บททั้งหมดของ The Lost Luna of Two Alphas : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

A compelling urge grew within her to go back to the club, just to check on him, to know if he is safe and well for them to go back home together. What's the need to being safe when she can't survive barely a minute without him by her side. His presence has become something she craves, it was like oxygen, she needed his presence to fill her up, to make her alive. She hugged his leather jacket wrapped around her, it smelt like him, woodsy spicy scent intoxicated in her system. She was a willing addict to his scent. It gave her the sense of his presence. Rising to her feet, she bothered not about the dirt pasted to her buttock, and started her journey back to the clubhouse. * The powerful sirens echoed through the dark empty abyss of night surrounding the club area, the headlights from the vehicles were the only source of light in the area. Selena followed it, hiding her face from the blinding light, she hugged the jacket around her as a reflex to comfort herself. She was about to

“Bitch. I would kill that woman.“ Jack cursed, sauntering forward with an obvious limp due to the hard kick she gave to his member.He felt his rage swelling, Brutus was already after her he would in no bit catch up with her. She can run all day but can't hide forever. She tried severing the only thing that would bring him pure pleasure. By claiming Xander's woman and using her like she wasn't worth anything then he has truly won.With Xander dead, his woman his sex slave what else does he need in life to be happy?Soon he will catch up with her, she would go back to nurturing the organ she tried to sever and reconcile with her fate that she would be serving him with her body for the rest of her life.“We need to leave Xander.“ Lena's eyes returned to being filled with fear and dread. Xander let his eyes roam her body. Her burst lips, the imprinted fingers on her cheeks, obviously from a slap. Her torn dress, broken skin from obvious rough handling and her eyes… They reflected the ho

“Xander!“ A shrill familiar scream reached his ears. Fumes of flames engulfed the living room, the burning heat drying up whatever sweat drops tried to form on his skin. There was only one passageway with less fire in the house. He can go through there.“Hey. It's fine. I am coming.“ Uncertainty clogged his voice. It was most definitely not fine. He felt pressure building inside of him to make it in time and save her. It was enough to crush him from within but he needed to have some composure. If they can both make it alive it would be a miracle. He reached for a blanket strewn on the floor and wrapped himself with it to provide little protection before sauntering through the flames of hell tearing down every part of his home. “Xander… I am starting to burn. I can't breathe.“ Her voice became faint, almost inaudible to hear. His heart raced for the first time in fear of what can happen. He prays no harm comes to her. He would personally kill Estoc, his blood boiled hotter than the

The stillness that hovered over the stream calmed her down. She walked further from the house, hiding her fingers in the hoodie pockets that seemed to weigh on her, it had the familiar scent of someone. Someone she would rather not think of. A heavy hoodie, thick boots and a pair of pants were what she needed for this unsavoury winter weather. Xander wouldn't approve of her going this far away from the house but to hell with him, she twitched her lips in annoyance. She tried her best to avoid him and most often he goes out in the early hours of the money and comes back late in the afternoon, she pretended she was asleep and oblivious that he often comes to her room late at night to draw the duvet over her. One thing she misses though was his cooking, she had to deal with her terrible cooking and terrible minor burns. It was quite odd she had no innate knowledge about the kitchen. The whole concept of cooking and preparing food was kind of new. Like she forgot how to do that as we

Lena peeled of her wet dripping boot and stepped into the flops by the side of the door. She trembled badly, her legs unable to stand or move properly, the cold seeped into her bones making her almost stiff. Xander passed a brief concerned glance at her before trudging to the hallway that led to his room. Lena followed, the need to peel off her wet trousers pressing, she needed drier clothes to at least warm herself up. She found a jogger pants and a matching hoodie, it looked bigger than her size she already guessed who it belongs to. Xander's sister definitely shares his wardrobe with him. Wearing it over her head, she welcomed the familiar cologne that hit her nostril, his spicy male scent. She felt slightly warmed by the change into drier clothes, her hair still damp and tangled into little threadlike forms falling down her back. It felt depressing in her room, so she decided to step out into the living room and see if she can shake the cold off her body. Shivering between st