Lahat ng Kabanata ng Becoming the Queen Luna : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Christina “The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” The man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story. “-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts. Humans have the tendency of believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others actually believe? “What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa. “Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others.” I say whilst we walk past the tell all hallroom. I pause and look at her again. “What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her ch

Christina A few moments of silence later, we reach a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parks I leave the car and stare at the house but that’s the least of my worries.I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.“Are you sure we can trust those two…” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.“They are a bit weird.” I say. “They’re your sisters' love.” He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s really taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either. Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller…perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I tend to dye it on

If looks could kill my dearest mate would be dead. I just met him yet I hate his attitude. ‘No you don’t.’ My werewolf—felicia says, interrupting my thoughts. ‘Can’t you just go back to the hole you go to in the back of my mind and allow me to think in peace.’ I respond. I wonder how crazy Christina will react when she realizes she’s a werewolf and once she shifts will be able to talk to her werewolf. ‘I know right.’ Felicia interrupts my thoughts again. ‘Can you stop that! We’re in a situation here.’ I immediately shut her out and focus on the situation at hand. My mate, whose name I still don’t know, just syringed both Peter and Christina and is taking them to only God knows where. He sent his minions to take them somewhere yet it’s the same direction we seem to be heading. “You can stop throwing daggers on the back of my head with your stare.” My dearest mate says. How did he know I was doing that!? “I’m not.” I huff. He’s walking in front of me whilst Melissa and I walk

Xavier walks back to his seat whilst I stare at my father trying to understand why he looks panicked. “He… he smelt you. I forgot that all alphas have a more powerful sense of smell than other werewolves.” Dad starts saying quietly as if I'm supposed to understand what he’s telling me. “Why is this rogue and smelly thing a big deal?” I whisper back. “Rogues are deserted werewolves or in other words werewolves that don’t belong anywhere. You on the other hand…. You're not a rogue… you're worse. Your hair symbolizes the weakness that all omegas have. Every omega has such hair.” Dad explains whilst staring at Xavier waiting to see what will happen next. I look back at my sisters and Becca seems to be trying to tell Isaac something. “What’s an omega truly?” I ask and don’t even realize that someone is behind me till I feel a tug on my hair. I gasp as someone pulls it back till my entire face is tilted backwards and my neck is strained. I hear the clanging of a bucket right be

Ever since I turned 20 I have heard nothing but baseless rumors about the Alpha king—me, not having a mate. I’d never tell them I do have one because she’s an omega and hell will break loose before I allow her into my life. I asked mom how to get another mate and she told me the first mate had to die. She’s a witch so she didn’t need to do much to find that out. I do not care less about rumors nor do I appreciate such attitudes around my pack but my dearest mother says I should care and do something about it instead of not doing anything. Hence, why I need to make sure I kill whoever my mate is. Mom has already found her location even though we’re still not certain if she exists or not. We were given a false prophecy before and now that I still haven't found my mate, my mother assumed it’s because my original mate is still alive. She sent rogues to kill her yet none have come back to give feedback… well until now. He’s profusely bleeding through his head and chest. Wonder how that h