Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ALAYNA’s POV I stand in front of a full-length mirror and stare at my reflection.Before me is a beautiful young woman with luscious raven hair that cascades down to her waist. Emerald eyes frame her oval face and she is graced with succulent red lips. She is beautiful, but she does not feel that way.My eyes trail down to my body, now fully dressed now in a midnight gown with a plunging neckline and slit at the hem that hikes up to my thighs. The fabric clings to my body like second skin and I do not like it. It feels as if it was made with lust in mind, as if someone measured every inch of me while I was unconscious.The thought makes my skin crawl.I am just about to peel off the gown when a knock comes at the door.The maid, the same one from before enters. Her eyes narrow at me when she realizes what I am about to do.“Luna, this was your favourite dress.”&

ALAYNA’s POV Drake does not look at me when he speaks.“I wasn’t born in the Nightwalker pack.”I blink. Is he not the Alpha of the Nightwalker pack?Drake proceeds to wipe off more of the dust, dragging the sleeves of his shirt along the frame to brush off the dust and decay.“I wasn’t even raised there,” he says quietly. “This is where I grew up.”I look around the room, bewildered. It is hard to imagine an Alpha growing up in this place, it barely feels alive.His voice is sharp when he continues. “Twenty-six years ago, a young omega was sold to Nox, the son of Alpha Orion.”The name Nox makes something cold run down my spine. I do not know why, perhaps it is better that I do not.“He used her. Night after night. Like a toy he could break and fix and break again.”Drake turns slightly and in the dim ligh

ALAYNA’s POV It is well past midnight by the time I reach my bedroom. The corridor is silent, save for the gentle creak of floorboards beneath my bare feet. The air is heavy with the sharp tang of chlorine—overpowering and unnatural. It clings to the walls, seeps into the floorboards and saturates the very air I breathe as if someone doused the entire mansion in it, desperately trying to scrub away something they did not want found. The scent turns my stomach now and I am beginning to loathe it.Perhaps I am thinking too much. Perhaps the smell is not that bad. I blame it on what happened earlier by the lake. Why could I not reciprocate Drake’s feelings? I feel like a failure as his Luna.With a sigh, I push the heavy bedroom door open with a soft click.And freeze.She is sitting by the fireplace.Wanda.The flickering flames throw long, clawed shadows across the walls, stretching behi

Dear reader,As with the previous chapter, this section also contains potentially triggering material, including manipulation, obsession and physical abuse. Please take care as you read. DRAKE’s POV The room is quiet, save for the crackle of the fireplace and the rhythm of her breathing. Alayna’s lush body is pressed against mine, my cock pinned to her lower back. One of my arms wraps around her as her chest rises and falls in a steady cadence. She looks peaceful. Unaware. Vulnerable.‘Mother fucker, she has no idea what we did to her,’ my wolf snarls.I reach out, tracing a fingertip along the curve of her bare breast. Her pebbled nipple tells me that even in her sleep, she is still in heat. The tranquillizer has yet to wear off but I have a feeling it will soon though.I should leave. I should keep my distance. But I have never been able to resist her, not truly.I

EZRA’s POVIt is near midnight and a full moon hangs low over the open fields beside the Sorceress' hut. The pale glow of the moonlight turns the grass into a sea of silver blades and the air shimmers faintly with drifting lights lazily circling the edges of the field.I stand shirtless in the clearing and barefoot on the cool earth, breathing hard, wielding a pole in my hands. It is a simple branch, stripped of bark and polished by use until it feels like an extension of my body. And as I move, my muscles scream in protest and beads of sweat roll down my back. Every swing, every pivot, every slash in the wind sends a searing pain through my very being but it is a pain that I welcome. Pain is a language I understand, pain means I am alive and that my body is working fucking hard to heal itself.“Do not stop, continue training,” the Sorceress orders.She sits nearby with legs crossed in perfect stillness, her dark hair fa