Lahat ng Kabanata ng Enslaving The Moon Goddess : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Larsen was heading toward the study room when he got information about him having a guest, which made him change his direction and head toward the sitting room instead." The devil himself," Kesler praised as he watched him ascend the stairs.Larsen scoffed.Feeling his aura that's so intimidating, his charm, and the way he carries himself is something Kesler envied so much about him. Larsen's handsomeness is unlike any wolf he's ever come across; his features and personality are likewise unlike anyone except for Harper, the man who controls hell, but even he doesn't have the kind of aura Larsen carries around with him.Harper is manipulative and cunny, but Larsen is smart and intelligent; their difference is huge, but anyone can easily assume Larsen to be the Alpha of all Alphas. That's how powerful and intimidating he is." To whom do I owe this visit," Larsen's deep voice nearly gave him the chills " Hasn't it been a long time? The last competition we had was the last time we saw

"Why are you so quiet?."" Hm?" Elora was caught off guard for some seconds.~ He wants you to say something, thank him for what he did~ Naya said in her head." Why did you do it?"~ What?! You're supposed to thank him ~Larsen turned back at her, looking at her slender figure before him. " Why did I do what?"" Not sell me off."Larsen furrowed his brow, "Ain't you supposed to be thanking me? For not selling you off like some material?."~ I told her that~" Why should I thank you?" her words rendered both Larsen and Naya speechless, " isn't this one of your ways of making me feel like you own me? If you think this is going to earn my loyalty then you're wrong."Larsen chuckled softly. He wiped the corner of his lower lip slowly with his tongue before fixing his gaze on her, and slowly, he took steps closer to her." And does that make you feel like I own you?"" No, you don't own me, and I don't belong to you," she said sternly, her body trembling lightly as she watched his calcul

The previous actions of Larsen weren't something Elia could disregard; his thought was fixed on Larsen's tone, body language, and eyes. Elia's drive to the clubhouse was a quiet one but with a busy mind. It moved from his brother to the slave who seems to be the center of it all, Elora. He admitted that she was a very beautiful she-wolf even with the little dirty slave gown, her unbrushed hair, and her plain face with no makeup. A little doll up on her, and she would transform into a goddess, but it wasn't her beauty that got him so curious and interested, but the mysterious things that surrounded her. Remembering clearly how his friend, Mathew, was so scared and worried about crossing part with her, and the next minute, he was stabbed to death by her. ' was it that it was my brother that ordered her to do it?' he questioned in his mind, ' no, it can't be; he wasn't even aware that he was around; then what happened between her and Matthew?.' ' Also, why did Larsen act like that? So

She heard Naya in her head, but she couldn't move; she couldn't do anything with her eyes fixed on her father. Elora has imagined this moment a thousand times—what she would say, how she would act, how she'd yell, what she'd ask him, how she'd scream or break down. But now, standing before the man who had stolen the life of her mother, the man who had stained her childhood love and memories with blood and betrayal, she felt… nothing. And everything. All at once.Elora felt a storm brewed in her chest, violent and suffocating, hatred crawled through her veins like fire, scathing every cell in her body. Her heart pounded erratically as if it couldn't decide between shattering or bursting into flames. She could still hear the whimpers of that night, all over again, replaying so clearly and vividly like it happened the day before—the shaking legs of her mother pinned to the floor, the hands of her best friend pinning her legs, and the image of his father when he strangled her. The images

Kesler and Damien cheered to the moon, sitting beside each other at the well-covered round table. Every werewolf was in a celebratory mood; howls and low yips were indistinct to their ears as they were both concealed in their thoughts. A lot of werewolves have gathered at Kesler's pack to celebrate, including Damien, who looked forward to the day he'll rank higher, and werewolves would also come to his pack to celebrate the moon. " I can't shake him out of my mind, Damien," Kesler began, " the humiliation, his tone and eyes, I'm not going to let this go," " I already had the feeling it wasn't going to be easy, but never had the idea he was going to be that ridiculous," " He just didn't want to sell her, or he's just wanting to assert his domination and authority like he always does, that arrogant scum," Kesler gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, the thought of the humiliation causing his blood to boil each time he recollects. " Because of him, I can't seem to enjoy the night,