All Chapters of The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

[Sylvester] When Calyx had asked for a free pass to commandeer whatever he needed for his mission, I had no idea he was planning to take a helicopter to save my ex-wife. Obviously, I should have asked more questions. According to the tracker placed inside the cabin of the helicopter, they set down in a large, open park on the north side of town. When Moon River City was built, the witches were given a quadrant of land near the far northern wall. This isn't unlike what happened in Crescent City and in many other supernatural cities. And like those cities, the land the Moon River City witches were given was deemed dangerous and useless. It was a part of town known for frequent rogue attacks and most wolves preferred to live in the security of the city's inner rings, where more than one wall separates them from danger. So the witches were left alone to do what they wanted with the land for several decades. "They stay in Northgate," I had been told when I inquired about the lack of w

[Alexis]“When is she going to wake up?” Sylvester’s voice stirs me awake, and I grip the sheets as I feel his anger rolling from his body in thick, heavy waves. He’s the Alpha King, and even after everything that witch did to me, I’m still one of his wolves. “That old witch is your mother,” Alanna’s voice chides me. “The woman who gave you life. You should show her more respect.” “Respect should be earned,” I remind her. “She abandoned me. She closed me off she…” “Protected you,” My wolf slowly fades into the background as she adds, “It may have been wrong, but it was the best she could do.” “Alpha, please calm your voice,” Araminta’s voice is strong and confident, elegant and calm. How could I have forgotten how she sounds? Her voice is so beautiful. “Amy needs to rest.” “How much longer will she remain asleep?” he queries as his confusion and frustration filters through me along our pack bond. It feels so much stronger now, more clear. Now that the walls in my mind have been c

[Apple] Hazel’s skin is glowing faintly with happiness as she takes her seat next to me. Grinning, I find my glow matching hers. When she reaches out to take Arden from me, I almost choke on my water as she tells me her happy news. “You, and Rudy?” my eyes widen in surprise and joy. “A baby? Oh Hazel, I’m so happy for you two.” A diamond bright tear trickles down her cheek as she nods, snuggling my little girl into her chest as she gives her a bottle. “I guess I should get used to this feeling,” she laughs, her heart light and full of hope for the first time in ages. “Maybe I should take Aspen too, twins run in our family.” “Do you know what this means,” I grin as I bounce my irritable little boy,“The solstice is in three days, a perfect time to have a wedding.” Hazel blushes. “We can’t do that, I haven’t even told Rudy and…” My cousin falls silent as the door creaks open. Following her gaze, I feel my own blood chill as I gaze at the person standing in the doorway. Her ha

[Hawthorne] I haven’t spoken to my great-grandmother in weeks. I should have known something was up when she appeared at my door with a big smile and a basket of treats. “Let’s have brunch together,” she had offered, handing over a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice. Where she found orange juice in the middle of a war is a mystery to me. But everything about Araminta Thorpe is a mystery.“O…kay,” I took a step back, opening my door to let her pass. “Is something wrong?”She sets the basket down on my dining room table. “Why does something need to be wrong for me to visit one of my great-grandchildren.” Crossing my arms, I exhale loudly. “You might as well stop the act, Grandmother. What do you want?”Her trilling laugh makes her sound half her age as she places a scone on a plate that she seemed to magic out of nowhere, and holds out a hand to accept the orange juice. “I need you to deliver a message,” Grandmother smiles with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “It’s very importa

[Hawthorne] My hands are shaking as I make my way out of my apartment down to the main boulevard and down towards the train. The sky is still dark, the first rays of sunlight yet to crest the horizon and I can’t help but stop for a moment to look up at the fading stars. It’s so rare that I make it out of my rooms, and almost never when it’s still dark. Since the hellsbane plague began spreading from wolf to wolf across the continent, and we took over Moon River City as our capital, very few civilians are allowed outside for more than a few hours at a time. It’s a harsh rule, but one instituted for everyone’s safety. There is a curfew that stretches from dusk until dawn, and I feel a thrill of excitement knowing that I am breaking that rule right now. Although I guess, since I’m on a mission from the coven mistress, it isn’t really breaking a rule. Nor is it going against protocol when I pull out a badge calling for the city train. In the defense against both the disease and the