All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Savannah Whitlock.The growl still lingered in the hallway like heat trapped under skin.Like the air remember it. Like every nerve in my body was suddenly alive and stupidly attentive. As if a switch had been flipped and I couldn't turn it off again. Asher's eyes held mine. And because I am apparently allergic to anything that would be safe, I smiled.Slowly. Bratty. A little too pleased with myself. "So you did like that." I said, tilting my head so I could study his face a little more, "More than you're saying huh?""Savannah..." His gaze sharpened.The warning was there. Soft, but controlled. It landed like a hand on the back of my neck.I shivered lightly but pretended not to notice."What? You growled. That's basically a yes."His growl deepened just a fraction, a rumble that didn't sound like anger so much as restraint being pulled tight.My stomach did another little flip.His hands were still on my waist, warm. Not pinning me or hurting me. Just reminding me that if he wan

Savannah WhitlockI stared at him, pulse thundering in my ears."And what exactly am I stepping into?" I asked, softer.Asher's gaze dropped briefly, to my lips again, then rose back to my eyes."You're stepping into my life," he said, "And my pack's."The words last night would have made me run.Today, they made heat spread low in my belly, an answer my body gave before my brain could object. I shifted my weight again, antsy, suddenly aware of everything. The quiet of the room. The smell of old wood and strings. His warmth. His eyes. The way his voice would get gravelly when he wasn't trying to restrain himself. I forced myself to breathe."So," I said, because I needed something to hold onto besides the face I wanted him, "this is what you wanted to show me?" "Yes.""The portrait?" I clarified. He nodded once.I glanced back at the picture, then back to him, my throat tightened again."Your Mom... She looks like could've terrified half this house with just one look."A low huff o

Asher DravenHartI pulled my mouth from hers like it cost me something.Not because I wanted to stop. Gods no. Everything in me wanted to stay right there, anchored to her warmth, to the taste of her, to the soft, breathy way she said my name like it belonged on her tongue.I pulled away because the moment was too big to hold only with a kiss.Her arms were still looped around my neck. Her breathing was uneven, eyes were bright and a little dazed, lips swollen just enough to make my control tighten again.Nero prowled under my skin like a storm that was barely leashed, pleased and loud and ravenous for more."Enough, Nero." I warned him, even as my own pulse hammered.He didn't listen so much as...vibrate a growl in my skull. Savannah looked at me and the words she had spoken in that room full of ghosts and music her me again like a bell:"I'm staying"Relief shot through me so hard that it turned to laughter before I could even think about stopping it.I wrapped my arms around her.

Asher DravenHart"It's because I blocked them from linking me.""You can do that?""Yes.""Why? Why would you do that?"I looked down at her hand in mine, then back to her face."Because I am with you."Savannah's cheeks warmed instantly, color rising like she couldn't stop it."That's not really an explanation.""It is though." I calmly said, "You just don't like how straightforward it is."Her eyes narrowed at me."Then try again. With details."I slowed our pace, so she didn't feel like she had to keep up with my stride while she interrogated me, because that’s what this was, and we both knew it."Well to start, the pack can reach me through our link constantly," I explained, "Questions. Updates. Requests. Every small thing that could be handled by my Beta, Rowan, but they push it to me because they are anxious.""About me..." she said, swallowing and looking away, "That sounds exhausting.""Yes." I answered her statement in one word, "It is.""So you blocked them out because, what

Asher DravenHartThe ward whumped, more felt than heard, and the door clicked open, releasing the bolts with a heavy thunk.Savannah's eyes widened."Okay... that's intense.""It has to be," I said, pushing the door open.The armory smelled like oil, metal, and polished wood. Clean. Controlled. It wasn't just a normal, chaotic storage room. Every single thing was in its place.Racks lined the walls. Not decorative. Practical. Organized. There were blades of different lengths, short knives built for close work, longer swords with grips worn smooth. Several crossbows rested on a central table; their bolts stacked neatly in cases. Along one side sat a cabinet holding firearms, meant for the kind of situation where claws weren't enough. Below them were boxes of specialized ammunition each labeled in neat handwriting.There were also things that weren't strictly "weapons" but still looked like they could mess someone’s day up. Coils of wire, grappling hooks, flash devices, small canisters