Todos los capítulos de Alpha Blake's Broken Luna : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Blake P.O.V.“Can’t we catch a fucking break around here?” I ask, annoyance in my voice as I look at the dead kitchen omega. She doesn’t have a scratch on her, no marks to tell us how she died. The only explanation is magic. I’m getting fairly tired of magic used as a crutch for the enemy right about now. The others look as tired as me, but we’ll have to move on and keep searching. We have been talking to the kitchen omegas, the head omega and the others who come and go during the day. The girl's name was Gerdis, and she was fairly new to the kitchen. She seemed sweet enough, quiet and reserved. She did her job well, and no one had any complaints over her. She never spoke ill of anyone, and she had just turned 18, gained her wolf and was looking for a job to help out her parents as her father is very sick. “We need to notify the parents, and have her buried. But right now we also have to dig into her past and see where she could have run into someone who uses dark magic.” I say to th

Allison P.O.V.“So, I found out Crean is the one really in charge, and he is keeping Caitlyn from having the worst of her temper tantrums. If we want her to have a complete meltdown, we just need to separate the two of them. Also, Bane has been beaten - not as severely as the asshat over here,” she points to Ethan, who is still out cold in the cell next door, “and Ophelia really is dead. Caitlyn is pissed about it. Crean is indifferent. He is dangerous.” Tabatha nods, saying it complies with what they know of the male. He has always been a favourite of Caitlyn, and got very skilled early in life at getting everyone else in trouble. “I also know Bane is invaluable to them, otherwise he would be dead now. He has something on them, and we might need to know what it is. Only one of us is going to be capable of getting close enough to find out what.” She looks at me with a knowing glint, and I swallow bile. “You are serious?” I ask after we heard Talia speak. She nods. I just shake my h

Blake P.O.V.The sound that isn’t a sound as it slams into my chest. It hits hard, just under the breastbone, right at the spot that’s been sore for days. Athena startles in my arms and then reaches small hands toward the ceiling, eyes going wide, pupils blown. Caspian, in Nicholas’s lap, does the same, tiny mouth an O. Tara, halfway between a giggle and a bite of cracker, goes still. She shifts her head that way and this, before staring straight ahead without seeing anything in particular. Oloron reacts instinctively, reaching for his daughter, but she doesn't notice him. He frowns, his eyes going from his work with the necklaces to her. Then he decides to shift position, working on the protection beside her instead of across from her. “Alpha?” Neptune half-rises in the chair. Elliott is already moving, because of course he is.“I felt it,” I say, voice rough from lack of sleep and too much crying in the night. Nicholas is on his feet, chair snarling across the floor, one hand brace

Talia P.O.V.The door opens on two red-eyed men and a woman with a tray. We’re on our feet, all three of us as they come in. They smell like stale magic and cheap soap. It settles on my nose like a vice and I have to hold my breath for a second to keep myself from sneezing.The woman’s eyes are still human; brown, resentful, scared, so I keep my curse off her and aim for the men.Ethan coughs blood. Literally. He bites his tongue for it and sprays a pink mist that dots the hall. The guard nearest him swears and kicks the bars.“Shut it.” He roars without mercy, his aura of unpleasantness bulking around him. Ethan coughs harder, and then he jerks, the ugly kind, like a seizure got him. The woman stumbles, slop of water arcing. The red-eyes both lean toward Ethan’s cell, and for three heartbeats the cameras are full of their backs.I slip.A look, a thought, a signature displaced. I lift an image of our cages from ten minutes ago, girls seated, quiet, Ruby curled on her side, and paste

Allison P.O.V.Stairs are the great equalizer to men who cheat in rooms with rugs and who forgets what happens when the walls are narrow when the only way is up.Crean knows. He’s already moving for the door when I bolt, but misses me by a hair. Curses that would impress me in a less tense situation swells over his lips. I just save the best ones for later, because if I learned anything it’s that later will come if I don’t want it to. Bane tries to shoulder-check me into the wall; I duck, and he kisses plaster. It’s not enough to dent his stupidity, but it dents the plaster enough to slow him down. I take the doorway anyway, cuffed hands close to my belly, and take the first turn of the stairs two steps at a time.It’s a service stair, stone spine, too tight for swagger. The air tastes like dust and old soap. The wards skitter over my skin like cobwebs, trying, looking for cracks to creep under to destroy me. I hold them off, grit my teeth and ground myself. Not today. Not ever.