Semua Bab The Moonlight Affair : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter Thirty-one—Stay away(2) “Don’t be absurd.” I grunted heavily, deeply in need of a rest, “What do you want Dinah?” She frowned, those quizzical eyes of hers wandering deeply, “You’re acting weird. You’ve been acting weird. Did I do something wrong?” I shook my head , “I’ve just had a rough couple of— “Bacon grease.” “What?” “Bacon grease, pancakes and a plethora of all other feminine scent. Have you been in contact with a woman? I can practically smell her all over— “Master Asher has been in cohorts with a distant cousin of his, she’s a Luna from out of town. She’s visiting to see Midnight Bay.” I heard Reagan’s voice from behind me, almost plummeting to the floor to kiss those ever shiny boots of his. He always knew when to come in and save the day, especially when I really needed bailing out. Dinah’s right brow perked up, “I didn’t know you had a cousin.” “Distant.” I responded, “Now can I go to bed?” I wanted her to leave. I wanted h

Chapter Thirty-three—The Alpha is acting strange Five grand. Asher left me a Cheque of five thousand dollars. There was a tiny note in between it; “The painting.” I sighed deeply, remembering it all too well. Then a frown followed, as a the memories of our first night being so close played through my very own head. It was my best work yet—he was my best muse yet. I nipped my bottom lip as I folded the Cheque into my apron, must to less knowledge of Madeline. I returned to my job in the kitchen, taking orders, smiling at the customers, until night came. Madeline made a mention of me going straight home. I looked at the note in my pocket one last time, then I let out another sigh as I crumpled it up, before throwing it inside the garbage can right out back. My bicycle was miraculously parked right outside the diner, I grunted as I hopped on it, taking the ride straight home. I wasn’t going to Monsoon creek, not after what happened the last time. The horrif

Chapter Thirty-four— Acceptance I blinked, confusedly, “Aurora??” I heard her sniffle as she got off the bed, she walked over to my clothes, throwing it up on the bed, “You should get dressed. I have to be at the diner in— “No.” I shook my head, “Not until you tell me what’s going— “Nothing is going on Asher. I just need you to leave.” I stared at the painter, dumbfounded as to what was happening. She stood akimbo, still naked and tilted her chin, a beckon for me to get dressed. I frowned deeply, finally getting up from the bed as I put my clothes on. “Is your head okay?” I asked. She was acting irrational and yet I was still worried about her well-being. “My health is none of your business Ash— “You got hit by a truck!” I finally snapped, “Aurora I know you hate me right now but— “I don’t hate you!” She fired back, “I just…I just can’t be with you Asher! Whatever this is?? It has to stop!” “Whatever—“ I paused for a moment as my eyes narr

Chapter Thirty-Six—A dead end For the first time in all Twenty-seven years of living, I felt my heart stop. I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping, praying, that Dinah in front of me was just an illusion. But she wasn’t… She was standing right in front of me.. “What are you— “I followed you.” I frowned deeply. Surely there was no way she could’ve followed me without my knowledge, unless she masked her own scent. My eyes narrowed and I saw Regan’s special elixir, made to combat and hide a werewolf’s presence. My brows creased even deeper, wishing he’d never made the stupid thing. Clearing my throat, “You followed me?” She shrugged, “You were blowing me off.” “I wasn’t blowing you off.” My eyes wandered, hoping she wouldn’t notice, “I clearly set a boundary Dinah. I didn’t want to be disturbed and yet, here you are.” She let out a scoff, taking a seat down on the sand, the rumbling of the fast moving waters could be heard. Once it was a sound whic

Chapter Thirty-Eight I didn’t think twice before bolting like my life depended on it. Almost crying in the process as I jumped through the branches and twigs, my skirt was caught in one of the thorns which made me fall to the ground. I let out a sharp wince, seeing the blood ooze out of the fresh cut which appeared on my leg. I heard a howl, then another followed, resounding through the trees of the forest. My heart sank as I forced myself upright, dusting off the dirt on my skirt before I resumed running. Dinah, he called her. I could tell they were from the same pack. Mrs Ackerman lended me a book on Lycanthropy, the study of werewolves, and the only reason the other woman existed was probably because she was in his pack. They clearly looked like they had history, the look in her eyes wasn’t just one of shock but rather disdain and envy. She barely knew me and yet she wanted to kill me. I shook off the dirty thoughts as I kept on running until I reached the highway. I co