Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mute Luna Bride : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

AUTHOR’S POVSelene watched the door slam shut with a resounding bang that seemed to shake the very pillars of the room, including her soul. Her lean fingers clenched the tangled sheets at her waist, while her fury twisted inside her like a blade in the stomach. To think her husband was still dreaming of her! Her mute, good for nothing, step sister! She hadn’t worked her entire life to be Kael Stormrider’s Luna only to have her sister haunt his very essence. Selene’s jaw tightened. No. This had to stop. She swung her legs out of bed, snatching up the nearest robe and yanking it around herself with quick motions. Kael hadn’t even spared her a second glance. He hadn’t seen the hurt flashing across her face or the way her fists had trembled with the urge to slap sense back into him. If only she could slap him without being at risk of losing her head. She was his wife after all, and was to be to him what her father had been to his—commander of his army, even if he hadn’t bestowed th

ELORA THE GODS BE DAMNED. Peering into Ryker’s eyes, my skin tingled from being so close to him. It was the closest we had ever been. I could smell him. Earth, leather, chamomile leaves, and something that made my teeth ache with need. Sierra stirred within me, restless. She pressed against the fragile walls of my control. She was desperate for her mate, I knew it. But I had to fight her. I had to fight her and win if I was going to survive Ryker Veylard.He seemed as though he had no intention to move. His gaze was locked on mine with equal intensity. I should have known there was a reason Sierra had been so restless, itching for a run, and towards the river at that. At the tent, the heat of the night refused to let me sleep. Sweat poured out from every single pore in my body. I took a bath almost three times, but it didn’t stop the heat in my insides. That was the one that tortured me the most. A strange fire had spread low in my body. It was sharp, and made my bones ache. R

KaelMy father had his mistress with him on the night I sought to talk about my nightmares. It had become a part of his daily routine to bring his foreign whores into his bed. Now that he no longer had responsibilities to the pack, and I had taken over his throne. I returned to my room and made sure to visit him when he was interested in dealing with real world affairs. Thank the goddess, he was finally caught in his smoking room, where he loved to polish his weapons and smoke. It was no surprise to me that the room smelled of steel and smoke.Still, I hated it.The heavy stone walls pressed in on me as I stood before my father, Kranos, and his beta, Varek. Varek Valewind still functioned as the grand commander of my father’s army. They were tied up in a conversation when I stormed in. My father looked up from his table with a raised brow. “Son.” “Father,” I turned to Varek. “General.” He gave me a courtesy bow, which I returned. “My dreams have worsened,” I said, voice rou

ELORA Both our gazes snapped in the direction of the cry. Across the fire, a figure crumpled to the ground. Everyone around the fire screamed and scattered into several parts as the figure became even clearer. He had blood pouring from the gash in his gut. Behind him, shadows poured from the darkness as rogues, snarling and howling like demons unleashed from the deepest, darkest parts of hell. In the blink of an eye, Ryker was gone. He rushed to the center, summoning his warriors behind him. “we’re under attack! Warriors, fall behind me now!” I watched him turn to Odessa.“Take the women and children into the woods, now! Hide them, make sure they would not be seen! They must not be found no matter what,” his voice cracked as he sniffed in. Was that a tear from the great Ryker Veylard? “Please. They all have to survive. Please.” She nodded and called on the women and children to gather around her. Ophelia offered to stay back to make sure she could heal the wounded soldiers w

AUTHOR In the former beta’s quarters in the Stormrider pack, the heavy oak doors slammed open with a crash that shook the stone walls. Athlea, his wife and mother of the Luna, stormed into the great hall, her blood red robe clung to her curvy body like a second skin. By the hearth, Varek sat slouched in a carved chair, swirling a goblet of dark wine lazily between his fingers as he stared outside the window. He didn’t notice her step in. He should have heard from the leader of the mercenaries by now. They were yet to return with Elora’s head to claim their reward money. “Old man!” Athlea roared, but Varek didn’t flinch at his wife’s rude entrance. In fact, he barely looked up.It was typical of her. Athlea’s lip curled in disgust as she crossed the room, her boots striking sharp against the cold floor.In her hand, she clutched a bloodied scroll. “You sit here and drink,” she hissed, throwing the scroll at his feet, “while everything falls to pieces at our feet, and under our