All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

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SIXTY ONE

EZRA’s POV (SOMETIME LATER) The night air grows colder and the rain begins to fall as I continue training in the open fields. At first, the rain falls like a whisper, soft, almost hesitant. Then slowly, it builds into a steady rhythm that drums against the earth and slicks the grass beneath my feet.The Sorceress has long since left the fields but I do not stop. Beneath the endless black of the sky, I keep moving, my breaths escaping in white puffs that vanish into the dark. My muscles ache and my body screams for rest but I welcome the burn.I raise the pole again, gripping it tightly between my now-calloused hands. The torn skin on my palms knits itself back together, only to split open again as I continue. No matter.Strike.Block.Pivot.Advance.Each motion is sluggish now, a battle against my own body. Still fractured, still weak.But I cannot aff
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SIXTY TWO

COLIN’s POV By the time I reach the Southlands, I am half-dead, sunburned and convinced I have sand in places sand should never be.Damn it. I stop and slap the grit off my ripped-up pants, taking the chance to give my balls a good scratch. They have been itching like hell, probably a truckload full of sand by now.The outpost stretches before me, a stubborn cluster of buildings clinging to life against the cracked, endless earth. The sky burns low like an angry orange overhead, casting everything in a feverish glow. Dust winds scrape along the ground, dragging tumbleweeds past my ankles.It looks like the kind of place where fights break out before noon and nothing good grows.Perfect.What did Ezra see in the Southlands anyway? He could have conquered the East, he could have conquered the West but nooo, he had to choose the Southlands where the rogues like to play.I drag my sorry, barefoot self
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SIXTY THREE

EZRA’s POV The cloth bag feels light in my hand, sagging just slightly against the bed as I toss the last of my meagre possessions inside. A battered watch, the one miracle that survived the fall off the cliff and a handful of beef jerky wrapped neatly in brown paper courtesy of Carrot.Little Carrot sits at the edge of the bed, her short legs swinging back and forth and the soles of her shoes scuffing against the wooden frame. She watches me with wide, expectant eyes, her cheeks a little smudged with dirt as if she had come running straight from the fields. And like a perpetually curious child, Carrot is fascinated with everything and asks questions endlessly.“What did you eat back at the Northlands?”“Why is your hair black and mine orange?”“Is this Alayna of yours very pretty?And finally, "Are you ever coming back?"I sling the bag over my shoulder, feeling the r
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SIXTY FOUR

ALAYNA’s POV “Wait!”The word shreds its way out of my throat and Wanda’s hand halts mid-air, the syringe hovering inches from my arm.Then, I sneeze.ACHOO!It explodes from me. My body jerks forward, my shoulder crashing lightly into the tray stand and droplets spray onto my mother’s face.They say time slows down when something important happens. It truly does.Wanda’s eyes go wide from the sudden onslaught of aerosol burst. Her face twists in disgust, her fingers twitch and the syringe slips from her grip, spiralling in the air before it crashes to the floor with a crisp, metallic ting. The sound lingers in the air, ringing like a struck bell, shrill and damning.Wanda’s face hardens, her lips press into a tight line, her nostrils flare and her painted eyes narrow into cold slits.“Brilliant,” she snaps, furious.Mira rushes f
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SIXTY FIVE

DRAKE’s POV Alayna slumps into my arms, all her strength gone and I catch her.Her head lolls against my chest, the cascade of red hair spilling across my forearm like fire set loose and for a second, I do not move. I just hold her, staring at the fragile curve of her lashes against her cheek.Alayna.My sweet Alayna. Limp and warm in my grasp, her breath ghosting against my collarbone. Finally, she has gone under, the bitter tang of that godforsaken resistance in her quieted. For now.I brush a strand of hair from her face. It clings to her lip like it does not want to let go. Neither do I, I want to hold her till the end of time.“How long before the drug takes effect?” I snarl, turning to Wanda.Wanda stands stiffly beside the chair, clutching her tray of vials like a shield. Her lips twitch a little and her eyes flick nervously between me and Alayna.“I
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SIXTY SIX

EZRA’s POV Welcome to the Northlands. I look up at the cliff that we climb. It should be raining, though a sudden downpour might slicken our climb, surely, it would cut the stench of corpses floating in the ocean beneath us. Corpses of people who once belonged to my pack, corpses of those who dared to stand against Drake, corpses of loved ones who join me now in this fight.How dare Drake massacre them? He had not even spared the old and the weak. I close my eyes and invoke a moment of silence on their behalf.This silence does not last.“Intruders! Sound the alarm! Inform Alpha Drake!”We have been noticed.“MOVE!” I roar, voice filled with fury. My warriors surge past me, their war cries echoing against the jagged cliffs. They move in precision, slaughtering every traitor who had sided with Drake.“Kill them!” One of Drake’s guards yells even
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SIXTY SEVEN

ALAYNA’s POV The world returns to me in fragments. Light bleeds through the heavy drapes, and my senses stir. First to the sting of antiseptic, then the cloying scent of perfume, and finally, something sour that lingers in the air like decay.My lashes flutter and a frown fleets across my face. I know this room. This is Wanda’s room.The realization clicks into place like the final pieces of a puzzle. I blink again, trying to push through the fog weighing down my mind.“Ugh…” I palm my head. Why does everything feels off-kilter, it is as if I have spun too many times.My last memory flickers and I recall Wanda’s voice. What was it that she said? Then I remember a needle. That is right, she said it was just vitamins. And there was Drake, kneeling in front of me, holding my hand. Mira was there too. I think I asked a question or two and Drake answered. Then… nothing.An
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