Semua Bab The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Bab 151 - Bab 160

[Araminta]  Once they recognize who they are facing, the rest of the young wolves scatter as if they had just been confronted with the scariest monster from their childhood nightmares. And I guess, in many ways, that’s exactly what they’re facing.  Channing is an impressive sight. At almost 6’5” tall with broad shoulders and muscles honed in battle, even in civilian clothes he cuts an impressive figure.  “I’m sorry about them,” he apologizes, removing a red silk handkerchief from his breast pocket. “Pups these days have no manners.” 

[Araminta] [Today] The streets are silent tonight in Crescent City. It’s a marvel that this place, this vision of Channing and his twin of a metropolis for the children of the moon nestled along the bay, is still standing. After the witches left with the formation of Haven it boomed, yes, but it had forgotten how to bloom. And now, what was left, is starting to crumble into ruin. First the rogues, drugged and deranged, ravaged the town, infecting the innocent too poor or too slow to escape. Then the humans came, and began sweeping the survivors off the street, processing them into those death camps. Now that the wolves are starting to fight back, and the new Alpha King has begun the process of resistance and healing, the humans have left our once shining city alone. They still overwhelm our kind with sheer numbers. But we have magic and a will to survive made even more powerful when balanced with a very simple and primal truth: We have nothing left to lose. “Look at the mess

[Araminta] [Now] The world that we have now, this nightmare we are all trapped within, was never part of the plan. Fifty years ago we were young and foolish, children playing at being adults, not realizing the depth of our consequences. It is easy to dream of a better future for everyone, but so much harder to execute. There is no such thing as utopia--One person's paradise can easily be another person's hell. We created Crescent City to be a shining utopia for supernaturals, a place of peace and prosperity. But it was built on the labor of witches and only those in power lived in true peace. Poor wolves, hybrids, humans and witches were all second-class citizens to the werewolves in charge. So Channing and I created Haven, and from the rift in the world we made in creating this sanctuary, other shadow towns were formed--places for witches, and our witch-born hybrids to live. But when we created these places, we were too strict. To keep them safe, we made them as places for only wi

[Sylvester]My mate is resting against my chest, her beautiful face turned away from the rising moon as our pups rest peacefully nestled on top of us, skin to skin, their naked bellies resting against our own. Our daughter, Arden, has the smallest auburn curl on the top of her bald head, her little face scrunched in the cutest way as she sleeps. I wonder if she’ll have blue eyes like me, or violet, like her mother. We already know she’s an alpha, already so powerful and barely a few hours old. And her little brother, Aspen, resting right beneath my chin, has a beautiful head of silky black hair. I wonder if he’ll keep it, and be darker like me, or if it’ll fall out and become something completely different. When he was first born, I thought he was a bit tan, with skin more like mine, but now that the room is dark and we’re snuggled so closely, I can see he’s glowing very faintly, his witch heritage coming to the forefront. They are so beautiful, my little family. I don’t know what I’

[Sylvester] My world stopped moving as I heard my ex-wife's name. "What did you say," I made the poor soldier repeat. "Alexis Greystone. She was the wolf on the helicopter along with the witch, Araminta Thorpe, and Prince Calyx Moon." Alexis. The sound of her name hit me like an old familiar weight from another time, one I had hoped was cast aside for good. When my biological father, Rodrigo, took her as his mate and luna, I assumed I wouldn't see her again, that Rodrigo would keep her locked up in a glass tower until he needed to show her off with his heir. How did she end up here? Why? "Put more guards on my family," I ordered the young soldier. "Make sure nobody disturbs their rest. The Luna Queen is still recovering." "As you wish, Alpha King," the young male saluted. There was a time, once before, when the name "Alexis" spilled from the lips of an enemy and everything I came to know and love was shattered in an instant. I thought I had put that pain behind me when I sent h