Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Of Valmore: His Fight For His Luna And Heir: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

~Alana~ “Water! Hurry and bring more water!” From a distance, Alana could hear a woman, demanding more bottles of water. “Yes, mother of all.” “Dean, what’s taking that water so long? Where is that water?” “Coming, mother of all!” Alric was probably the strongest creature Alana had ever met. Right after she had an emotional breakdown, he lifted her with one arm, her torso pressed on his right shoulder, and to his left, he circled Kai with his other arm. She tried to reason with Alric, asking him to put her down, but he just would not allow it. He did not seem to want others to touch both her and Kai.  Whatever gathering that transpired inside the ring concluded, and Alana and Kai were now rushed into one section of the arena where many of the prominent-looking individuals had earlier sat.  “Daddy, I'm thirsty,” Kai revealed, his tongue attempting to add moisture to his lips.  Alana had already set

Alana~  ‘Here he goes again,’ Alana thought. Alric was sniffing her madly. He was especially breathing against her neck that it sent butterflies to her stomach.  “I’m glad you and Kai are safe. I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to you,” he said while his arms secured her tightly.  Alana was trying her very best to control her wild heart. She was taking deep breaths while she remained silent in Alric’s lap. Eventually, Alric’s large hand crawled to the back of her neck. He urged her to look at him and he demanded, “Fucking kiss me, Alana… or I’ll throw a fit.” “Well.” She gulped and said, “Since you put it that way, I guess I don’t have a choice.” She saw how the corner of his lips curled up. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and in no time, their lips met.  “Mmmm,” she moaned into his mouth as Alric forced her lips open with his tongue.  The way he kissed her wi

~Alana~ “Alric?” Alana softly said, walking with Kai down the stairs.  “What do you mean Akisha is dead? How is that possible, Drake?” Alana could hear Alric’s voice clearly from where they were, but the man was nowhere to be found. Nor was there a sight of Drake.  After arriving at the foot of the stairs, she followed the voice, which led to another hallway. The closer she got, the clearer their exchange became.  “It was like they knew we were coming, Alpha Alric. Whoever was responsible for this clearly did not want Akisha to speak,” she heard another man say, whom she believed was Drake.  “It has to be your uncle, Alric,” she heard Dean's voice.  “Mommy? You can hear them too?” Alana glanced down at Kai and she acknowledged.  “Alric?” She called, her voice a notch higher.  It did not take long for her to hear the doors toward the end of the hallway open, and Alric stepped out, alrea

~Alric~ “I did not taste or sense the wolfsbane on the lasagna, given by Alana's neighbor. His name was Aiden, Alpha Alric,” Max said and with a look of regret, he turned to Alana, reporting, “I’m sorry, Alana, but your friend did not make it.” “Whoever took you, made sure that Aiden paid the price trying to stop them from taking you.” Max swallowed air down his throat before narrating, “When he realized that those who gave him the wolfsbane potion were after Alana and Kai, he fought back.” Shaking his head, he added, “Poor guy had no chance.” “I’m really sorry, Alana. I was too weak because of the wolfsbane in my system. All I could do was watch as they tied me down.” He sighed and resumed, “They even had raw wolfsbane tied around me.” "I could not even see their faces because they had bonnets on, but I am sure they were werewolves," Max included.  Everyone was inside Alric’s study. Dean, Alana, Max, Rex, Ace, and Drake. They wer

~Author’s Narration~ South to the Port of Valmore, hidden by rows of mountains and intermittent thick mists, a region that held previous glory and prosperity was slowly deteriorating. Few neighborhoods within the territory were abandoned or impaired. A good portion of its lands reeked of death as constant revolt threaten its prevailing rule.  Only the center of its trade remained vibrant and opulent, where the richest grew richer and the powerful continued to become impenetrable.  At the heart of the city, a mansion stood at one of its peaks. Towering gates surround the grandiose home, metal grills that protect it, may very well reach the heavens.  Inside the mansion walls, a man with white hair was standing without his shirt, staring at a mirror - a mirror so cherished, the same man had it imprisoned with golden frames.  The man was letting out low growls, his fangs lengthening as his hand stretched to his own reflection.