Todos los capítulos de BLOOD MOON:Wolf Pack Trilogy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I grinned and carefully made my way to the door. “Anyways, thanks for all the help, but I would really like to go now. It’s been really nice meeting you.” All I wanted to do was get out of here before things became too complicated or before I was discovered by another monster. “Woah woah woah! You can’t leave. Well that’s until he decides what to do with you.” said Gabe to me. Why does ‘He’ get to make the decision and who the heck was he? Could it be that ‘He’ was the head of a mafia cult of some kind?wondered, wanting to know who he meant when he said, “Who is He?” “Dimitri. He is the one that found and rescued you in his arms. And HE controls everything around. No one comes or leaves without his permission.” Gabe laughed. Their Mafia boss and leader was Dimitri. “That doesn’t give your mafia boss any right to keep me locked up here against my will.” I grumble bitterly. Gabe follows me, perplexed, saying, “Mafia boss?? What the I sighed and made my way to the door, saying, “I am not

The rumblings in my gut were getting louder. I follow the aroma to the kitchen, which is savory and sweet. A man in his 80s was chasing some children who were giggling and running out of the kitchen. I smiled at the tiny kids as I hurriedly moved out of their way. A chef’s hat-wearing man yelled to the unheeding kids, “You guys can’t eat the raw cookie dough!” There’s a definite southern accent in his speech. Then he looks at me and scowls. “Who are you?”“Natalie,” I grinned back at him. I’m shocked by how everyone is treating me like I was some kind of special guest when I was actually just a prisoner here against my choice. “Luna. I’m Seth,” the man said, reaching out his hand towards me. “It’s nice to finally meet the Alpha’s special guest.” Why did they all greet me so kindly and warmly? I grinned and said, “It’s nice meeting you too, Seth.” The people in this area were incredibly kind, with the exception of that egotistical ruler Dimitri.“Dad—” a girl who appeared to be my age,

“Can’t you speak anymore, or have you suddenly gone dumb?” She yelled with rage. “You seemed really chatty when you were practically throwing yourself at him just now. Who the hell are you to him?” I simply looked at her while she talked. She then noticed us from the balcony. I didn’t have the time or patience to explain why she thought the wrong thing. I shrugged, rolling my eyes at how pitiful this was. “I can assure you that I’m not Dimitri’s little whore, if that’s what you are worried about.” I detested conflicts, especially when they included men. It seemed pointless to fight over a man, that’s all. She snarled at me, “And you expect me to believe that.” This was starting to irritate me. I only ask that you keep out of her way if she is insane and doesn’t trust him. “Believe whatever you want, I don’t care!” I moved down the corridor, giving her a disdainful look, but she followed. I turned to face her as she tugged my hand. She yelled, gazing at me like a mad person. “Stupid hu

Isabelle’s POV Umm. I took a slow sip from Gemini’s newly brewed cup of coffee. I stopped looking as she blushed furiously, her cheeks going crimson, saying, “Gosh, it tastes so nice, Gem.” Since my arrival and the unpleasant scene involving Rubi, it has been more than a week, and I must say, things are going well thus far. Everyone, and by everyone I mean the entire mafia cult, community, town, and society,has been incredibly kind to me. I hesitated, uncertain about how to categorize this incredibly vast populace residing in the castle and several nearby cottages. Although I wasn’t very knowledgeable about mafias, I always assumed that they would be violent and corrupt, but that wasn’t the case. This was a lovely mafia. They treated everyone like family and looked out for each other, which showed me that they were excellent people who loved each other very much. It felt good to be a part of something, and I won’t deny that they all view me as a member of their family. to be a part o

That was the first time the Red Circle coven had located me, three years later. When I got home from school that day, I saw him dead in a pool of his own blood, horrified. I knew she had discovered me again when I heard a hissing sound reverberating throughout the home. As she leaned closer to me, my aunt Delilah’s crimson-red lips formed a big smile that said, “Hello my little niece.” Beside her, slithering, is her pet basilisk serpent. She had that damn serpent by her side all the time. That was the one that killed my foster father and terrified him. She let out a terrified chuckle, “You thought you could run away from me forever. But you can’t outrun me. Your daddy couldn’t, your mommy couldn’t, and you also failed!” It seemed as though I was going through all of these memories again that I had worked so hard to conceal. Still, I understood that this was all a bad dream. I curled up on the floor and cried out, “No. No. No. No. It’s not real.” I repeated those words over and again a