Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

[Sylvester] I was born an alpha. Even before I knew what that meant, I could feel that I had more power than others, that I was destined to lead. As an alpha, I have never bowed to anyone before. When a weaker wolf bows, it is because they are drawn to do so, out of respect, out of fear, and out of the sheer force of charisma coming from the more powerful wolf. And yet, in this moment, as my wife and luna floated above my head, glowing radiantly with power, I didn’t just bow, I fell to one knee, my head lowered in submission. A collective sigh ripples through the battle field as every gathered creature–wolf, witch, hybrid and human–follows suit, falling to their knees, holding up their hands in prayer. Myself included.As I kneel there in a daze, Apple, the girl I was once foolish enough to believe human, glows like the moon as her power radiates outward, touching me everywhere with sweet softness as every cut, bruise, and burn is healed, leaving behind smooth skin. Gazing around,

[Amaryllis]All traces of the man who had only minutes before had been tending me with such love and care were gone as Calyx took a spot next to me. As we settle into our seats, the driver, a member of the Witch Force, leers back at me, eyeing me with a mixture of desire and disgust. Our eyes meet, and I can feel him scanning my mind, looking for something to prove I’m not what I say I am, that I’m not as meek as I pretend to be. But after having been abused by my uncle, forced many times to do things I regretted and wished I could race, I was good at disassociating and letting my mind fall blank. After a few minutes of intense eye contact, I feel his searching mind retreat as he sat back, satisfied.“Is there something wrong,” Calyx bristles, his tone as cold as winter. “We’re needed at the site. The spell must begin in…” he looks down at his watch, “...precisely 7 minutes. Otherwise, we’ll miss the window and will need to wait another 6 months. Do you want to explain that to Command

[Parris] My wolf’s voice fades and my eyes snap open. Nothing has changed about my situation except for my resolve. What do I have to lose? I’m either going to shift or I'm going to die. Either way, I’m going to make it worth the sacrifice. I was brought here to be a distraction. I guess it’s time to do my job–even if it isn’t in the way that was expected. “So what’s it going to be, Commander Paige?” Chancy demands, informing Prince Calyx of his choices. “Will you take the lead on this, or will I need to do the honors and explain to your father why he’s lost another son?”“Your lack of faith in my loyalty is heartbreaking, Commander,” Calyx states, replacing his barely masked horror at finding his reinforcements strapped to marble slabs with his usual cocky devil-may-care bravado. “Hand me the blade, Commander,” a faint smile of satisfaction curls his lips as he adds, “I’ll see this is done right.” The room is tense as everyone waits to see what Chancy will do next. Will he h

[Hazel]Rudy takes my hand and immediately, power surges between us as our bodies seek equilibrium, just as they would if we were both witches. His witch blood is almost completely dormant, coming from a distant ancestor through his maternal grandmother, but since destroying the last of the drones together with his strength guiding my power, I’ve sensed something different about the flavor of his power. It’s as if whatever small part of him was connected to magic had somehow sparked to life, and with each passing hour, more of his witch essence is bubbling to the surface, energizing his already dominant alpha aura. He still smells like my mate, but his power tastes…different. Richer with more nuanced undertones of something that sparks with spice and power. Inhaling deeply, I let his scent roll around on the back of my tongue as I squeeze his hand firmly, feeling his love and desire to help to flow through our bond.“I love you too,” I say through our link. When his eyes spark, glowi

[Apple] Birdsong flits in the branches above us as I blink awake, my body sore. As a cool breeze kisses my skin the scent of crushed roses blossoms around me, the sunlight warms our bed of twisted vines.Carefully I try to sit up, avoiding the thorns. They move aside, refusing to pierce my flesh, responding to my movements as if they can hear my thoughts. Maybe they can, not like it will matter with my mate, King Sylvester, pushing my body back next to his, refusing to let go.“Sly,” I protest halfheartedly, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms as he pulls me into him. “We can’t stay here all day. Don’t you have a kingdom to run? Shouldn’t we check on the war?”“Yes and yes,” he responds, nuzzling my neck. “But not right now. Right now, I’m kissing my beautiful wife.”Around us the world is waking up again, a world we helped create.“But I want to see what happened,” I insist as he nuzzles into my neck, his lips caressing his mark on my neck.“You know what happened,” he mumbles as