Semua Bab Alora: My Hybrid Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Alora’s POVThe nausea and headaches always felt manageable each time Morgan was near. This morning was the best I've had in a long while because Morgan had been with me all night and even this morning. After the study incident, he was more clingy and present than he had ever been. It felt like everywhere I turned, he was there. Today was the first meeting of the committee in charge of the mating ceremony, and it was mandatory for me and Morgan to attend.I sat in my vanity chair, trying to tie my hair into a ponytail. I needed to dress well and composed, maybe then I will feel like my old self.I used to love getting dressed, picking out clothes that made me feel like me. Lately, though, every time I pull something from the closet, it feels like it doesn’t belong to me anymore, like someone went and stitched it a size smaller just to remind me my body isn’t the same.I sat there staring at myself in the mirror. I looked different, I felt different.I frowned and stood up, looking a

Alora’s POVIt was the largest engagement party the Bloodfang pack had seen in years. The halls of the Crescent Moon estate glowed with lanterns strung high across the rafters, chandeliers dripping with crystals that shone down on the polished carpet floor. The middle was laid in red carpet and every part of the room hummed with chatter as representatives of packs within the region arrived.I was dressed in a shimmering sequin red dress, a gift from Morgan, and my hair was tied up, and some tendrils left to cascade down my face, while Morgan was dressed in a black Armani suit tailored specially for the occasion.Every Alpha and Luna who mattered had answered the summons. They arrived with their escorts and guards, carrying a little gift to mark the occasion.I forced myself to smile when I needed to, to nod politely when someone approached. My cheeks already ached from it.The first faces I welcomed with relief belonged to Mike, Phoebe, and Ryan. I had the time to tell them about my e

Harry’s POVThe moment Violet had walked up to me, I would have said no to her. My wolf had been restless from the moment she had walked through the halls of Bloodfang pack, but I had not heeded the warning signs.I went ahead and let her do whatever she liked because, somehow, she still had that power over me. I recalled how Chloe had bolted out the door, her face a mask of hurt and pain and my insides twisted. I had promised I would not hurt her again.I shoved Violet away. She stumbled with a scoff, smirking even as I bolted towards Chloe in the near darkness. I caught sight of her just as she ran into the gardens.“Chloe, wait!” My voice broke as it carried into the night.She whirled when I caught up, her eyes blazing through a sheen of tears. Leave me alone!” moving farther into the flowerbeds.I stopped just a few feet away from her. “Chloe, it wasn’t what it looked like…”“Oh, spare me the line, Harry,” she gave a short, bitter laugh. “I watched you. You let her touch you.

Morgan’s POVThe chamber erupted in chaos the instant the impostor healer lunged for Alora. My instincts roared, but another figure moved faster.Chloe.She moved at the speed of light, and before I knew what was going on, she was in front of the Marwen, claws protruding, fangs out. She snarled at her, seizing her by the hair and yanking her backwards so hard, a strangled cry that sounded like that of a witch broke out of her lungs. Alora gasped, curling into herself on the bed, shaking from the after effect of her retching.“Get away from her!” Chloe spat, dragging the woman across the floor like she weighed nothing. Her claws nicked the witch’s scalp, a lone streak of blood running down her neck.Before our very eyes, the healer’s form shimmered, her body breaking apart like smoke in Chloe’s grip. Then she vanished into thin air, leaving a stench of sulfur in the air.“Goddess! What is this creature? I murmured, unable to believe I had let that into our room, to touch my mate. W

Alora’s POVThe day for my mating ceremony had finally come.There were an array of gowns with colorful patterns to choose from. I struggled with making a decision until my eyes caught one.It was a purple-colored plain lace gown that accentuated my figure and complimented the color of my skin. The gown shimmered under the soft light, purple threaded with silver that only I could bear against my skin.There were also different displays of jewelry, but the silver necklace with hoop earrings was all I saw.Chloe had come in early to help with my make-up and also help me dress up.She stood behind me, his eyes radiating warmth and happiness. “You look like a goddess, Luna,” she said softly.“I feel like one,” I breathed.Chloe wore a sheer silver dress that clung to her exotic curves.As we walked out of the room, Jones was waiting on the balcony.On sighting me, his eyes lit up, and he walked close with a wide grin on his face, followed by Mike, whom I noticed frequented the packhouse a