You Promised Me, Alpha! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Again Louise's POV Zalev is the perfect mate. Every day he comes to the cave and has lunch with me. We talk about all kinds of things, except the future. He told me he is originally from Blue Moon, a pack near Georgia. The Alpha of the rogues, whose name I now know is Alvarez, was the Alpha's second son. His brother, the first son, was such a weak leader. To save the pack from ruin, Alvarez wanted to succeed his father, but the latter refused. Alpha Alvarez then challenged his father but lost the fight. Normally the Winner should kill his opponent, but the man could not find it in his heart to kill his own blood. So he banished Alvarez, who chose to go rogue. Being Alvarez's best friend, he decided to go along and leave his parents safely behind in Blue Blood. Despite this sad story, Zalev is relaxed. He has a great sense of humor, often teasing me and putting a smile on my face. Then I can relax and t

Loriann’s POV still "Xanna". On hearing her name, she stands still and turns towards me. At first, she does not recognize me and stares at me in astonishment for a few seconds. But then recognition comes and a broad smile kept her lips. "If it isn't Loriann," she jokes. "What are you doing so far from the pack? I was expecting to see you in the library". But then she notices my face is tight and my eyes burn a bright fire. "Is something wrong?" she asks uncertainly now. I pull an arrow from my back pocket, cock the bow and point at her. Xanna flinches and takes a step to the side, out of the arrow's range. I aim and let go. And when Xanna turns to see the result, her eyes go wide. The arrow pierces a small woodland grape into the trunk of a tree. It was shot with exact precision, even the witch has to acknowledge that. Her mouth falls open and she stares at me feral. Our eyes lock for a few seconds, before her face drops.

Still Meg's POV The men burst into laughter. "Meg, I would almost think you have found your fated mate," yawns Romero. "But allow me to remind you that you are only eighteen and will have to wait three more years?" And again, they roar with laughter. Dazed, I look at them, the scent still lingering in my head. My mate? Indeed, I am not yet the right age to detect him. But then what was this heavenly scent that compels me to look for him? I can barely contain myself, Marty, my wolf is starting to get restless. "If it is a powerful Alpha who has been begging the Moon Goddess for his mate for years, it could well be that you are scenting him right now. It is his wolf calling desperately for his mate within the radiation of the Alpha's power. Eighteen is already mature, he may already be claiming you. But it is still up to your Alpha to decide if you can go with him". Stunned, the three of us stared in the same direction

Still Louise's POV Describing my feelings for Loriann is difficult at the moment. A hatred burns within me so intensely that it could consume me at any moment. The images from a few days ago, from the moment I regained consciousness, replay in front of me. Some stinking, grinning rogues bent over me, saliva dripping from their mouths as they stared at me with big, covetous eyes. They had removed the arrows from my body and applied herbal medicine to my wounds, which they clean up twice a day. But it was their words that struck me to my soul. They made me out to be anything dirty and promised to feast on my body before the Alpha returned from a mission. Then they would kill me and bury me somewhere near the border of Eclipse Howl, close to my pack. And the second day, when the wounds were fully healed thanks to my wolf, they did not let a moment pass. The humiliation and pain I felt from the torture is indescribable.

Still Alpha Alvarez's POV It's Full Moon. The werewolves in the various packs go mad, this is the season when they honor the Moon Goddess. Unmated wolves go looking for their mate and the mated ones get adrift to mate, wanting to sire as many pups as possible to continue their bloodline. Most of the activity takes place at night when the moon is at its fullest in the sky. From the hilltop I watch the sky impatiently, can't wait for the time when Eclipse Moon's pack run starts. Meg, my mate! I have to find her scent among the hundreds of raging werewolves, and I bet you I will. She is like a fresh sea of flowers, with the magnolia standing out. But there is something else about her scent that makes me wary. It looks like my mate is not yet of age, she is under twenty-one. I chuckle, knowing exactly what is going on. My intense desire for her has added a stronger element to my scent, one that she cannot ignore despite her y