All Chapters of Once Upon a Broken Moon: Alpha King is my Second Chance Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Seeing the brewing drama that unfolded before us, my father slowly crawled away out of our sight— “Not so fast, Marcus!” My mate barked. Marcus whimpered like a cornered dog, ‘cause he actually is, and halted immediately. “We shall talk later about...this, Evadne.” And then Kallias picked up my father by the neck. By the way he said “this”, it seems like he’s confused whether to say this or us. He should have said, “We shall talk about us, Evadne.” But then again, just like what my mate said yesterday, we must not show everyone that we are each other’s strength and weakness. Kallias must continue and must always be seen as the cold and calculating Alpha King of Winter, because if his enemies see a crack in the ice...I don’t want to consider what will become of it.I touched my mating mark, and his eyes followed it. He knew exactly why I touched my neck. My mating mark is sort of a wedding ring that I have to show him every time we argue to remind hi

Evadne’s POVThe sight of my father begging and pleading for his life was a portrait worth painting over and over again. I was once in his place. I was once like him, worse than him, actually. I have to beg for everything from my own father, even for food or the luxury to have proper clothes and a room during my monthly bleeding.“You bastard!” But Marcus cannot even stretch both of his arms to wrap his hands around the Alpha King’s throat as the shackles on his wrists and ankles, made from pure silver, made sure his suffering is tight and uncomfortable. The corner of my mouth twitched. It's time to squeeze my father for his secrets. “Where is he, Marcus?” He glared back at his only daughter. I simply glared back at him as he asked, “Who?” “Marcos, former Alpha of the Blackwind Pack,” Kallias replied for me as he’s sure that his mate is more of a walking blizzard than he already is. I let a little of Kallias’ icy stare reflect on my own.

Mara confided in me, and my wolf just let me pour out my emotions even though she kept insisting that I’m just letting my emotions take control of me too much. “We are the Alpha King’s mate. We must balance our emotions and our logic. We cannot let enemies, potential enemies, and the entire werewolf country see how we can easily cry a river of tears. Just like what our mate told us, we must not let everyone see our weakness, that we have a soft side, especially in these warring times. Or else our soft side will be the death of us.” “There will be no death here, only to my enemies!” I roared back in my mind, finally straightening and walking to the open field where everyone is gathered. An Omega bumped into me and immediately bowed and asked for forgiveness. I smiled at her and asked what the feast was for. “It’s the seventh month’s full moon! It's also a blue moon, which is why we give this feast to the Moon Goddess, while the eleventh full moon is

The reason why it’s only days after the declaration of the one-on-one fight is so that none of them could fully prepare—and that’s the point of the fight. To see who can rise victorious against the other in only a short amount of time.Last night, I had the weirdest of thoughts: that the childhood friend whose face and name I cannot remember was Kallias. “Bullshit!” I told myself. It’s just so...nonsense. So impossible. It’s so much of a coincidence. Surely, the Moon Goddess wouldn’t mate me to the man that I have loved for the first time—would she?Years of praying to be mated under the full moon and then she mated me to the man I’ve been waiting for my whole life, to a friend who said goodbye and yet promised to return to me...No. It’s too much of a fantasy, a fairytale. I should stop hoping for the arrival of that friend. Perhaps he’s gone. Perhaps he never remembered me.“I heard there’s going to be a Trial of Alphas just yesterday,” a skeptical voice said from behind me, “so nea

It didn’t occur to me that people have been calling out my name. The mysterious cold silver-blue flames aren’t just hovering from my hand. It now traces my whole figure as if it’s my second skin. The power radiated out of me that even my mate’s eyes widened. Chaos erupted once again, shouting and screaming and a stampede to get away from me.‘Your father allowed your mother to be killed...’ the cold fire murmured, filling my soul with that fiery coldness, ‘Burn him...His cowardice allowed your mother to be killed...He took her eldest daughter from another man to be his lover as a means of revenge...Command us to burn him and show who the Queen is—’I lifted my hand and was ready to strike, but a pair of cold hands held me by my waist. I was pulled to my senses, and the whispering icy flames of silver-blue died out. The smell of Kallias, like a fresh winter air and a snowflower, lingered in my nose like the eternal winter that reigned in this country. I burst into tears. I