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129. Roots Jax’s POV
Jackie BlueHi everyone, I know it’s a lot of fighting and struggles. But these chapters will be essential for what's to come. I hope you're enjoying the story. Please comment and remember to leave gems if possible. It truly means the world. Love Jackie
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Luna's Uprising 131. Balloons
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Hi everyone, I haven't forgotten this book.Covid just has been a real b*tch. While I thought I was getting better finally after 2 weeks of Covid, it suddenly spiralled down a lot again. Seems like my other ilnesses have made me very vulnerable. Even if this is my 4th time with Covid, it hit me nearly as bad as the 1st time.Currently, the high dose of cortisone and some oxygen are starting to help. The fever also has come down again. So I will try updating very soon.We're so close to the end of this story, and I feel really bad about not being able to update for so long decently. I hope you understand. Lots of love Jackie♡♡♡♡
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The slick sounds of my bare feet running desperately on the muddy ground mix with the cold, heavy rain and hail. As much as the hard and blistering cold rain stings on my barely covered skin, I wish it would rain even heavier. I wish it was strong enough to drown out any sound and any trace I’m leaving on my tracks behind.My accelerated breathing echoes through the pitch-black woods while I run for my dear life. The only light source is coming from the lightning. The lightning and thunder give this entire scenario a vibe like in a book or movie. The perfect mystery/ horror moment. Only that this isn’t some story, it’s my real life. A life I’m running out on right now.As much as I try to be as silent as possible, I know they can hear and sense me. There’s no way I am able to cover my tracks, not from them. No matter how fast I run, I can clearly hear them hot on my tracks only a few feet behind. I can clearly hear my husband, who's also my mate! The last couple of days left, no doub
Luna's Uprising 2. The beginning of the End
….5 days earlierNever could I have imagined to feel so happy and blessed as I am in this very moment. As a rogue, the chances of being taken into a pack or let alone find a mate is nearly impossible.Yet Drake took me in, gave me protection when I needed it the most. He made me part of his pack, although we both knew I was broken goods. Did his pack accept me? Most of them weren’t happy their Alpha took in a broken rogue and even made me their Luna. I heard the talks behind my back, useless piece, a shame for our species, not even a real werewolf, unworthy. Most of them let me know I wasn’t wanted there.But I worked hard, did anything for the pack and my Alpha. Some people did acknowledge my effort. Our pack has grown to be one of the strongest and most powerful pack on this continent. Only one other pack is close to being as ruthless and powerful as ours, the arche enemy of my Alpha Drake. After Drake found me years ago, he made it to his personal mission to protect me from ever
Luna's Uprising 3. What's happening?
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Luna's Uprising 5. Gasping for air
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