All Chapters of The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Apple]I have no idea where I am going. All I know is that I need to get away from this place.After the fool Sylvester made of the two of us on stage I am feeling hot and gross all at the same time.Is it a wolf thing that he’s so into public displays of affection, or is it a Sly thing? Am I engaged to some kind of pervert?"He's just trying to protect you," the voice inside of my head urges. "You should give him a bit of grace. He loves you.""He barely knows me!" I shout to nobody in particular as my sweaty hands push down the edges of my skirt. Even with some distance between us, the ghost touches of his fingertips on my flesh make me shiver with want and anger. "If he knew me, he'd have never done that to me! On stage! In front of the entire pack!”"You're both still learning about one another," the voice urges and I pause. Is that all it is, the awkward growing pains of a new relationship?The sound of wood crackling underneath my footfalls draws my attention back to my surround

[Apple]The door to the van flies open.“WITCH!!!” Zion is screaming, his hand pointing, his face bright red as he gasps for air between shouts. “DEMON!!”I turn, expecting him to be staring at my glowing hands now burning with sparkling fire. But he isn’t, he’s staring at the figure in the doorway.A tall young man in a black leather coat glares at Zion with unflinching hate. His auburn hair floats around his ears, held aloft by the power flowing through him, glowing brightly through his skin.Hawthorne Sparks, my best friend’s brother, now stands between me and my captor as he enters the back of the van, his fingers aglow with a vibrant violet flame.His lips twist into a snarl as he leans over Zion. “That’s right, Asshole. I’m a witch and you’re just a wee bitty human who messed with the wrong mage.”In a flash of light, the fire surrounding Thorne’s hand leaps from him into Zion’s chest. It sizzles as it grows across his chest, stretching to cover his body and coating it like a bla

[Apple]“Yes,” Thorne, swallows hard as he gazes at me so intensely I can see a storm larger than the one outside swirling inside of his large, hazel eyes. “A simple press of the lips. It doesn’t need to be more than that. I just want to feel, for a small moment, what we could have been like together.” He makes it sound innocent and friendly, but as he holds me in his arms, his face so close that I can count each of his eyelashes, it feels like a betrayal of my mate bond. And a betrayal of our friendship.“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I insist, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want to change things between us. You’re my friend. You’re like a brother I…”He flinches at the word "brother" but rediscovers his grin as he lines his body up perfectly with mine. “You’re probably right,” Thorne agrees ruefully as he pulls me in even closer. “And yet…” His lips are soft as they brush against mine in not quite a kiss, just the slight touch of skin to skin. I try to pull m

[Apple]The rogue wolfman’s teeth snap, dripping with saliva as I struggle to stand. My nails dig into the clay-like mud, pine needles stabbing my hands and thighs as I push away. “Stay back,” I warn, holding up my hands. “I’m warning you!!The rogue saunters forward slowly, taking pleasure in my struggle. He smells of rotting things, of failure and death, with yellowed teeth and chipped, cracked claws. Even in his current wolfman form, he doesn’t look as strong as he should, the strain of living without a pack slowing down all of his werewolf advantages. His tattered clothing, hanging from his body, looks like the remnant of a nice business suit. He hasn’t always been a rogue, and by the look of him, the change has been recent. But based on how hard the experience has hit him, it is clear that he wasn’t Alpha level when he was cast out. “Do you remember me?” he hisses. “I remember you, Luna. The way I see it, you still owe me.”Grabbing a handful of mud I throw it in his direction.

[Apple] Stunned, I watch as the glow illuminating my bite slowly dims, revealing teeth marks lined in gold, much like my own. That shouldn’t be possible. I’m not a wolf. But yet, as we pull apart the bright glow of my skin slowly pales, I cannot deny the truth as I watch my power still dance along the edges of his wound. “You bit me,” Sly repeats, pleased as he rolls over and pulls me into his arms. “Someone is feeling feisty,” his low, masculine chuckle fills the room with lighthearted joy, “I can’t believe you managed to break the skin.” “Sorry,” I wince. He laughs. “Don’t be sorry, Little Snack. It’s only natural that you’d want to claim me. I am your mate.” “But I’m not a wolf. " I argue, confused. "It shouldn't work for me." Frowning, I reach out to touch where my teeth pierced his flesh. He hisses in pain and I pull my hand back swiftly. “Oh Goddess, I hurt you.” “Ah, it’s nothing,” he laughs. “Just a little love bite. I’m sure it will be gone by this afternoon when we