Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Rose’s POV:More screams filled the clearing as the snow was dyed completely red with blood.The smoke was getting closer.At the other edge of the clearing, Rose could already spot some humans doubling over and coughing.The screams came again and this time, it snapped her back to attention.She turned around and rushed off, her legs burning with every single step she took as she carried Lucille through the snow.Behind her, the screams were unending.She had already forseen the outcome of the fight between the gamma wolves and the lone lycan. She couldn’t even call it a fight.It was a massacre.Even as she ran away, she could still distinctively hear the sound of flesh being torn apart.She turned her head back, just slightly, just enough to see if the fight was over.And she immediately regretted it.The lone lycan still towered over all the other wolves who were trying to stop him. Around him some convulsing bodies littered the ground. The head of a wolf lay crushed underneath hi

Aria blinked, her eyes narrowed as she locked on the distant figure of her friend, “What is Rose doing here?” she thought as her gaze locked on the young woman standing around the chaos and gore in the middle of the clearing. But what really caught her attention though, wasn’t the human itself. It was the weave. It changed. The weave seemed to curl and shimmer around her. The strands of light coiled around the air and seemed to form beautiful patterns on her skin. This wasn’t the first time Aria had used weaver’s sight on Rose, but this was the first time she had ever seen the weave behave in an entirely new manner. The strands twisted into patterns that not only crisscrossed Rose but were also present in the old woman by her side. For a moment, Aria forgot everything else as she stared at the weave. She forgot the blood, the screams of fear, even the smoke. The weave danced for them – both of them. Is Rose… a weaver? That thought crossed her mind and refused to leave. She co

Aria smiled,With every single breath she took, the copper taste of blood clung to her tongue. Her weaver’s sight was gone, not because she was unable to keep it on, but because she didn’t want to. She didn’t need to see the silver strands anymore to understand the devastation and death around her.Now that the fight was over, she could not help feeling a little sad at the blood, gore and destruction that they had caused.Her mate, Lucien, stood in the center of the clearing in lycan form, his massive body painted crimson from his muzzles to the paw. Even partially shifted, he still towered over every single one of the wolves.She turned her gaze away from her mate and focused on the crowd. She subtly nodded as her eyes passed through Rose. She could already tell by the conflicting emotions in the gaze of her friend that she had some questions. As she focused on the werewolves they had just saved, she noticed something odd, something she hadn’t quite picked up till now.They were all

Marcus’s POV:The world was still burning when Aria and Lucien walked out of the thick smoke.And that was when Marcus first saw them. The moment he had felt the aura, his instincts had screamed at him to run, to leave, but he didn’t.He was not going to make a decision until he saw them.And when he did, his eyes narrowed into very thin slits.The air was thick with the arid scent of burnt flesh, blood and fur. The sounds of battle still echoed in the distance as some of the wolves failed to spot the alphas in time.In moments, every other person in the field saw the two figures emerge from the heart of the smoke.And the world held its breath.The two mates moved with the calm confidence of predators who were sure they were in the midst of prey. Lucien’s smooth gait and magnetic walk drew the eyes of anyone who saw him. While, the white wolf moved with a confidence he could not quite quantify.Marcus noticed that most of the Vine warriors immediately recognized Lucien’s wolf form; o

Aria stood by Lucien’s side, her white fur a stark contrast to his midnight black fur. Her eyes narrowed as the Marcus ran, panic and fear etched into his very posture. Around them, smoke still clung tightly to the air and the tang of blood, iron and burnt flesh still filled her wolf senses. It was all a reminder of the carnage that had taken place in the clearing, and a promise of what was about to follow. Immediately, Marcus turned tail and ran, Lucien growled, and without a single word, he lunged forward. His muscles coiled and released like bowstrings as he bounded across the clearing in a blur of shadows. The snow-baked earth itself seemed to shake as Lucien launched himself after Marcus. Aria didn’t move to follow. Her heart pounded hard, not from fear, but from pride. This wasn’t her revenge, this was his. He needed to finish it himself. Marcus disappeared into the treeline and so did Lucien moments after.The moment the two alpha wolves left the sight of all the other