All Chapters of His Rogue Luna: Bound To The Midnight Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ LAYLA ~ I pull at the chains around my wrists again. Nothing. ”I see you’re awake.” His voice is deep and smooth, but there is something mocking in it. He chuckles. I don't react. I don’t say anything. Not yet. It is smarter to stay quiet for the meantime. At least until I know what is going on. I hear his footsteps approaching me slowly. They stop just as his figure steps into the soft pale yellow light now at the center of my cell. My breath catches in my throat. It is really him. Raelin Michaelson. The Midnight Alpha. I know it the second I see his face. I have seen pictures of him, but this is the first time in my life that I am physically seeing him up close. The powerful energy around him nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. The ‘M’ carved into the golden ring on his finger, and the pack symbol on his jacket, they all confirm what I feared. I am hanging in front of the one Alpha who would rather see a rogue like me dead than breathing. And the worst part? He i

~ LAYLA ~ Fucking little rascal. Raelin smiles. “Come on, Cupcake. I don’t have all day. Your secret is safe with me.” His voice sounds so gentle when he talks to the girl, like he is a completely different person. Even with her silly, annoying resistance, he is smiling—really smiling—at her. That smile stirs something deep inside me. I know it's the mate bond, but it is something warm and dangerously close to longing for him. The way he looks at the girl… it's gentle. Protective. And completely different from the cold, ruthless glares he has been shooting at me since the moment he walked in here. But now, seeing him this way, I am starting to wonder… maybe he is not completely heartless after all. Or maybe he is a two-faced asshole. But at least he is giving me water. A small mercy. That has to mean something, right? Maybe I’m not going to die down here just yet. I watch the little girl as she finally hands him the bottle. She looks about eight or nine years old, with soft as

~ RAELIN ~ Wes and I are about a hundred meters away from the water fountain in front of the Packhouse. And she is there. Another new problem of my day. I sigh deeply. Kira Gandall is the kind of person who loves drama. Ever since we were kids, I have known something about her wasn’t right. She enjoys seeing people in pain. She thrives in it. The huge packhouse towers ahead like it always does. It's more than a house. It’s a large estate, sitting on hectares of land as far as the eyes can see, and filled with top-level tech we got through our trades with humans and other packs. Kira has no reason to be here. As we approach, the guards nod at us. I nod back, distracted. My thoughts are already pulling me somewhere else. Back to the cell. Back to Layla. The rogue who has become a headache I didn’t ask for. I try not to think about her, but I can’t stop. She is like a bruise I can’t stop pressing. The storm in my chest won’t calm down. I’m angry, frustrated… and I feel something

~LAYLA ~ She is fucking gone. I unfold my arms, turn around, and head back to my bunk bed. Reaching it, I settle down on the bed. My fingers dig into the foam as I curse, venting out my pent-up desperation. “Fuck!” I am really trying so hard not to lose my mind in here, but I am realizing that the longer I stay in this cell, the harder it will be for me to hold onto the last strings left of my sanity. I hate this feeling. This feeling of always being trapped. Of being powerless and incapable of being free. And now, on top of that, a crazy shewolf is dying to rip me apart. Isn't that amazing? My stomach growls, still hungry, and I take a look at my supposed dinner. My fingers graze the soft crust of the loaf of bread on the plate. It is cold now. I pull back my fingers. My life is in danger in here. Anyone, especially that crazy shewolf, can easily slip poison into whatever food that will be brought to me. Thankfully, I know this precious food right in front of me is not p

~ RAELIN ~I am so going to fucking kill Wes after this.His offer, our supposed offer, still awaits Layla's response. Silence hovers above all three of us. Five of us to be exact.My Gamma Cal and his friend Derek are still waiting impatiently by the tree near us, their paws furiously scratching through the brown dirt on the forest floor.I feel their annoyance, because I understand it myself too. My mate here is so fucking stubborn, a trait I both love and hate at the same time.I can't deny that I don't love it more though. Back in the past when I was still desperate to find my mate, I had specifically told Selene that if she were to ever bless me with my mate, she shouldn't give me a liability.Babysitting a dumb Luna is much worse than fighting off a thousand mad rogues, and if I am to ever have my Luna, she must be willing to stand by my side and be fearless to point out my faults if any.I need a strong worthy Luna who won’t just cling to my every word and decisions like I am s