Semua Bab The Moonlight Affair : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Fifty-One—The Alpha’s Baby(2) “You just had to sleep with the whore didn’t you?” Reagan murmured minutes later after Dinah left. I frowned deeply, “You know better than to disparage an innocent woman in front of me. Your old age should’ve taught you something old man.” He scoffed, his healing warp suddenly disappoint from my legs. It didn’t matter anyway as my healing tissues had already repaired, speeding up the healing process. In a few minutes I would have been back to normal, almost like I wasn’t shot in the first place. “Innocent?” He chuckled softly, “I found out her name. Aurora Thompson isn’t it?” My brow arched, “Yes?” “Do you even know whose child she is?” My brow perking even higher “Be fast about this, I need to go get Dinah before she gets herself in trouble again.” “She’s a Thompson. The one who killed your father.” The news landed like a sharp blow to my face. I stumbled a little, almost breaking one of the fine china beh

Fifty-three—The Alpha’s Baby(4) The air was thick with dust as I made my way down the creaking wooden stairs, I couldn’t help but hear the thunderous steps from above. I strained my ears, hoping to pinpoint their location but it was all over the place. They were here. The pack. They were here to kill me.I frantically pushed away the boxes of probably old clothes and books to make room for myself, I hid in a corner, hoping Mrs Ackerman was okay wherever she was. Their grows grew louder, not one, but multiple, echoing through the walls of her house. I held onto my breath, one wrong move and they would know where I was hiding. The wooden floorboards from under me seemed to creak with every movement, I cursed silently, wishing I had just stayed back at the cabin. **ASHER** “Stay back.” The old woman pointed her gun at me. I raised my hands, despite my claws already pronged out in surrender. She looked distraught, seeing the yellow gleam in my eyes, fo

Fifty-Five—A damning betrayal “Don’t call me that.” “Rory?” “You have no right to call me that either.” “You shot me.” “You deserved it.” I hoped he wouldn’t sense how my heart was racing. Slowly I got up and walked towards him, I was scared, terrified of what he was going to do to me, but I wasn’t a coward. I was tired of hiding. If he wanted to kill me then so be it. An awkward silence ensued between us both. I simply let out a sigh and shrugged, “Do it then.” His brow arched, “Do what?” “Kill me.” I muttered, my voice bitter, “I mean I shot you didn’t I? Kill me. It’s your re— “I know you think I betrayed you. I know I betrayed you, I broke your trust.” He paused, his eyes glowering in the dark prominently, “Do you really think I have it in me to kill??” I shrugged, “You’re a werewolf. It’s in your nature.” I heard a sharp growl and before I knew it, he’d pinned me to the walls. His breath was hot, I finally got to s

Fifty Seven—Run…Run..Run His presence was suddenly electrifying, his power filled with air with raw aura and primal fear, and yet I stood head fast. I wasn’t faltering. Reagan, the meek healer I had grown up with, now with a dominance that was unmistakeable. His body began to contort, but not in a way a normal werewolf should. I could hear the ripple of his muscles from under his corded skin, his eyes no longer radiated that blue but rather a fierce yellow on one eye, red on the other. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. His face elongated into a snout, his teeth sharpened as his fangs protruded. His hands hard morphed into long paws, and yet he still stood like a human. The transformation wasn’t over. He grew exponentially in size, reaching the ceiling of the old woman’s home. The pores on his skin started to give way for his fur, it was different from the first time we fought. He was a grey hound now, with two colored eyes, and a long snout. He towe

Fifty-Nine—The Growing Shelter(2)**MRS ACKERMAN** I found myself in the town clinic by the time I opened my eyes. I turned around to find a couple of officers next to my bed, the town’s sheriff with his arms folded and looking sternly. I thought I was dead. The Alpha didn’t kill me apparently. “Mrs Ackerman.” The Sheriff muttered, “Care to explain why your home is in disarray?” I snorted. Aurora was probably safe, I shrugged, “I don’t get what you mean officer.” He frowned deeply, “Your neigbors heard a ruckus coming from your home. Almost like a huge fight was happening. Witnesses also claimed to have heard howls??” “They were dogs.” I replied, staring blankly, “Wild dogs.” “Still doesn’t account for the noise. Your house had the whole street clamoring in fear Mrs Ackerman.” Wolves, packs, an Alpha and his mate. I told them the whole story for the hour, leaving them speechless. My reputation for being a crazy old woman was well into play. The she