Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S BLOOD MOON BRIDE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1ISLAMy heart sank as the green porcelain vase slipped from my hands and crashed to the ground shattering into pieces.I heard the sound of the whip before it landed with a sting on my back and I clenched my teeth and wrapped my hands around my head to protect it."Wretched being!" The guard spat as he whipped me over and over again causing me to writhe like a snake in pain."All you bring is bad luck. You're a curse! A curse!""Please don't tell my father," I cried out on my knees as I tried to dodge the whip and also save myself from the wrath of my father.A nasty snarl appeared on the face of the guard as I begged. "I definitely will tell him. He needs to know that you're still cursing this pack with your presence and that you will soon doom us all!" "Please I beg you!" I wailed both from the searing pain of the whip and the thought of my father's reaction to hearing the report. I could already see his face twist with hate at me and tears burned at the corner of my eyes

ISLAI had woken up to find myself in the arms of a stranger. I screamed and tried to run away but he held me."Where am I? What am I doing here?" My panicked eyes roamed around the room trying to take my surroundings?"Who are you?" I demanded, my eyes locked on his red eyes."You are in the Black Moon pack and you are here to be my bride," he answered flatly.I stared at him, my mouth agape, unable to comprehend what I had just heard. Surely, I had misheard him. This must be some cruel jest. “Bride?” My voice came out hoarse and broken, the single word heavy with disbelief. “Yes,” he said, his blood-red eyes watching me with an intensity that made my already fragile heart lurch. “You belong to me now.” I scrambled away from him, pressing myself against the headboard of the luxurious bed as if I could disappear into it. My body screamed in protest, every wound, every torn muscle, every broken bone reminding me that I had no strength to resist. “I don’t—” My voice cracked. “I

ISLAWhat was that for? You could have killed her!" Luca yelled at Zane, reprimanding him.Zane's breathing was labored and heavy, his body trying so hard to handle the rage that was shaking his body and my body trembled in response out of fear. "Are you okay?" Luca had dropped down on his knees by my side as he spoke to me.I quickly turned my arm over, hiding the red mark that had just burnt into my flesh announcing my first target and dooming my heart."I'm fi–fine," I stammered before my eyes flicked up to Zane. A deep fear lodged itself in my throat at the sight of his red eyes burning hot like two coals ignited by hate. I could not stand to see the hate in his eyes and so I lowered mine and my right hand went up to my throat, rubbing where Zane’s fingers had nearly broken my neck.I could not believe it was those same hands that had saved me from dying at my father's hands just two days back that had almost subjected me to the same fate.I had come to understand that it was my

ISLA"You must be hungry," the delicious aroma of roasted rabbit wafted through my nose as Luca thrust a piece of the meat to my face. My stomach growled in response and I bowed my head in embarrassment as I reached for the meat.I gulped the meat hungrily, ripping the warm, tender flesh from the little bones– my teeth and tongue fighting to have a taste of the meat in my mouth."Who are you exactly?" Luca asked and I suddenly realized that he was still there. I had been so focused on the meat that I had totally forgotten him.My teeth had stopped moving as I slowly met his eyes looking down at me."Your identity is really a cause for concern. Especially those eyes of yours," he explained.and I lowered my eyes from his, suddenly feeling so self conscious at them."Zane thinks you're a witch and would love to have your head as a trophy it is be–""I am not a witch!" My voice was tense and so was my entire body."You've mentioned that before. So who are you? And what were you running aw

ZANEI jerked up from sleep, my right hand jumping to my throat where my fingers curled around it as my eyes which were wide awake frantically scanned the entire area. Seeing nothing in sight, my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed as I slowly lowered myself back to the ground. Panting, I gently rubbed my neck as I replayed the dream I just had in my head. I had dreamt that a dagger had been held against my neck, slowly slicing into the flesh as blood flowed freely from it. I tried to free myself from my killer's grasp but the more I struggled, the more I was bound. I tried to see my killers face but a bright light covered the face and I was left uncertain about their identity.The dream had felt so real that I could still feel the cold sharpness of the dagger tingling my neck and the raw pain I felt as it sliced through.I looked at the moon and from its waning shine I knew that it would soon be daylight and so I closed my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep but it was impossible