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TWENTY TWO

Author: Joy Teo
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-28 07:25:37
ALAYNA’s POV

I wake to the gentle rays of the morning sun brushing against my skin. My body aches, my muscles sore and my skin feels raw and bruised even beneath the silken blanket covering my…..oh.

My naked body.

I immediately shoot up from the pillows, my face burning as I clutch the blanket up to my chest.

“Good morning.”

My head shoots to the side and I find myself staring at Ezra. He sits fully clothed, his chin resting on a hand propped up by the arm of his chair. His hair is still damp, he must have just taken a shower.

Subconsciously, I run my fingers lightly over the soft spot between my neck and shoulder, feeling the indents of a mark left by –

“Me. You belong only to me, Alayna.” Ezra tilts his head and lifts one side of his lips in a knowing smile.

My breath hitches I quickly let go of my shoulder to tighten my grip on the blanket, knowing all too well how hard my nipples have become under the silken fabric.

And before I know it, he leans forward, bracing himself
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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY EIGHT

    ALAYNA’s POVDrake crashes through the double doors, blood dripping from his side and disappears into the night.“No…Drake!” I lunge after him but I barely get a step before I am forcefully yanked backwards.Ezra’s arms lock around me like steel and my bare feet skid across the polished marble floor of the grand lobby. The scent of smoke, blood and ruin clings to everything. I thrash wildly, fists hammering into his chest.“Let me go! He’s hurt, he needs me!”Ezra does not say a word. He just holds on. And as he does, I see Drake, the man who swore he would never leave me, never hurt me, abandon me without looking back.No….don’t leave me. You said you wouldn’t.Something inside me shatters.As a draft stirs the broken glass on the floor, I twist violently in Ezra’s grip and my bare feet slip on a shard. Pain twists in

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY SIX

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY FIVE

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY FOUR

    ALAYNA’s POV “Wait!” The word shreds its way out of my throat and Wanda’s hand halts mid-air, the syringe hovering inches from my arm. Then, I sneeze. ACHOO! It explodes from me. My body jerks forward, my shoulder crashing lightly into the tray stand and droplets spray onto my mother’s face. They say time slows down when something important happens. It truly does. Wanda’s eyes go wide from the sudden onslaught of aerosol burst. Her face twists in disgust, her fingers twitch and the syringe slips from her grip, spiralling in the air before it crashes to the floor with a crisp, metallic ting. The sound lingers in the air, ringing like a struck bell, shrill and damning. Wanda’s face hardens, her lips press into a tight line, her nostrils flare and her painted eyes narrow into cold slits. “Brilliant,” she snaps, furious. Mira rushes forward to pick up the syringe but Wanda waves her off with a sharp gesture. “Forget it. Once it touches the floor, it’s contaminated.” She mutters

  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY THREE

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY TWO

    COLIN’s POVBy the time I reach the Southlands, I am half-dead, sunburned and convinced I have sand in places sand should never be.Damn it. I stop and slap the grit off my ripped-up pants, taking the chance to give my balls a good scratch. They have been itching like hell, probably a truckload full of sand by now.The outpost stretches before me, a stubborn cluster of buildings clinging to life against the cracked, endless earth. The sky burns low like an angry orange overhead, casting everything in a feverish glow. Dust winds scrape along the ground, dragging tumbleweeds past my ankles.It looks like the kind of place where fights break out before noon and nothing good grows.Perfect.What did Ezra see in the Southlands anyway? He could have conquered the East, he could have conquered the West but nooo, he had to choose the Southlands where the rogues like to play.I drag my sorry, barefoot self

  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY ONE

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