บททั้งหมดของ The Luna's Possessive Alpha: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ He stands at the end of the pathway underneath a beautiful glass arch I’ve been apprised came into existence for the purpose of the wedding. I heave a sigh of despair, letting my shoulders sag, but straighten up when I remember I’m not alone behind the wooden barricade, demarcating the pavement from the carpeted pathway.Beside me, Maggie smiles encouragingly, then, as if on the voicing of an afterthought, gives me a huge hug. I hug her back just as tightly despite my initial surprise. “Thank you,” my whisper widens her lips in a generous smile, and I nod at her, the corners of my eyes crinkling before turning back to embark on my journey.A new sense of warmth fills me as soon as the fresh air hits me in the face. Assorted scents of flowers, herbs and spices follow just as swiftly, assaulting my nostrils, and I welcome them by breathing through my nose and a bit through my mouth. Soon, my senses are bombarded, and it feels like my brain is lagging due to sensory

☽☽☽ MIKAEL'S POV ☾☾☾ "Yes," I wave at Joma's still form curved over the Luna. She did not need to ask my blessings before tending to Saskia. Kite, on the other hand, must as she's a wolf. And though we're married, Saskia has not officially become my Luna before my pack. "Check if it is alright to move her. It's not too cold here, but I'd prefer if she was sheltered." "Why, aren't you caring, Alpha Mikael? Did not know your heart of steel was actually cushioned with flesh." "Keep moving." I bare my teeth at her, attempting to be threatening by revealing my canines. She grins in return, likely as she's aware I'd not strike or lay a hand on her for an indiscretion so simple, and I think of severing her pay for a week. I'm a good deal certain my pack is the only one where the wolf doctor is paid for her services. Yet, she wields every chance she gets to take a dig at me with ferocity. "I am moving, Alpha." She asserts, springing up the stairs onto the stage. The direction of her foo

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽"You know what? I take that back." I roll my eyes as I sit up straight. After a short rest from the energy it took to pull myself up, I test my body to check if any bone is sprained or twisted. There seems to be none, and while I verify, I turn my gaze around to identify where I am.Maggie helped me with my dress here. Everything is exactly as it was then. Casting a look through the window, I take note of the beautiful arch me and Mikael had stood underneath along with Jerald. The sun's light glints and reflects off the bluish glass, burnishing it exquisitely. The resulting view is so captivating that it could be from a fairytale. Metres away from it, I catch sight of the gigantic bonfire as well. A few wolves are seated around it, no doubt waiting for the rest of the ceremony to progress after I come to.Crystal follows the direction of my focused attention before she speaks. "I'm sure everything is in place. I met the witch taking care of you, and she made sure

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Alpha Connor must be as perplexed as I am since he replies, "That she was. But what meaning does that bear in this case?" "She was knocked unconscious by the Bloodroot plant, wasn't she?" "Yes?" "Then the only logic sensible is that your daughter is a witch." "What?" Someone yells, and it's not until the two Alphas are looming over me that I understand it was me. "Saskia. You're okay. Thank goodness." My father hugs me, and I let him have his moment before drawing away. "What do you mean by that? I am not a witch." Mikael disregards my query and poses his. "How long have you been here?" "Long enough to hear you call me a witch." "Yes. I'd have to agree with Saskia." My father cuts in. "She has no magical skills or abilities whatsoever. She's been human all her life." "Thanks a lot, Alpha. That most certainly did not sound depreciating at all." I glare at the Alpha, who looks offbeat, all formal in a black tuxedo. I'm not used to seeing him this dresse

☽☽☽ MIKAEL'S POV ☾☾☾ With a shake of my head, I make for the little gathering. I've been generous, permitting them to host the many conversations they want without disturbance. I need Saskia with the most resourceful person I associate with my utmost trust in the pack: Maggie. Margaret has served me for years. When no one was by me, she'd patiently stood by and believed I would come together in the end despite my spiralling down into a void. Never did she doubt my capability. As so, she's my right-hand woman. Always has been. Always will be unless she or her loyalty changes. Remarking that night is fast falling, I halt in my tracks. With a hand-flick, I beckon on Serenge, a floater guard stationed about the stage. "You called, Alpha?" She bows, and I wave her to ease. Her right hand cradles her side, and I acknowledge the presence of her arms. Though she poses no threat to me, pointing out one's weapon or somehow placing it in sight is respectful when speaking to an Alpha. It com