Lahat ng Kabanata ng Protected by the Moon Goddess: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Dog calmed down considerably, his breathing becoming steady again. He has walked over to me and is possessively dusting the debris from my body. The old house groans and creaks around us. A board released from the fight spontaneously hits the ground.“We can talk,” Dog says to Truk, “but not here. This house is unstable. Let's go outside." Truk nods.But I'm not ready to leave yet.First, I sift through the rubble and pick up my fallen knife, which I place back in its secret sheath in my boot. Then I find the gun. Even though it's out of ammo, I want to hold it. If nothing else, I can at least use it as a deterrent, although that trick clearly didn't work very well with Truk.After grabbing my gear, I head back to the stairs."Where are you going?" the two Alphas ask in unison, before looking at each other in irritation."To get the rest of my damn clothes."***Outside in the clearing, the air is warm, and the rays of the mid-morning sun are illuminating the pollen particles drifting

I press my face into her palms and drink. The water is cool and clean on my lips and tongue, purer than anything I've tasted in my life. I swallow it all down and lift my head panting.“Want more, little one?” he purrs softly.I nod, blushing at his endearment.Dog smiles and strokes my cheek. He walks to the edge to collect more rain. As he does so, a man-shaped shadow appears in the distance. We both tense up, but immediately relax when we realize it's just Truk returning from his hunt with a pair of wild hares slung over his shoulder.He steps out of the rain and into the circle of firelight before shaking the water off his body like a wet dog. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my amusement at the sight.But something about his animalistic nature also makes me hot, and another painful pulse of desire courses through my body, tightening my sex.I bite back a groan. I need to control myself in front of these men.After shivering, Truk stands erect, twisting his hips and stretching

KANEThe omega's ecstatic sounds split the night, her high-pitched voice cutting through the white noise of the rain. Their screams are high-pitched and desperate, easily mistaken for screams of pain.But I know better than that.I perch on the edge of the collapsed overpass, hunched over and silent in the dark rain like one of the stone demons that haunt the ancient temples in our crumbling city. From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy.But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet.She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas.I hate strangers.I kill Outsiders.Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare.But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight.Crawling slo

DOGWell, here we are. Another day, another Alpha.I do not like this.The thing is, my attitude towards Truk is changing. Yesterday, I was wary of him, but last night he proved he's willing to fight by my side to protect our omega.Our omega.We share it now, and we share the responsibility for its safety.Truk is reliable. Your primitive mind is too simple for duplicities and schemes. If he was planning to betray us, I would have found out by now.The new Alpha, Kane, however, is an entirely different story.He's up to something. I can smell it on him. He is leading us into a trap.About a mile outside the city's perimeter, Kane leads us down a hillside. At the top of the rise was a small building. Now all that's left are two broken rock concrete walls meeting at right angles, their collapsed tops sloping to the ground in jagged lines. A small rectangular window is installed in one wall.Kane stops beside the decrepit wall. Propping his body against the cracked concrete, he looks to

When my senses finally return, everything is in commotion. The alphas are snarling. The omega is making a sound that could be crying. She's on her feet now, the supple curve of her spine pressed against my forehead.And as for me, I'm not making a sound.My teeth are locked on the gentle slope where the omega's neck meets his shoulder. My sharp canine fangs pierced her skin. The coppery taste of blood warms my tongue.With a grunt, I step back and stare in horror at the mark I've made in her flesh.What did I do?I tagged her.I tagged an Outsider.Source forgive me.Downstairs, my cock gushes a few residual strings into the grass as my balls finally run out of their payload. The muscles in my legs are numb and weak. I fall backward to the floor, grabbing the omega, dragging her back with me so that she ends up lying on top of me. "Dog!" she pants. "Now!"Exactly as I thought. Their plan all along was to weaken me so they could attack. I only have myself to blame for this.As the Farl