Semua Bab BLOODLINE OF THE MOON : Bab 111 - Bab 120

LYRA'S POVMy fist hurts as I pounded violently against Jake's chest. "Open that damn cage, Jake! Let him out!" I yelled, my voice came out rough with rage. Each word hitched with sharp breaths, my nails clawing at his shirt like they could peel reason into his heart. "You had no right! You can't just lock him up like an animal!" I kept thrashing and telling.Jake stood still, wincing from each hit I threw at him. Not a step backward. One would think he was planted at the spot. He clenched his jaw so tight that the muscles of his head twitched. His chest was rising and falling, but not in rhythm with mine. No words from him. Just utter silence that infuriated me even more."Say something! Do something! Don't you dare keep quiet on me, staring at me like I was some barking dog!" I yelled right in his face. So much, I bet he would have samples of my saliva in his eye.Then, with a suddenness that snapped me back, his hand clamped around my arm. Not harshly, but firm to keep me still. "E

JAKE’S POV"She's gone?" The news struck me like a sting from a fire ant. No! The maid must be out of her mind or something. I just left my mother an hour ago before coming down here. She was down, yeah! But not...not death. I scraped my seat backwards, scrambling up with my eyes popping out of their sockets in disbelief.“Damon, take Caspian back to his cell,” I said through clenched teeth, my eyes meeting Lyra as she stood breathless, racing off ahead of me. “How about...” Damon tried to speak, but I wasn't willing to listen to anything right now.“Now,” I barked at himHe nodded sharply, grabbing Caspian by the arm. Lyra was already ahead of me. I ran as fast as my legs could sprint, brushing off and pushing aside anybody who stood in my way."No..no...no, this better not be true," I whispered under my heavy breath, my heart drumming like a war drum into my ears.The door to her room was already open, and I barged into it, not pausing to knock like before. I was brought to a halt

ELDER GREGORY’S POV“What the hell did you just say?” Jake barked at me, his tone dripping venom- I was sure he would have punched my face if I were a younger version of me. “Give me a reason why I should believe any word you just said to me?” he continued. “My mother never kept anything from me. So tell me why I should believe what you,” Jake spat, banging the table in front of me.I hesitated, allowing him to vent his frustration. “Look here Jake, all I did was respect your parents' wishes! All I did was be the loyal Beta to your father, Alpha Julian! It wasn't my place to spill the beans here. Get that straight!” I rose to my feet, returning the aura. I stared him squarely in the face, setting things straight.I watched as the rage in Jake’s eyes flickered at that point giving way for brokenness to surface. His shoulder collapsed as he slumped back into his seat. “Look here man, I understand what it feels right now for you figuring this out. But I can’t sit back and watch a war e

DAMON’S POV“Thank you so much, sir. I'd get the shipments out tomorrow morning, so it would get to seaports on or before 9 a.m.,” I responded to Jake, putting together the paperwork of our client’s coal order.“Alight, Damon, I am super exhausted. I'd be retiring for the day. Endeavor to let me know when you send them out to the seaport tomorrow,” Jake said in a low tone, sluggishly pulling his suit jacket along with him.I hurriedly cleared the table, leaving to do one last security check before heading home. The moon was out, though not bright, but enough to cast dim light in the dark. I made my way to the courtyard as I strolled to the security post, when I heard hushed voices coming from the corner.Who are those? And why are they gathered there gossiping instead of carrying out their routine sweep check across the pack house? That should be Charlie's voice I'm hearing. Perhaps, he is giving them instructions as one of the head security guards in the pack.I shrugged it off, abou

DON CARLITO’S POVToday, the clouds were pouring down on us. The endless sparks and flashes of the lightning, followed by the incessant drum rolls of thunder strikes, took over the morning here in Draymoor. I sat in my study, leaning backward in my collapsible chair, my legs crossed on the table, swirling with a glass of alcohol in my left hand while a thin smoke from my cigarette, fixed in between my fingers on the right, curled upward before disappearing into the air.I watched as beads of rain slid down the window. Tall trees far beyond dancing to the tune of the wave. All these did little to calm the storm in my mind. Every second that passed, I lost millions of dollars to Marcos Gonzalez, and it hurts.How can I possibly tie all the loose ends? What could have even caused all these? I have the best of men in this, nothing could go wrong. I can't afford for this deal to go wrong.“Aemond!” My thoughts finally broke through my throat in a slow whisper. Though we are working togeth