Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Emily’s POV

What if Declan’s mark ruins my chances of ever having Nathan’s children?

The thought made me feel completely sick.

“Jess… May I have a one word” I nudged Jessie away from the crowd, moving her toward the porch steps.

“Where do priestesses usually live?”

She blinked, it was clearly not the question she expected.

“Usually far away from packs,” she said, thinking it over. “Most stay up near the mountain temples or old sacred grounds.”

“And how can I get in touch with them?”

Jessie nodded. “They usually only come down when something major is about to happen.”

Like when I almost died, I noted to Nyx.

“Exactly,” my wolf muttered.

Jessie was watching me now, her eyes searching my face. “…Why are you asking?”

“I just need to look into something,” I said.

Jessie hesitated, then let out a soft sigh. “Then you’ll probably need Nathan’s help. There’s still a travel estriction outside pack territory,” Jessie reminded me, her voice softening. “Especially for you.”

I looked down at my drink. Yeah. Because outside these borders, was Declan’s rogues.

“Thanks,” I said.

But now the real problem was figuring out how to ask Nathan without making him panic.

By sunset, everyone had sat around the small firepit in Blake’s backyard. Flames crackled under the rising moon, nd fireflies drifted through the grass.

Marcus hadn’t let go of Poppy all evening.

Meanwhile, Blake and Kane were arguing about combat training again, with Jessie interrupting every five seconds

“If I were a warrior,” Jessie insisted, holding her chin high, “I’d destroy all of you.”

“You cried last week because a spider looked at you wrong in the bathroom,” Kane reminded her.

“That spider was huge, with such a hairy little tummy.”

I smiled, but my mind drifted right back to the dark. I thought about the girls. The ones who helped me escape.

‘Marcus…”

He looked over at me right away. “Yeah?”

I cleared my throat, forcing the words out. “I know we can’t bring their bodies back from the rogue castle… but I’d

ike to do something to honor the girls who helped save me.”

The laughter around the fire died out.

Marcus’s expression turned serious.

“We already held ceremonies for them in our pack,” he said quietly. “Their families believe wolves meet again ifter death. Either in the afterlife… or in another life. But I’m glad you remember them.”

“And Owen too,” I added softly.

I cut a quick glance toward Nathan. I knew mentioning Owen still hurt him in complicated ways, but this wasn’t bout jealousy. It was about gratitude. And grief.

Nathan nodded slowly.

“We’ll organize a proper memorial procession in the next few days,” his voice stayed calm and steady. “Funeral ires for everyone we lost.”

Marcus lifted his bottle. “For the fallen.”

“For the fallen,” we echoed together.

No one clinked glasses. We just drank under the rising moon.

Much later, Nathan and I walked home together. The night air stayed warm, a soft breeze moving through the rees. Crickets chirped somewhere in the distance while moonlight spilled silver across the path beneath our feet.

“Where’s Liam?” I asked finally. “I barely saw him today.”

The second the question left my mouth, I felt it. That sharp spike of anxiety from Nathan again. It flared up and vanished, but I caught it anyway.

“He’s busy,” Nathan answered smoothly. “His mate visited today.”

I blinked, looking up at him. “Wait, Liam has a mate?”

Nathan laughed softly. “Yeah. You actually saw her once.”

“When?”

“At the council meeting.” His grin turned wicked. “You walked in on them making some very questionable life choices inside a storage room.”

And then, another memory came rushing back. I pointed an accusing finger at him. “Wait. That was also the day I spilled coffee all over your shirt.”

Nathan smirked. “Oh, remember.”

“You made me take your shirt off.

“You seemed very interested in helping.”

‘Nathan!”

His laughter echoed warmly through the trees. I loved hearing that sound.

We hadn’t even reached the house yet when I finally gathered enough courage to ask the question that had been veighing on me all evening.

Nathan…”

He looked down at me, his lips twitching slightly. “Oh. Full name. This must be serious.” He squeezed my hand rently. “Go ahead.”

Damn him for making me nervous.

“Yeah,” I murmured.

His expression softened, his gaze locking onto mine. “Tell me, little moon.”

The warmth of his hand wrapped around mine, and suddenly this felt much harder to ask.

“I want to speak to a priestess.”

Nathan froze.

…Why?”

I looked away. I couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not until I knew the truth myself.

“Please trust me,” I pleaded softly. “I just need answers.”

Nathan spent a long moment studying me. Thinking. Calculating. Worrying. Finally, he let out a slow breath.

‘…Okay.”

His low, vibrating voice sent a sharp shiver straight between my legs. Holding back was impossible.

“Nathan… I’m already burning,” I whispered pleadingly, arching my body toward his.

“Good,” he growled deeply, a sound that made me shiver with anticipation. “We won’t break the rule. But…”

He moved down, leaving a trail of wet, burning kisses on my stomach.

His strong hands gripped my thighs, parting them with pure alpha authority. Nathan lowered his face to my most ensitive zone, kissing the tender skin of my inner thighs, teasing me, getting closer and closer to the center of my ching desire.

I bit my lip, gripping the sheets as I felt a hot, throbbing wetness down there. Nathan looked up at me, his eyes full of primal triumph, as his fingers brushed against my soaked panties.

Every breath he took against my skin felt like pure electricity. Nathan slid his palm higher. His fingers–hot and slightly calloused from training–confidentially stroked my thighs, making me shiver at the contrast between his raw strength and incredible gentleness.

“Look at me, Emily,he commanded huskily.

I forced my heavy eyelids open. He pushed up on his elbows, hovering over me like a massive, dark shadow against the moonlight from the window. His amber wolf eyes burned with a primal, possessive triumph.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

Then, his fingers slid under the thin fabric of my panties, instantly finding the very epicenter of my fire.

I gasped and arched my back as his thumb dragged slowly, with firm pressure, over my hypersensitive, wet flesh. A soft, broken moan escaped my chest.

“Nathan… please…”

Instead of answering, he dipped his head back between my thighs. He pushed the panties of my lace aside, and I felt the first touch of his hot, wet tongue against my aching, slick core.

A sob of pure pleasure tore from my throat.

His tongue made long, teasing strokes from bottom to top, and then he pressed a firm kiss, making me cry out and bury my fingers deep into the hair at the back of his head.

I tried to move my hips, desperate to catch his rhythm, but his heavy palms pinned me to the bed, locking me in place and refusing to let me escape this sweet torture.

A tight, unbearable coil was winding up inside me. I was pulsing for him, my body slick with Need. Every flick of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge.

“Nathan, I’m going to… I can’t…” I was breathless, my head spinning as stars danced behind my eyes.

“Come for me, baby” he growled against my skin.

He added two fingers, sliding them rhythmically inside my underwear, stimulating me, it was almost too much to

Dear.

That was the breaking point. The coil inside me snapped in a blinding flash.

My muscles clamped down hard around his fingers, and a massive wave of orgasm crashed over me.

“Nathan!” I arched like a bow, screaming his name into the empty room as my body buckled in sweet, lingering ¡pasms.

Nathan didn’t stop; he kept worshipping me, catching every drop of my ecstasy with his lips, dragging out the :limax until I didn’t even have the strength to breathe,

When the world finally stopped spinning, I collapsed onto the pillows, panting. Nathan rose slowly, licking his darkened lips with a satisfied, wild smirk.

He lay down beside me, pulling my limp, sweat–damp body against his hot, muscular chest. He wrapped himself around me, throwing a heavy leg over mine to keep me close.

“That is only a fraction of what is waiting for you once you pass the trials,” he whispered into my hair, his heart drumming a wild beat under my cheek. “Now sleep, my mate. Your Alpha is watching over you.”

For one reckless second, I let myself imagine it. This room. This bed. A real future here with him. I pictured kids running around with his eyes, his laugh, his easy smile.

An ache rolled straight through me, sharp and heavy.

Moon Goddess… please let that future be possible for us.

Because if the priestess tells me Declan’s mark destroyed that chance I don’t know how I’ll survive it.