Semua Bab The Underworld Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

RickIt’s good that I finally got close enough to Ivy to wipe her memory of our night together because I could no longer continue to dodge her, even if I wanted to. Keeping her safe was going to be an impossible task, and my only plan about how to do so was to never let her out of my sight. But every time she looked at me and had no idea who I was, it hurt. Hurt was an understatement. It killed a part of me. I just needed to keep reminding myself that it was necessary. If the opportunity ever presented itself, I could unblock the memory. It was called a memory wipe, but it was a block. I could bring it back to her when I was ready. When she was ready.'This is wrong,' Fang complained."This is saving us, so it's right."He rolled his eyes at me.'Well, I hope you know what you're doing.'Suddenly, my mind linked with the gamma that more rogues were coming in to attack us. We have already planned for this, but I was uneasy about it.Blake informed me that he met Ivy's Grandmother, and i

Ivy I couldn't sleep; the thought of being relaxed was not happening. All of this was still new for me, and I was trying my best to fit in. It was a relief that Blake was asleep, so I could stop pretending. His thought was that being with him was safer than out there, but it was hard to believe when half of his warriors wanted me dead.I will admit I was focusing on those threatening me and not on those who were a lot of fun to fight. Kire was the youngest of the warriors out there and had little ego during our fight. He was the one I yelled at when we were out at the mall. I apologized, and he brushed it off. He was strong but needed to learn to hide his punches. Once I gave him the tip, he expertly incorporated it. The attention I gave him kept making him blush. It was going well until his mate showed up. She did not appreciate the hug I gave him after I pinned him. I understood. I had some of that possessive energy about Blake that she felt about her mate. It was maddening to rea

IvyWell, that was just a pathetic waste of my time. I loved cooking and doing for people made me feel good but I felt like I just received a blow to my chest. My friends had always really liked my cooking. I guess wolves do not. Then I got sad. There was so little here that seemed to mean anything. Like, what the hell did these people do all day? Blake and Rick would disappear into the office for hours. The other mates hid in their rooms or sat around drinking or smoking. They seemed very good at getting pregnant. But still drank and smoked while their fetuses struggled to grow in such a hostile environment. It was weird to watch, and I wanted to smack them. They didn’t even take care of their children. Sorry, I should say their pups.I wouldn’t be opposed to it if they did other things, but they don’t. I’m not shaming people who put their kids in daycare to work or even to have some peace at home for a while. But these women were lazy. Trophy wives, I guess? I should shut up and enj

Blake“Why is she upset?” I asked Rick.“I think that one was all you.” He said. “I would have paid to see the look on all those bitches faces when they picked up their pups covered in paint.”“All I meant was I need to know who I'm going to have to appease to clean up her literal mess.” Why was everyone suddenly so sensitive?“I don’t think she wants you to. I think she was quite proud of herself for pissing them off.”“You wanted her to be happy here, to feel safe and part of things? I guess this is her way of doing it.”“Then I will not do anything to take it away from her.” He was right. I needed to let her be. As long as she wasn’t going on a killing spree, there wasn’t much harm in what she did, other than to my ego. Over time, I could steer her towards other things, but that could wait. At least she didn’t seem to want to run away anymore.“You better not.” Rick threatened me. “Cause I have to spend my time protecting her. I want that to be as pleasant as possible. ”"Okay,"I s

IvyI used it as an excuse to get out of dinner, but the library was a mess. When I passed it on my way to the kitchen, I was horrified and couldn’t get it out of my head. I do not know how anyone found anything. Everyone threw books in the corners and never returned them to the shelves when they were done with them. Did anyone work here? I wondered. Did no one bother to read, so it didn’t matter? There was little progress I could make in one evening, but I wanted to establish a plan to tackle it. While I was a bit messy in my living space, messes like this pissed me off. This was a shared space and deserved more respect.The problem is I don’t know much about library science. It’s a dying art, but it would be helpful. Without this knowledge, I decided to do the most genius thing I could think of. Organize first by genre and then by author alphabetically, since I didn’t see numbers on the books. Or labels of any kind. I noted that in the back of my head. We should get on it. Plus, th