All Chapters of A Luna Reborn: A taste of her Forbidden Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air was filled with Earth magic clashing between Werewolves. Shouts and grunts echoed along with bodies hitting the ground. Sam and Larkin stood inside the sparring ring, both wearing just light gear. Sam had a cocky grin on his face, his muscles gleaming with sweat while Larkin kept her stance tight, her eyes focused on him. Rhiannon stood just outside the sparring ring with her arms folded, and her hair slipping loose over her shoulder. She couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips as she watched them.“You’re dropping your shoulder again, Larkin!” Rhiannon called out teasingly. Larkin groaned but kept moving, “Maybe if Sam didn’t fight like a damn show-off, I wouldn’t have to adjust every five seconds,”Sam laughed as they attacked each other again, dodging her strike and countering with one of his own, forcing her back a step, “Don’t blame my brilliance for your mistakes, Larkin,”Rhiannon chuckled, shaking her head, “He does fight like a show-off. You practically announce

Elijah has never looked more desirably dangerous. It felt as if he was pouring passionate fire into her eyes, daring her to match him, telling her just how much he was going to ruin her after what she had just done to him. Rhiannon breathed hard and swallowed tightly. She was never one to back away from a dare, but she was scared this time. She knew she was in trouble. This man was gonna make her run beyond the edge, and that excited her more than anything. His gaze fell on her lips, and the desire intensified as he caught a glimpse of the glistening liquid peeking by the side of her lip. His wolf growled inside of him, and he took her lips greedily again. Rhiannon couldn't match the rawness of his kiss. It was all-consuming and had stolen her breath, leaving her choking and moaning as his lips took her to places and brought her right back. A finger travelled up her legs, and Rhiannon shivered, still trapped between the tree and the kiss. Her nerves strung to his movements, and an

They all curiously looked up at her, holding their breaths. "When I saw the rogue that night, I felt something... familiar. The curse on him, the other sleeping rogue wolf in him...it belonged to another,""Wait, what?" Sam exclaimed, "It wasn't his wolf that went rogue?!""Shut up!" Larkin snapped at him, "Just listen!"Amelia drew in a slow breath, “When I was a child, my father never told bedtime stories. Not the sweet ones, anyway. His were warnings, lessons woven in shadow. He believed knowledge was protection,”Rhiannon tilted her head, her curiosity sparking, “What kind of lessons?”Amelia’s eyes grew distant as she stared into space, “That witches and wolves have always been enemies. That the earth itself remembers the wars between us. But he also told me about one witch… an ancient one. The kind whose name isn’t written in books, only whispered in fear,”Sam leaned forward, his strong arms resting on his knees, “You’re saying there’s a witch even worse than Ezekiel?”Amelia g

Aiden stared down at the drawing, and seconds ticked by as everyone waited breathlessly for him to begin. Then, his finger tapped at the Rogue, "This is the Sleeping wolf, and the wings signify something unnatural that doesn't belong in normal human nature. Like he's something that transcends normal wolf law,"Rhiannon already knew what that meant after her conversation at Amelia's place. It referred to its double signature, and two wolves residing in one person.Then, he tapped at the chain around the Rogue's neck, "This is the bond keeping the wolf under control, only allowing it to come alive every full moon and it's fragile now, about to snap and the Rogue would be unleashed forever,"This time, Rhiannon and Elijah shared wary, concerned glances. Then, Rhiannon asked, "How long before that happens?""From the way it's fraying, not too long I guess,"Oh no. "The wolves under the Rogue signify the werewolf world. If the Rogue breaks free forever, it will first consume this pack an

Being back in the True North felt like being back in the devil's Den. The first water wolves she had encountered were those guarding the borders of the Pack, and one of them had run off to alert the Alpha of her return. Right now, she was being escorted by two other warriors into town. Rhiannon's shoulders hunched low as she walked, her clothes looking old and torn. She limped with every step, her skin filled with old and new bruises. She looked so pale, like someone who had been starved for warmth and sunlight. She looked broken. Amelia's spell clung perfectly to her skin. The Townspeople all stared at her, their collective gasps passing through. She could hear them much better with her somewhat improved wolf instincts. “She’s alive…” someone whispered.“She’s back,”"Thank Goodness!"They sounded shocked and relieved, but it would be a miracle to have only good comments about her. “Impossible!”“Not after this long!”“She should have been dead!”Wolves pushed closer to see her,