บททั้งหมดของ THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Alpha Alder stood upright with his arms crossed behind his back, his fur cloak falling across his shoulders.He met the arrogant gaze of the man in front of him.Ronan Thorne was a man who thought himself an Alpha, but Alder could see right through him. Ronan wasn’t even a man yet. He was a kid, an unblooded who thought himself to be better than alphas.This wasn’t the first time that Alder had met wolves like Ronan before. They were all bark and no bite. He knew how to handle them.A smile tugged at the corner of Alder’s lips as he watched Ronan try to stay composed. The kid might have thought that he was acting unaffected, but Alder could see directly through him. He could see the doubt in the eyes of the kid, he could feel the kid’s hunger for power.In a way, the kid kind of reminded Alder of his youth.“Alpha Alder.” Ronan bowed again, speaking up and breaking the silence between the two men. “I’d love to thank you again for attending to us.”“You are welcome, Ronan.” Alpha Alder

Lyra breath caught, her eyes widened as she tilted her head and followed the arm up towards the powerful and firm grip and then towards the broad chest before spotting the dark eyes of Lucien Vine staring at her. "Where the hell did he come from?” she thought as shivers ran down her spine,Her heart beat faster as she held her breath. She had been alert, she had checked the cottage, even enhanced her senses, but she still had no idea that he was there.She took a deep breath and met his gaze.Lucien wasn’t smiling.She pushed the shock and fear she felt down within her, anger pulsed through her veins as she realized that it was the cripple.His immense size and aura had temporarily made her forget that he was weak now. He was a cripple who probably couldn’t walk. She was safe.That was what she believed.After assuring herself that Lucien would not be able to do anything to her, her righteous anger came back.Now it wasn’t just anger at the stillblood for daring to talk to her, she w

Aria walked through the busy market of the clawhold with a smile on her face. Snowflakes fell around her, the storm blowing her cloak almost off her body.The whispers were back and louder than ever. The news of the Vine Clawhold being allies had now made their rounds, so more people were interested in Aria.Aria could not hear any one of the whispers. She was like a cloaked storm.Gone was the little girl who used to flinch at every curse, gone was the Aria who used to bow her head whenever she walked among werewolves. Gone was the Aria who always whispered, always kept her voice low because she didn’t want to offend anyone.Today, as she walked out of the market and towards the servant’s quarters, she kept her head high and her shoulders squared.She didn’t flinch nor did she avert her gaze whenever she met anyone. Her expression was so serious that every servant or werewolf she passed turned around and gave her a second, more serious glance.Whispers followed her wherever she passe

Lucien tapped his cane rhythmically on the floor as he walked towards the large open gates of a castle that, just a couple of years ago, was once his.The loud sound of his cane tapping on the stone floor, echoed across the castle like warning bells.For the first time in years, the guards stationed by the gates bowed as Lucien walked through them.Just a couple of days ago, all of them had pretended not to see Lucien whenever he moved. Now that the news of his encounter with Varion had spread, he was beginning to not just be feared but also respected.He limped across the corridors of the hallways with his mind clouded and lost in thoughts. He had not walked these corridors in years, and he was glad that everything was just as he remembered.Lucien had been avoiding the castle, not because it reminded him of the power he had lost. No, he had been avoiding the castle because it reminded him of the Luna he had lost.Even now, as he walked through the corridor, he could still feel the e

Lucien ran.The snow blew past his cloak and bit into his skin.He didn’t feel it. In fact, he couldn’t even feel anything else at the moment other than fear.He had lost a mate once, and he had been permanently scarred after that. Lucien was not going to allow history to repeat itself.He was going to save Aria even if it cost him his life. So he disregarded everything, the pain that wrecked his body, the shivers that ran down his spine every time he placed his weight on his shattered legs, everything was pushed down.Only the thought of Aria remained.Snow crunched loudly beneath his booth as he rushed out of the castle, his legs screamed with every step – both legs. The stride he took was a stark reminder to his body of the damage he had taken that night, the damage he had never healed from.But once again, he pushed it all down. Pain meant nothing to him now. Only love.His breath came out in rough short bursts as he rushed through the market to the loud stares of the traders, his