Semua Bab The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 150

[Apple] As I scream and buck, my body shifts from side to side, my overly large belly swaying painfully. When did I get so big? When Sly carried me through the portal, my belly was starting to show, but it was still small and manageable. Now, not only is my belly round, but my arms and legs are swollen as I look down along the length of my body. What happened to me? What did they do to me? “Hold her still, she’s going to tear out her IV!” A wolf in a white uniform shouts as another similarly dressed person pushes me back on the bed. His arms are strong, but I fight against him, as I reach for the IVs and begin to pull. “Yes, head nurse,” someone in the background calls out as another person grabs my legs to hold me steady. “Should I contact Alpha King Sterling?" The machine beeping grows louder as my heart races. Sylvester is still alive. I need to get to him. I need to know that he's safe. "SLY!" I scream and buck. "Where's my mate? Where's Sylvester Sterling?!" "Shh, My Queen,"

[Sylvester] They don’t warn you about what it feels like to watch your mate give birth. It’s terrifying and wonderful all at once, making my stomach flip and churn like a rough sea and my heart beats like a rabbit’s who has scented a predator. “Stay with me,” Apple pleads as she grips my hand tightly. “Please.” Clasping her hand firmly in mine I nod, “Always. I’ll stay right next to you forever.” She smiles, her tear-streaked cheeks rosy with the effort of bringing our pups into the world. Sweet Goddess she is so beautiful right now. She didn’t need to ask for me to stay, it would be impossible for me to leave without leaving behinChaotd a piece of my soul. “Help her stand,” Araminta orders gently as she guides my movements. “The babies aren’t progressing. She’s stuck at 5 cm. We need to get her moving.” I pull Apple into my side, and supporting her weight against me, I help her stand on tender feet. She screams in agony as her legs wobble uselessly, as if her feet have forgo

[Calyx] [Two weeks ago] I shouldn’t feel drawn to her. I don’t believe in fate, or mates, or any of that nonsense. I wasn’t born to be a wolf. I wasn’t born to be anything but a sacrifice and a tool to be used and discarded. “That’s not true,” my progenitor says proudly, patting me on the back. “Whatever negative thing you are thinking about yourself isn’t true. Remember, you’re a part of me.” “Whatever,” I roll my eyes. Like I could ever forget that I’m nothing more than a genetically modified clone based on his DNA spliced with the best samples that the Brotherhood had to offer. Part wolf, part human, probably part witch and God knows what else. Shit, the Brotherhood has been around for over a thousand years, and because witches are so damn clever, have been playing around with our DNA long before humans even had a name for it. “Hey listen,” the proud Gamma placed a large hand on my shoulder. “You may not have been born by choice for either one of us, but that doesn’t change

[Calyx] As I fly over the desert between Moon River City and the mountains of California, I am reminded of all the hurt and pain my actions have caused when I was “too stupid to know better.” The earth is scorched. The human military got involved to protect the humans caught between the Brotherhood and Alpha King Sterling’s wolf forces. When the wolves had still been fighting one another, eliminating rogues rather than rehabilitating them, the wolves were still on the good side of President McKenna. But now she sends troops out to “keep the peace” but in reality we all know the truth. The humans are scared. No, they’re fucking terrified. The Alpha King has done something that hasn’t been seen in modern times–he’s actually unified most of the wolves under his command, including the rogues who gladly come to Moon River City for treatment and rehabilitation. In addition, he has created a welcome space for hybrids and brought the witches to the table–something that hasn’t happened in

[Araminta][50 Years Ago] The Alpha and I have been locked in battle over territory for the last two years. Every month on the new moon, when both of us are at our weakest, we meet to discuss whatever suggestions we have for peace brought to us by the heads of our people. And even though currently we are discussing what to do about the newly named “Crescent City,” we both know that what we do here will affect how other packs and covens interact in nearby towns. Our choices could change the world. Which is part of why we are having such a hard time. Last week I found a solution, hidden away in one of my great grandmother’s old books–a family album that she kept tracking our ancestral Thorpe line. The spell is what we call a “great working” a spell so big and powerful it felt more like granting a wish than casting a spell. And this one required more than the usual full coven of elders, It required a full quorum of Master Witches from around the world as well as the power of every Alp