Todos los capítulos de Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Seraphina I followed him through the brush, my bare feet sinking into the cold, thick mud. The forest was a wall of black, tangled branches that seemed to reach out for me. Xandriel never let me past the perimeter of the camp. I was a bird in a cage, and the cage was small. Now, the world felt too big, too dark, and far too quiet.A black Audi waited on the shoulder of the highway. It looked like a predator crouching in the shadows, all dark glass and gleaming chrome. Hayes opened the back door, and I slid in, keeping my back pressed against the cold leather of the far side.Alexander climbed in after me. He didn't try to close the gap. He sat on the other side of the bench, but his presence filled the entire car. He was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at. His jaw was sharp, his hair cut tight, and gold rings glinted in his ears. Tattoos spiraled down his thick arms, intricate patterns that disappeared under his sleeves.He growled low in his throat, a vibration I felt in my own

SeraphinaI paced my room while the first light of morning cut through the curtains. Alexander hadn't been back since he stormed out. Curiosity is a dangerous thing, but it pulled at me until I found myself sneaking toward the top floor.His door was ajar. I pushed it open just enough to see him. He was sprawled across the bed, one arm tucked under his pillow, his face turned to the side. The sheet was low on his hips, leaving the heavy ink of his tattoos exposed against his skin. He looked peaceful. Almost beautiful.Xandriel was a beast who needed sex to stay sane. I figured Alexander was the same. Alphas always had a string of women waiting for them. I stood there, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, wondering if I could use his trust to find a way out of this gilded cage.I backed away and closed the door softly. I’d rather starve than let myself feel anything for him. He was just another man who thought he owned me.The mansion was deathly quiet. At Xandriel's, the nig

SeraphinaI felt the air in the room change before the men even spoke. Alexander went stiff beside me. His hand, which had been warm on mine just a second ago, turned into a fist.“Yoohoo! Alexander boy, long time no see.”Three shadows fell over our table. They didn't wait for an invite. They just dragged chairs over and sat, surrounding us like wolves circling a kill. I stared at the white tablecloth, my pulse jumping in my throat. I didn’t need to see their faces to know they were dangerous. The air around them smelled like old tobacco and cold sweat."Alexander, boy. Haven't seen you here in weeks," the biggest one said. He slapped Alexander on the back with a heavy thud. It wasn't a friendly gesture. It was a test of strength."I had no reason to be here," Alexander said. His voice was a flat, icy calm. He didn't look at the man. He kept his eyes on me, a silent warning flickering in his gaze. He wanted me to stay still."Why are you here on a Saturday night with nothing better to

SeraphinaXandriel stands over me, his presence heavy and suffocating. I can’t stop the tremor in my knees. He watches my face with a slow, dark grin that doesn't reach his eyes. He drinks in my terror like it’s the finest wine."I thought I told you," he says. His voice is a low blade, slicing through the silence.I flinch. My heart hammers against my ribs so hard it hurts. He tilts his head, studying the way I shake."Wait for me to start eating before you do. This is my house."He moves fast. Before I can blink, his hand is around my throat. He doesn't just hold me. He squeezes. I gasp, my hands clawing at his thick wrist, but it’s like trying to move stone. My toes barely touch the floor."Yes, sir. I’m sorry," I choke out. The words are mangled and weak.I try to go still. I know the game. If I struggle, he gets harder. If I cry, he stays longer. I try to lock my fear away, but he sees right through the cracks."Actually, you aren’t sorry," he says. He leans in close, his scent of

Seraphina "Let’s just get it done. It will be fun. Alexander has meetings all night, so we can hit the mall and grab dinner. I know a killer sushi spot." Margo flashed a grin that was almost too bright to handle."Sure," I whispered. My pulse was already starting to throb in my throat. The thought of a crowd made my skin itch. After those strangers tried to grab me the other night, open spaces felt like death traps. I wanted to be brave, but inside, I was a mess of jagged nerves.I had never been to a mall. In my old pack, the girls whispered about them like they were holy ground. They talked about the lights and the freedom. Xandriel never let me go. He kept me on a short leash, a prisoner in a gilded cage. To him, I wasn't a girl who needed clothes. I was an object he didn't want anyone else to touch.As we drove, the hum of the tires on the asphalt was the only thing stopping me from screaming. Alexander’s house felt safe, but the mall felt like a hunting ground. Xandriel’s men cou