Todos los capítulos de Once Upon a Broken Moon: Alpha King is my Second Chance Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

We passed by that brothel-looking building where Geneva says Betas and Omegas secretly meet. The Nightblood Pack wasn’t as big as I expected. Yes, it’s three or four times bigger than the Moonflame Pack. But as the abode of the Alpha King, I expected it to be like a whole quarter of our country. “Alpha Kallias rarely do let the packs he conquered stay here. He sometimes just let the Alphas that ruled them remain in power, but of course not above him. No one is above the King,” she glanced at me. “Perhaps only the Queen...in bed.” I choked. “What?” The Beta just chuckled and looped her arm into mine, “Tell me, what’s your favorite position, Evadne?” “Position?” The breakfast in my stomach stirred. Please don’t let it be the position I’m thinking of. “Sex positions.” Mara howled in laughter at me. I growled at her. “I...I never have sex. Yet.” “Yet?” she chuckled even further. “Oooh. I didn’t

Everything could go wrong with this winter dinner with the dread I feel. It increases the closer I get to the Alpha King’s private dining room.“The Luna is here, Alpha King,” then Farra shut the door behind me. I remained standing in the foyer, internally screaming. It overlooks the entire Nightblood Pack on the highest floor of the castle. I don’t know why but when I think of the pack’s name, I think of bloody red and onyx night as their colors. But instead, it’s a varying shade of silver or white and blue. Even here. The interior looks as if it was made of ice—or glass, I cannot tell. On my right was an alight fireplace.The Alpha King’s back faces me, sitting on the same chair that looks between ice and glass. His personal dining throne.He turned to me. I only put my clenched two hands behind me. That dread silenced, but it remained.“Come. Sit across me.”I looked beyond him, and there, the balcony that looked half the room's size beckoned. I could already smell the food from her

It is a curious thing, the scent of memory. It drifts you back to your childhood like the wind sweeping the snowflakes to your open window. Just by the scent of the flowers on my bedside table, I can still remember the last thing a childhood friend of mine gave me before he was forever gone in my life—and they have the same scent as the flowers that greeted my morning. I think he was seventeen and I was five when we met. But he looks younger, like how a twelve-year-old looks like. I remember him saying that I made him feel as if he was still ten years old. I make him feel seven years younger. I can’t remember his face nor his name. But I can still remember the feelings: the feelings I have when we play or roll in the grass and talk about silly things. The feelings of comfort he made me feel when I was kicked by Elodie or slapped by my father. It was to him and the cottage whom I run to every time my family treated me as a piece of shit. When he was

I immediately looked away, feigning injury on my foot so that I could get to the ground. I must not meet his eyes. He must not know I’m here. I didn’t turn away when his gaze lingered. I lurched into a sprint, finding my way through the Alpha’s icy garden of frost-crusted red roses and snow-covered sunflowers. I didn’t stop until I was sure I was far from my father’s sight. I don’t know why I’m hiding. He probably knew about me and the Alpha King already anyway. Well, nevertheless, I never want to see his face again. It brought painful scars and haunting memories every time I found his face staring at me.When the Winter Castle was just a magnificent view in the distance, I wandered into the Alpha’s vast garden, benches were in the place along with slightly frozen fountains with ice sculptures adorning it.I sat on a wooden bench that was almost white thanks to the weather. I sighed and slumped back. I closed my eyes for a moment, my heartbeat slowly

“If you do that one more time, you’ll just break your leg rather than incapacitate your enemy.”I dared to glare at Beta Caesar, but he just laughed at me like a child who never learned from her mistakes.“Do this,” he added, punching an invisible enemy through the air.“But I have a weak punch,” I told him, “Besides, the enemy is gripping my other arm.”The Beta’s eyes smiled, “Your other arm is free so there’s that.”I grunted at him. I have spent the whole week learning and training with Beta Caesar. Mara couldn’t agree more and she loves to be able to show her white fur to the rest of the Nightblood Pack. I didn’t like it at first, however.But Beta Caesar’s enthusiasm and Beta Geneva’s excitement were what changed my perspective. Every breakfast, I sometimes stretch my arm or leg subtly before digging into my food. I learned to ignore the whispers of the other packmembers. That group of Warriors that once gossiped about me quieted, or maybe it’s because I was always present when