Semua Bab The Legacy of the Alpha King: Sins of the Father: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Libby POV My body is preparing to block her, the training Reuben and Pierce have given me falling into place. Like second nature. But Annabel stops, freezes in fact. Her body is immobile yet her eyes are wide in sheer terrified panic. For a single second I’m confused as to how so much anger can make a person stiffen on the spot. Then I see him, the predator prowling towards his victim, towards his prey. I’ve never seen this side of Pierce, never seen the true alpha trait that he embodies, that he seems to keep satiated when I’m in his presence. This version of him, which was pure predator, made my blood run cold. “You would dare strike your own Luna?” His voice is demonic as his green eyes bleed out into a dark forest green, almost black. Gone is that pearly white smile, instead fangs of a hunter are flashed at Annabel. Somehow he has immbolised her, prevented her from moving. His alpha aura completely controlling her…she was a puppet and he the puppeteer that controlled the

Pierce POV Her temperature keeps spiking, her body burning off the reminders of the drug within her system…years of the poison having coursed through her veins. Now fighting against her wolf, trying to take back control. When I think I have tackled her fever with a cold damp washcloth, it peaks again…the sweat pouring off her has soaked through to the bedsheets. Scrambled, incoherent words escape her lips before nightmares return to her, her hands clawing at the wet bed sheets as I repeatedly try to calm her whilst she remains unconscious, giving soothing words into her ear. I haven’t left her side for 36 hours, my own body was ravenous yet I didn’t dare leave her and I didn’t want any house staff seeing their luna like this. She will come out the other side, but she has had to suffer and at least I can make sure she does it in private. Yet not alone, never alone. Her heart rate starts to level out, her breathing calming as the last of the wolfsbane that has been fed to her d

Pierce POV Three days have passed since I forced Libby to go cold turkey. She hasn’t left the house yet, and neither have I. Beta Dane visits us regularly, giving me daily reports on the pack. I had discharged Annabel from the pack’s cells, but crimes against my luna would not be forgotten or forgiven. She was on thin ice, one wrong move and I will end her. My wolf’s hearing was glued to Libby’s heart rate at all times, any change and I knew I needed to take her mind off the cravings. Give her food, give her fluids, take her mind off what she is craving, what her body is actually needing. As Dane reads out the night time report, her finger excessively taps on the arm chair, her breathing quickening…both Dane and me notice it, both our eyes watch her carefully. She stands up, wrapping the long cardigan tightly around her as she moves towards the kitchen. I go to follow her until she reprimands me from out of sight, saying she was making herself some bread and milk. I need to le

Libby POV “I feel like training today, maybe even shifting for the first time.” I say out loud as I reach for the glass of orange juice in front of me and take a sip. Unresponsive, my eyes glance up to Pierce who is frozen…his spoon of porridge floating just below his lips. “Are you okay?” I look at him with concern, he had been acting strange all morning. From the moment I woke up in fact. He’s been my shadow, watching me at every opportunity, even following me into the bathroom until I pushed him back out and locked the door. A shower….fine, I have no issues with him watching, but I wasn’t going to shower. “Are you sure you are feeling up to it?” “Yes, I feel great this morning. I must have really needed that good night sleep.” It’s the complete truth, I did feel great this morning. Like a new me, refreshed and eager to start the day. He places his spoon back down, his eyes blinking at speed as he looks at me in bewilderment. Am I missing something, he’s been in a strange mood

Pierce POV “Pierce, Pierce!” Libby’s screams wake me, her cries sending a bolt of fear right through me. Were we under attack…why else would she be screaming. As soon as my eyes are open she’s flung herself on to the bed, and on top of me. Not only sending me into a blind panic but also kneeing my manhood. “I heard her.” She squeals out with excitement. The relief I feel with her tone of voice that we in fact aren’t under attack, doesn’t last long and turns into pain when I realise where exactly she landed. “You heard who?” I role onto my side trying to swallow down the nausea from the pain in my nuts. They were already swollen…now they will be even more so. “My wolf, in the kitchen…well not in the kitchen. In my head whilst I was in the kitchen.” I can’t see, the pain has blinded me. Oh goddess, will they ever feel normal again. “What were you doing in the kitchen?” I cough out. “Making breakfast in bed, for you.” Her words cause my coughing to stop and I take her in for th