All Chapters of Ravished By The Alphas (Reverse-Harem Paranormal Romance): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

VALERIEI searched the deserted post while Brigid used torn pieces of her skirt to stanch Lucas’s wound.It was empty of nearly everything, but a single closet with spare clothes, and a first aid kit. Luckily, there was a working bathroom with running water—though no light source besides an old lantern with only a drop or two of oil inside.I washed the blood from my body, leaving thick, tinted puddles on the floor, and dressed into the spare clothing. They were much too big on me, but I found them manageable once I rolled the sleeves up and tied a belt around my waist.When I stepped outside again, Brigid had managed to light the lantern. She had managed to get Lucas up atop a large wooden table, and she was peering down at his wound.“The bullet didn’t reach his heart,” she said. “But it’s lodged deep inside his flesh. The silver will agitate his wound and make it impossible to heal. Which means the bleeding won’t stop until we remove it.” She frowned and looked up at me, the glow o

XAVIERRalph approached from behind me, his breath a low rumble from his chest. I could hear the sweep of his tail against the forest floor.“We’re too deep into the forest,” he said. “We’re going to be nearing vampire territory soon. We should stop.”I took in the air—the sound of birds distant on the horizon. Everything felt more vivid, smelled clearer, sounded louder as a wolf. But he was right.In the distance, I could smell sour blood. A solid indication of vampire activity.“We should go back to Orheroad,” Ralph said. “We can send a troop into the forest to search for Caeser. He won’t be able to go far in the state he’s in. Not alone.”The reinforcements from the North had pinned Caesar and his men from escape. The councilmen—who had turned to wolf, despite their quick surrender. Felix lashed out—but was quickly brought to his knees by the men. Only Caesar had managed to escape—but not without a gashing wound to the belly by one of the silver weapons a Northerner had been wieldi

VALERIELucas didn’t leave my side. He insisted on accompanying me on my search for Xavier, and I couldn’t bring myself to protest. I was feeling strangely weak, and I would need help if I stumbled across any threat of attack.More importantly, I was distracted. I couldn’t reach Diya. I’d tried to contact when I woke up, but she hadn’t responded. She was still there—I could feel her. But it was almost as though she was dormant. Unable to come forward.Or maybe, it was because I couldn’t focus enough to bring her out. I felt light-headed and dizzy, and my footsteps were dragging as Lucas cut a path through the forest in front of me.I thought perhaps Diya’s cold shoulder was because of what we’d done. But if that was the case, she would have said something. I would have taken her lashings ages ago.Perhaps it was the bullet I’d taken to the leg? But I had removed it and bandaged the wound before we left. Lucas kissed me to numb the pain while I worked diligently with the tweezers Brigi

VALERIEI frowned at Diya’s uninterested response.She was angry at me—or perhaps at herself? I had expected her to speak out about Lucas during the heat of it all, but Diya hadn’t said a word. And the thought of it made me wonder…had she too, believed it was the right thing to do?I could tell that deep down, she cared about Lucas. She wouldn’t have tried so hard to save him, otherwise. She wouldn’t have risked both of our lives for a “leech” if she didn’t have some desire to protect him.Just as I was about to bite back at her, I felt Diya entire demeanor shift. She turned to ice within me, and snarled out a hostile sound.I smell vampires. I hurried out after Lucas and Xavier—who seemed to have sensed the threat as well. With everything in me, I hoped it was Brigid—that she had finally returned with the supplies she meant to retrieve.No…There was a strange smell on the air. And it wasn’t Brigid’s lovely perfume.My spine tingled. I could hear them in the bushes, encompassing our

VALERIEI’ve never flown once in my entire life. Planes and helicopters didn’t exist after the great war, and they’d only been told about in stories. I had dreamed of flying since I was a child—of soaring high above the clouds, close enough to touch the sky. I imagined it would be beautiful—wonderful.It wasn’t.At least, not on the back of a dragon.I clung on as tightly as I could to the scales of Sebastian’s skin—terrified that if I lessened my grip even slightly, I’d be thrown off. I had been holding back vomit for several minutes now, nausea twisting my guts around like a thrashing python.I was growing dizzier by the second—my mind spinning as I yearned to feel the ground beneath my feet again. This was so disorienting—so cold and uncomfortable. And to add, I had no idea how long we’d been flying for. It could have been minutes or hours. All I knew was that the sky was darkening around us—almost like we’d flown into the eye of a storm.By the time we finally landed, I could bare