All Chapters of Once Upon a Broken Moon: Alpha King is my Second Chance Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Alpha Marcus is coming...here?” I didn’t dare address him as father.Geneva groaned. “His sudden interest in coming to the Nightblood Pack without prior asking for permission is not a good thing.”“You can convince your mate to just dispose of your father, you know. Give an example to other Alphas on what happens if he ever dares to hurt his mate or anyone he cares for,” Beta Caesar suggested.I shook my head. “Answering violence with a violent threat from a violent person does not need to be questioned. That’s absurd and not my kind of personality!” I hissed.Both of my friends chose not to speak for the rest of our breakfast. It was...kind of awkward, but they respected my silence and my need to be silent. They talk to each other about the Blackwind Pack and the hot Betas stationed there. Geneva obviously made sure I heard how Alpha Vance, my mate’s right-hand Beta who he now appointed as the new Alpha of the Blackwind Pack since Kallias’ takeover and the former Alpha’s running away

“Is that all you can do?” A squeaky but not-so-sweet voice halted me from throwing more punches.The thought of my father and his hideous attitude and actions evaporated from my thoughts. I pivoted to the voice’s owner. He’s one of the pups that are still gawking at me. “Excuse me?” I breathed. I was panting, actually. I'm on the last day of my monthly bleeding and I'm doing exercises out here in the middle of snowy grounds and chilled air. The floor's concrete and solid beneath my feet, but it didn't help the fact that it's crusted with frost.Even when the magic of belonging to a pack makes you immune to the cold and such, I can still feel the cold deep in my bones, deep in my soul, just by looking at them. “You’re the Luna but it took you a dozen punches or so to knock down a scarecrow made of hay?!” said the other one. “Perhaps you should work on that, Luna.”I think these little ones are colder than any winter breeze. I marked the subtle disple

Evadne’s POVI left the training hall and the training grounds entirely since Alpha Vance led me to a tavern by the street not far from there that I didn’t even know was there in the first place. He told me we could get to know each other more through rounds of beer. I hope Geneva won’t strangle me for hanging out with her boyfriend. “Are you coming inside?” I blinked at the word coming, but then I looked up and saw the hand-painted sign that says: The Wolf’s Den. Well, it really is a wolf’s den considering the abundance of groaning and males laughing boisterously even when I'm just standing outside. “Yes.” And then Alpha Vance waited for me to step inside first before he followed behind, as if he was making sure my back was safe from anyone who would dare harm me. I rubbed my snow-crusted boots on the doormat before finding Vance and me a seat. But the Alpha already found one first, by the counter of t

“We already have a mate,” Mara interrupted my stream of thoughts. “And he’s his bestfriend!” Right. Not all males who want to befriend me want to fuck me in their bed. Beta Caesar is one of the examples of that. But Beta Caesar’s preference highly contrasts with Alpha Vance's, so... I hit the back of my head so hard on the wall that I flinched, and my deep pondering was cut short. Shaking my head and eager to finally plunge right into my purple four-poster bed for a rest, violet silks hanging from it, I mind-linked Farra to help me prepare my bath. She responded right away within ten minutes. I’ll take a bath, then have dinner with Kal. Perhaps we can have sex as our dessert too, I chuckled to myself. I entered the bathroom, illuminated by white candles and some in their candelabra, as the Omega and my lady-in-waiting stepped to my side. When she finished preparing my bath, the question I had in The Wol

My mate blinked and was surprised at this. But he shook his head. “I’m sorry for doubting you and Vance. I was stressed with the prisoners in the dungeon, not to mention the Blackwind Pack’s violent mess—” “Hush,” I lifted a finger on his lips. “You don’t need to apologize for being tired. I understand, Your Majesty.” And we hugged for around five minutes, I think. When we released each other from our embrace, his lips curled. “You’re my lamb,” his breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “and I am both your shepherd who tends to you and the wolf who’s meant to devour you.” His lips kissed my neck once, inhaling my scent. “No need for Elise. I shall teach her a lesson by tomorrow.” “What lesson?” But he only took my lips in another long, sizzling kiss. Heat gathered in my pussy. And as if he sensed it, smelled it, he slid one of the hands that was caressing my breasts down to my middle. His eyes hold mine, wo