Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cursed by the Moon Goddess.: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Zirah's POV The news Erica dropped on me rocked my work if I was honest, but then it answered a lot of my unspoken questions.But at least there was a bright side to it, I don't know but she managed to convince Damon or whoever was taking care of my kids when I wasn't there to let me see them more.And today, I'm sitting on the floor playing with them and reading to them their favorite book.I stopped from time to time as they babbled nonsense to me, pretending to listen as if they were asking me life-changing questions, placing my hand in my chin as if deep in thought, then replying to them with a funny motion making them squeal in laughter.A satisfied smile would come on my face every time I watched them giggle happily at every funny move or sound I make.I closed the current book in my hands, twisting around to grab the other book when the entire building shook.An explosion somewhere close by shook the building so much, I just looked in shock.Another one rang out, which startle

Zirah's POV "I'm listening." I folded my hands across my chest. She opened her mouth to speak but the microwave dinged loudly, signaling that her meal was really, and she murmured an apology before turning back to the food.She brought the roasted chicken out which smelled heavenly by the way- and stored the sauce one more time, before straining the pasta and diving it into two portions.She heaped sauce on each of them and placed two chickens on the plate before arranging them on a tray and brushing past me to the Center room.She placed it on a table and invited me to take my seat before rushing off to bring water for me and a bottle of wine for herself."Let's eat. I'm hungry!" She clapped her hands in delight and dug into the meal without waiting for me.She made several noises as she ate, moaning each time she took in another forkful of pasta."Aren't you gonna eat?" She said, looking at my door untouched plate.I picked up the fork, twirled a piece of pasta around my fork, dipp

Zirah's POV We kept on drinking, Erica more than me for some reason best known to her.She would giggle and laugh at the slightest provocation, leaning into me and whispering gibberish.She was also been flirtatious, very flirtatious.She was throwing hot, dark looks from her spot over at the bar and would make sure she brushes her body against mine at the slightest opportunity.Either she subtly caresses my foot with hers, or tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, her hand lingering on my skin or brushing her breasts against my arm.Basically, she was trying to rub herself all over me, which I didn't appreciate but unluckily for me, with each glass that she downs, she also becomes more aggressive.And I'm in no position to fight her off.She was currently leaning on my shoulder, her cheeks pressed against my arm, her mouth expelling warm puffs of air on my neck.I squirmed on the bar stool, trying to push her off but she just snuggled in closer, her eyes half-closed.She brough

Zirah's POV My feet hit on a stone causing me to stumble and almost lose hold on the stroller, but luckily I managed to grab it at the last minute.I kept on running until I saw a light at the end of the hallway and I pumped my legs faster, trying to also keep an even pace not to jostle the children too much.As soon as I came out, I had to dodge as quick as I could to the other side 'cause a man was thrown in the same direction, the same spot I was in moments earlier.I looked at him and found out that he had broken his neck in the fall and he was dead.I whimpered and dragged the stroller close to me, ducking and walking as fast as I could so those men wouldn't notice me and engage me.It was utter chaos out here, some people were running helter-skelter while some had changed to their wolf forms fighting men garbed in the same type of uniform that man that had attacked us on our way to the bunker wore.In fact, the more I looked, the more I saw them everywhere.They were taking peo

Damon's POV IT ALL started with the letter.After I'd sent Zirah away and was tired of the incessant meetings, I was outside sipping my scotch trying to blot away the ever-present image of Helen's dead body when I got it.I'd just been debating on how it seemed like Tristan had disappeared off the face of the earth, every effort expended to find him was futile neither was he picking up my calls.I got that he didn't agree with what I did and was frustrated with me, but he was my brother, who shouldn't have abandoned me when I needed him the most.Nevertheless, I would shrug off his betrayal and show him that I could be a stronger and better Alpha without him.I was done with my late evening walk and was about to walk into the house when I saw the piece of paper fluttering on the wide steps of the back porch.The paper which turns out to actually be a letter was held down by a rock.I looked around the area, not hearing or seeing anyone, and approached cautiously to pick up the paper