All Chapters of Alora: My Hybrid Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alora’s POV“What is it?” Morgan asked, tightening his grip on my hand.Harry slowly lowered the phone from his ear, his eyes showing confusion and disbelief.“We’ve been attacked.”“What! By who? Where was Jones”? Morgan asked, his face contorting in anger.“Jones didn't say. Apparently he was busy, and he said he had been trying to mindlink you to no avail.”“Shit! I forgot to open the pack’s mindlink after the meeting. We need to leave now” he replied before turning to me.“Chula, go inside, we need to leave now”Without waiting for my reply, he held my hand and began to move.I struggled to free myself from his tight grip. His brows furrowed in a questioning gaze.“I’m coming with you,” I said in a firm voice.His brows shot up in disbelief. “No, you are not. It's not safe”I gulped, trying to feign bravery. “I said I’m coming with you,” I snapped.I didn't know I was screaming until Selene came out of the house with Leo on tour, looking confused and concerned.“Alora, what's the

Violet's POVI was in the infirmary room receiving treatment for my gunshot wounds when Morgan walked in with Harry and some of the guards.Lucien had done too much damage to my flesh, even more than we had discussed, but it was worth everything. I was a scorned woman, and I was ready for any consequence that followed as long as I exacted my revenge.I was Violet Sinclair and I take it personally when I am being treated as a fool or an option. I wasn't an option, even when my father made me one. I didn’t get crushed. I adapted. I was manipulated. And I conquered.And tonight, I played the victim.My wolf had begun to heal me, but no one knew that. I needed to create enough ruckus, so nobody would suspect what was at play.Immediately, I watched them through the window making their way in. My scream echoed loud enough to shake the foundations of the packhouse, and startling the nurses hovering around me.By the time Morgan rushed in, I had slid to the floor, and laid crumpled in the po

Morgan's POVIt had been a week since the attack on the packhouse, and we were still struggling a bit with the impact it had had on us. For someone who carried Alpha blood, her recovery was oddly slow. Still, she’d used the time to do what she did best, draw attention, soak in sympathy, and make herself the centerpiece of attention. Each time I tried to talk to her about us, about my mate, it always ended the same way. Her turning the tables, and me feeling like the villain.But not this time.I was done walking on eggshells. I needed answers.I found her in her room. She opened the door before I could knock twice, her smile already loaded with intent.“Hey Alpha” she said in a sultry voice. "You look better," I said. My eyes, accessing her from head to toe. She was glowing, and her scent was stronger than normal. She wore a purple nightwear that left little or nothing to the imagination. I could feel myself responding to the subtle seduction brewing beneath the surface. I gulped

Alora’s POVI stepped out onto the sidewalk as a chill ran down her spine. I could feel eyes watching me in the dark. It was so intense that I had to look around, scanning the empty streets, but I didn't see anything suspicious.All of a sudden, a taxi came to a stop in front of me. I hailed it down.“The Marlowe” I said, giving him the name of Mike’s family restaurant.The driver nodded, and I stepped into the backseat, the leather cold and sticky against my skin. Then the driver moved.Immediately, I got in, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since morning.A few minutes later, the driver pulled into The Marlowe restaurant, and the aroma of freshly cooked food greeted me.I opened the door and walked in. The diner was not busy, just a handful of customers waiting around for their orders.I walked over to where Mike was behind the counter, his back turned. “Hey Mike” I whispered.He turned over, and when he saw me, his face split up in a warm smile.“Look what th

Alora's POVI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing non-stop on top of my bedside table. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and groped around until I got a hold of it. I stared at the screen until the phone stopped ringing.Morgan had already given me four missed calls.Where was he when I called him last night? I rolled my eyes, and looked around. Leo had woken up and gone back to his room. I padded barefoot to the bathroom to freshen up and go to school. Immediately I stepped foot in the bathroom, my phone began to ring again. I stared at it, my thumb hovering over the screen, but I hit decline. If he could ignore me when I needed him most, he could wait too.I was about to head to the bathroom again when my message tone beeped.I huffed in frustration and opened it. Morgan: Why aren't you answering your phone? I hissed.Another messageMorgan: Answer your phone!Morgan: I don’t know why you’re avoiding me, but I need you to f**king talk to me here. Morgan: What the hell is go