Semua Bab The Luna's Choice: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Ethan's office was painted in muted gold by the first rays of dawn as they slanted through the small windows. Low murmurs, the scrape of feet on the wooden flooring, and the odd clink of metal as soldiers armed themselves roused the packhouse outside. I hadn't slept. I could always see shadows moving at the tree line when I closed my eyes. I clutched the little knife Ethan had given me like a lifeline, and every time I moved, my palm touched it. With large shoulders that were tense and eyes that could cut through glass, Ethan came out of the strategy room like a hurricane confined within a human body. "Up," he said in a quiet voice. I sat cross-legged in my chair and raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, Alpha, to you as well." I felt the heat of his presence as he moved closer, ignoring my sarcasm. "You're working out prior to breakfast." I gave a snort. "Because the rogue problem will be solved by stabbing air?" He fixed his unwavering eyes on mine. "Because you won't merely be piercing

A whirl of thumping feet and chilly, moist air tore at my lungs as I ran back to the packhouse. My heart was still pounding by the time we bounded through the doors, not just from the altercation but also from the piercing, cunning, and more than a little angry expression in Ethan's eyes. It was not until we arrived at his office that he slowed down. In the heavy, heated silence, Merrick left the two of us alone while he went off to gather additional fighters. Ethan murmured, "You disobeyed me," in a low voice that was close enough to make my skin prickle but not quite a growl. I threw my harness on the desk after ripping it off. "I remained with you. I got into a fight with you. It's what you desired. "I wanted you to avoid putting yourself in a situation where you could have been gutted," he said, taking a step closer. My chest began to heat up, not just from rage. "What else, Alpha? Hold me captive until the end of the war? You knew that I wasn't that before you mated with me. The

Under me, the floor was radiating heat, as if the structure itself was feeling Ethan's rage. The searing that seeped into my flesh as my palms rubbed against it served as a reminder that I was in the lion's den, with the lion pacing directly in front of me. Ethan's shadow hung over my field of vision. Like a guy trying desperately to keep his composure, his breathing was erratic and deep in his chest. However, I could tell he was already passed that point by his fragrance, which was strong, dominating, and packed with unresolved aggression. His voice was a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine as he said, "Get up, Mabella." I remained motionless. This time, it was because my legs felt boneless, not because I was defiant. The rush of adrenaline hit me hard. An Alpha had heard me mouth off. Once more. Additionally, this Alpha was my partner. "Get up," I said. I was only a few inches away when his boots halted. Despite the fact that every nerve in my body was screaming, I whispered,

Every moment I was at the office made it feel smaller. I was only reminded that the world was still turning and that fights were still being fought without me by the faint murmur of voices and activity in the packhouse beyond the door. I was told to keep put by Ethan. However, Ethan also believed that if I told me something, I would follow through on it. which was untrue, as history had shown. Leaning on his desk, I gazed at the map that was affixed to the wall. My gaze kept returning to the south boundary, where the red marker indicated the attack spot. The description the rogue had provided a tall, dark-haired she-wolf who paid them in gold was all I could think about. Selene Davor was the only name that kept circling like a vulture in my mind. Before I arrived, she had been a member of Ethan's pack for years until she departed, supposedly of her own volition. Tall, deadly, and driven... as well as having a personal grudge against every lady who attracted Ethan's interest. She and I

Thunder was still rumbling in Ethan's office even though the storm outside had long since gone. His hold on my wrist was as firm as iron chains, but it didn't cause any bruises. The packhouse was out of sight as the door closed behind us, leaving just him, me, and the heat from our impact. My back struck his desk's edge. As he bent over me, his eyes blazing and his chest heaving as if he had wrestled that same night, the polished wood sank into my back. With a low, menacing voice, he replied, "You don't get to disappear on me." Despite the fact that my pulse was a rogue drum, I raised my chin and refused to back down. "I didn't vanish. I turned to leave. There is a distinction. "Wwalked off?" He laughed bitterly and sharply. "Mabella, don't leave me alone. Not from your friend. Not from your Alpha. He didn't mean for the words to cut so deeply. My friend. My Alpha. My neck was encircled by two chains that pulled in opposing directions. "You think I'll bend if you throw titles at me?"