene permanently into my mind.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back, her arousal reaching the cliff as she exploded.
The Outcast roared in response. I could almost feel her as if I was the one enjoying the tightening of her muscles that would swell any Alpha into a secure knot.
The swollen bulbs around my cock grew in size, but I wasn’t the one inside of her.
Instead, the Outcast expressed a moment of pure bliss that I envied. Her eyes flashed open as she completed the Claim.
Her teeth elongated and magic bled through her gaze.
I slumped onto the floor, broken, weak, and completely fucked as I tucked my chin to my chest.
My wolf howled in my mind, then retreated, refusing to even look at me.
My body went slack and my wolf’s gifts immediately diminished, leaving my vision lackluster of its typical vivid colors and detail. My strength ebbed and flowed out of me, leaving me feeling heavy and weak.
I’d made a terrible mistake.
And it had just cost me everything.
“Report,” I demanded, knowing I sounded harsh but I was in a mood.
Xenos stood in the entryway to the flimsy tent that had been hastily erected between two large trees.
I didn’t like our placement. The wolves knew these woods and it seemed like a poorly defended spot, but we required shelter after an embarrassing retreat. And for now, the packs seemed satisfied to leave us alone while we made camp and tried to figure out what to do with our catastrophic failure.
“The wolves are monitoring our movements,” Xenos said as he swept his fingers through his dark hair. “But they aren’t advancing.”
I spread my fingers out over the crude map on the table that one of the Hunters had summoned.
Creating furniture and papyrus seemed like a waste of pain and magic. Still, I knew that the Hunters required familiarity and structure for such a situation.
Even a candle burned to my right, giving me enough illumination to read the scratches of ink that depicted this realm’s geography.
It displayed information I already knew, but I stared at it anyway.
There was something I was missing and if the other Hunters questioned my ability to figure it out… this wasn’t going to end well for any of us.
Still, I put on a front that I was in control. Xenos wasn’t the only Hunter in my tent. Others listened to our conversation and were counting on me to direct them and keep them alive.
I’d gone into this with numbers, but numbers alone wasn’t enough to win.
We needed intel.
We needed a strategy.
I’d underestimated the wolves and thought we could overwhelm them with superior numbers. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Ronin and two others huddled around another table just past the entrance, but their cocked heads told me they were listening.
The hum in the air that betrayed their magic, however subtle it was, it was telling.
I’d lost face.
And worse yet, I’d lost the Conduit.
