Semua Bab The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Bab 171 - Bab 180

[Parris] Moving as quickly as possible, I keep an eye on the approaching horde. Wiping my brow, I look up to see that Hawthorne has made his way to the corner of the gate as well. There is no way from his vantage point that he has seen the looming threat, but somehow sensed that he needed to move quicker to match my pace. It’s almost like we are any other mated pair, perfectly in sync. “Except that we aren’t mated,” Max reminds me sullenly. “He rejected us.” “Maybe that’ll change someday,” I try to cheer him up. “And he never said the words of rejection. Let’s not give up hope.” “He hasn’t said them because he doesn’t know them,” Hex argues. “Maybe it’s time for us to move on.” There’s a low-ranking witch named Sorrel, who has been asking after me. She wants to date, but I’ve been waiting for Sparks like a fool. She isn’t our mate, but I’m witch enough that we’d probably zing. For all I know, she only wants to hang out because she’s never been with a wolf and sees me as a safe

[Parris] I had fallen asleep in my mate’s arms, nestled into his neck as he lifted me from the ground and his strong legs had carried me all the way back to the northern entrance. Or at least, that’s my best guess. Based on the shifting sunlight slowly dipping towards the horizon, that was hours ago. He’s gone now, I can tell, not just because his warmth has been replaced with cool sheets and his voice exchanged for the sound of a machine beeping, but because I cannot smell him anymore. Scent is important to wolves, even a mixed mutt wolf like me. A chair next to me creaks, and I turn my head slowly to see my father at my bedside. He is bent in half, his elbows dug into his knees as he holds his hands before him in prayer to the goddess, the words of an ancient incantation mumbled on his lips. Before meeting my mother, Harlem Abernathy had promised his life to the Moon Goddess, living as a monk at the Temple of the Sacred Moon on the East Coast. But then one day, as he was collect

[Parris]For someone so determined to not be my mate, his wolf sure has other plans. I’ve never seen a soul so divided–but then again, he was a powerful witch before even a touch of his wolfish side came out. I guess it’s no wonder why he can’t make up his mind. It’s like he has a split personality. My wolf and I have been together since the very beginning. There has never been a time when I didn’t hear Max’s voice. It must have been hard for Hex to watch from Hawthorne’s eyes but never have a say in what he did with his life, a life they both share. “Yes, she touched me,” I admit openly. I did nothing wrong, nor did Sorrel. Hawthorne hasn’t claimed me as either his mate or his zing. What I do with my body isn’t his concern. And yet, I feel a need to explain. “She touched me, but I rejected her. She won’t touch me again without permission. You can let her go, Hex, she isn’t a threat.” To prove my point, I walk towards him, pressing my body into his. His muscles relax as he feels t

[Alexis/Amaryllis]A howl pierces the night, a soulful sound that echoes with the sound of a thousand heartbreaks and rejections, and I stop in my tracks, unable to move forward, a single paw on the other side of the glowing barrier. My ears perk to listen, as the sound repeats, this time closer, more of a plea. It is the call of a broken alpha, one who has given up all reason to live. “Don’t leave me,” my mate calls as he howls one more time. “I’ve been waiting for you to love me. I will wait as long as I must. But please, don’t go out there. Don’t end everything just to get away. You’re too precious.” As the last words leave his mind, the depth of feeling that flows between us through our weak and strained bond is so suffocatingly deep I could drown in his emotions. It is a confusing rush of contradictions: He wants me, he loves me, he hates himself, he can’t let me die, but he wants to die with me. Gasping for air, I blink rapidly as I take a stumbling step away from him. “Stay

[Amaryllis]He has me pinned in place with his hips as my heart flutters hard and fast. “You can’t,” I moan as I struggle to back away, a tear rolling down my chin. This feels wonderful, amazing, better than anything I’ve ever experienced, but he’s wrong about something. “I’m not a good girl,” I growl, pushing just enough to wiggle myself free. “I never have been. Look at me,” I slap my soft belly, still ragged from the scar that I got from cutting my own child from my belly. “You don’t want to tie yourself to someone like me for a lifetime. I’m used up, Calyx. Broken inside and out. I can never give you a pup,” I laugh as my fingers trace the edges of my loose skin, still healing from my pregnancy and my mother’s rushed healing. “I’m just an evil old bitch. I’m not good enough to be claimed.” You aren’t the monster, Calyx, I am. “You wouldn’t let the Alpha King mark you either,” Calyx reclaims my hands and pressing them to his warm, hairless chest. “And you were younger when you